Chapter 43 Burning
It wasn’t until the assistant ran over in panic and bumped into him accidentally that he suddenly came to his senses.
"Mr. Shen, the fire is too strong, the wood...the wood cannot be saved!"
Shen Shichu grabbed the assistant by the collar: "What do you mean cannot be saved? It must be saved! This pile The wood is worth more than your lives!"
He left his assistant and walked quickly to the deck. An arrow shot past the corner of his eye, and the fire almost caught his hair.
Halfway up the mountainside on the opposite side, there was a shadow of a human figure. As he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, a figure was reflected in the firelight. He was dressed in black and had a black hat on his head. His appearance was unclear, but he could only identify it as a woman from her body shape.
Shen Shichu's eyes widened and he watched in shock as another arrow shot towards him.
Wood is inherently flammable, and the ship soon burst into flames.
The crew splashed water but it had no effect at all. Instead, the fire grew stronger and stronger, with the crackling sound of gunpowder mixed in the middle.
Shen Shichu was not worthy of their lives. Seeing that the fire could not be controlled, they all jumped off the boat.
Shen Shichu was so anxious that he yelled loudly, and was finally forced off the ship by his assistant.
Nan Jiaojiao stood on the mountain, the quiver at her feet was empty, she threw the bow and quiver down the mountain together, her eyes reflected a sea of fire, her face was calm, and she looked at Shen Shichu there indifferently Crash jump.
Tsk.
Very boring.
Nan Jiaojiao opened the car door and got in. The car quickly drove to the foot of the mountain. Several bright lights came from below, and the roar of the sports car came from far to near.
Shen Shichu reacted quickly. There was an underground racing track nearby. He probably borrowed the car from there to block her.
Nan Jiaojiao’s expression changed, she abandoned the car and ran away.
Hiding in the dense forest at the foot of the cliff and listening carefully to the movements above, Shen Shichu stopped in front of her car for a while. Seeing that there was no one in the car, she thought it was a deliberate cover-up and continued to chase her up the mountain.
She waited for a while, until she could no longer hear any sound in her ears, then stood up, patted the dirt on her body, and was about to leave, when she caught a glimpse of a few wisps of smoke in the darkness from the corner of her eye.
It seems like something is burning. When I got closer, I saw that it was a sports car. It was probably going too fast and rushed down the mountainside. The body was badly damaged, the hood was burned, and thick black smoke enveloped it. It was almost impossible to see who was sitting in the driver's seat. personal.
Nan Jiaojiao doesn't want to meddle in other people's business, but she is a doctor after all, and she can't just leave people's lives in front of her.
She struggled to open the car door, dragged the person from inside to a safe place, reached out and patted his peeping face.
"Wake up."
Han Qi's head was buzzing and his ears were banging, which woke him up from his coma.
Opening his eyes, a cold and beautiful face enlarged in front of him. She was twisting a silver needle in her hand. Han Qi clasped her hand and hummed softly: "Little beauty, don't kill me. If you want to rob me, I will lie down immediately." "Ping."
A look of violence flashed across Nan Jiaojiao's eyes.
Punched him on the helmet, knocking him unconscious.
Nan Jiaojiao found his mobile phone without changing her expression, dialed 120, told him the location, waved her hand and left.
By the time we got home, it was already dark.
She originally planned to go to the guest bedroom to take a shower and then quietly lie back in Bo Yanqing's arms. When she passed by the master bedroom, there was a faint light coming from the crack of the half-open door.
Did she turn on the light when she left?
Opening the door, the bedside heating lamp was turned on, and the light and shadow spread out, falling on the man sitting on the bed.
Bo Yanqing held half a cigarette in his mouth and looked over with squinted eyes.
“Come back?”
Nan Jiaojiao took a sharp breath and stood still at the door. She dug her fingers into the doorframe and said in a low voice: "I smell, I'll go wash it off first."
(End of Chapter)
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