A loud bang broke through the sky.
The whole valley trembled with the sound of shaking, she dared not guess, listening to her heartbeat getting slower and slower. Can he come out alive, in case those bad guys want to die and the net will be broken, all the jade and stone will be burned...
She slowly leaned against the stone wall and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down.
Tomorrow, or after dawn, will go out from here, go to those places under the sun without gunfire and artillery fire, and continue a peaceful life.
Calm, safe, like a luxury.
For her now sitting on the rock, it is a very distant word.
Until someone really got close, she heard the sound of rubble sliding, opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a strange man standing in the shadow behind her.
He handed over a cloth.
By the way, press your index finger to your lips.
Under the moonlight, that piece of cloth...
So familiar.
Wen Han was stunned for a few seconds, stunned, and recognized that this was the fabric of her skirt. She lowered her head in a panic, lifted the corner of her skirt and looked around, looking for signs of torn. When was it torn? when? is it him? She looked up sharply again.
The young man was looking at her with a witty look. What female creature can make Cheng Muyun like this? Just such a woman
Seeing that Wen Han recognized his clothes and guessed who it was, he beckoned, "Follow me."
Wen Han looked back at those people and followed this person. Because of this piece of cloth, she didn't even think about whether there would be a conspiracy.
The mountain road is rough.
She couldn't make out the direction.
Intuitively, this person was walking around the whole mountain, and he didn't even think about turning around to help her. At first, Wen Han knew how to prevent it from disappearing, and stroked his torn skirt. Later, she gave up. Anyway, no one looked at her in this virgin forest, and the man in front obviously didn't look at her girl.
She was desperate when she got there, and finally saw the edge of the forest.
There is light, moonlight.
According to the grass with no road.
After such a night of tossing and tossing, Wen Han's muscles on her legs were already sore. She struggled to walk through the grass that reached her waist and saw the man jump on the boulder with one hand on it.
Finally, the young man found his conscience once, turned around, and extended his hand to her.
With a force, she was dragged up.
Unexpectedly wide field of vision.
The familiar tall and thin figure was sitting in a sheltered place. He was naked, with white gauze wrapped diagonally from his chest to his back. The man sitting beside him who was whispering to him, and a few people standing not far away, all turned their heads at the same time and looked at the strange woman who came.
silent,
At this moment, she seemed to be thrown at the end of a dark and bloody road.
People on both sides were watching her silently.
Shadow after shadow dragged on the ground until she was under her feet.
…
"Zhou Ke, you're really grumpy." A man with glasses grinned and took the lead to break the deadlock. The young man who brought Wen Han shrugged: "I want to listen to the voice of her aisle, aren't you afraid of someone falling?" Everyone laughed and suddenly relaxed.
They all dispersed.
Only he was still sitting against the stone wall.
For the first time, he didn't have the strength to talk to her, and he gave her a very shallow and tired smile.
I'm so tired.
He raised his hand to Wen Han and motioned her to come over.
Wen Han didn't say a word, and leaned over obediently.
"I'm very tired," Cheng Muyun told her in a voice that couldn't be softer, his hand had already removed the coat on her body and put it on the ground, "Don't struggle," he said.
His hand slid along her shoulders to her back, unbuttoning her underwear.
Wen Han really didn't dare to move, for fear of encountering visible or invisible wounds on his body, so he tried his best to cooperate with him and lie down.
In the silence, he could be heard untying his belt.
The sound of metal hitting the belt buckle was very slight.
"Is it cold?"
His body, for the first time, was pressed against her body without any clothes, and the cold skin that exposed her to the air felt the body temperature and skin of a man.
Maybe it was because they just escaped death, maybe it was because of passion, she felt that his body temperature was higher than her own, and it was the same everywhere.
The blood boiled, she couldn't help but move her waist: "You are injured, I can help you."
The desire overflowing from the gaps in every word surprised her.
"No one can help me," he said in an almost whispering voice. "No one can help me except your body."
…
Someone is whistling.
There was also the sound of footsteps going farther and farther in the west.
Those people, who were clearly silent when they jumped down, have made a lot of noise now. As if to say: This is what you deserve for the rest of your life, we are far away, please enjoy the gift of this life-
Soon, there was no sound of walking in the entire woods.
The shyness of being afraid of being heard and seen by his people at any time wrapped her whole body. She even, in a low voice, begged him: "Can you... hurry up."
He pressed a hoarse response from his throat:
"as you wish."
The hot body swallowed her voice and lips.
…
"What about people!" Meng Liangchuan went crazy and kept scratching his hair.
It took him three years to see Cheng Muyun, three years! It was so lost. He spun around in place, and after three laps, he stopped and grabbed a small policeman who came by. When he wanted to say something, he let go of people and continued to be irritable.
He finally knew what the problem was.
Cheng Muyun's step-by-step arrangement was clearly to pinpoint his identity.
Cheng Muyun knew who he was, where he came from, and what tasks he had from the very beginning. All his actions ultimately lead to a purpose, which also coincides with his mission: to destroy this smuggling base.
Even Cheng Muyun knew that he would definitely not have the heart to let an innocent woman get involved in this fierce battle, and would definitely help him send this woman out.
But the problem is...
Meng Liangchuan's intuition of being undercover for many years told him.
"He didn't come to Nepal simply to help them, the local Nepalese special police, without borders, to destroy this base." The people around him ate the buns and hummed, "Crap." "Crap," Meng Liangchuan was restless. As a foreign tourist, regardless of his own danger, he protects the local police, provides clues to solve a major smuggling case for many years, and arrests him to award him the Outstanding Contribution Medal!"
"Isn't there an undercover agent hiding beside him?" The bun eater continued to chew, biting his tongue suddenly, hissing, "Leaving Nepal is not our territory, don't think about it."
Yes, there is an undercover.
For many years.
Meng Liangchuan folded his arms around his chest. He didn't want to admit that the reason why he was irritable was not because he wanted to catch him. Instead, his intuition told him that Cheng Muyun had disappeared for a few years and returned to the world, there must be something very exciting to do, these few days are just an introduction.
This man, all the past that accompanied him is enough to make any man admire enough to wish to swear to death as a friend.
And he, Meng Liangchuan,
I really want to be a part of it.
"Didn't he blow up the first route himself?" Meng Liangchuan suddenly thought that when he escaped, the original route was blown up, and he had to take the right path, thus revealing his identity.
Hiss... that man.
It's really an agency.
A faint white light slowly swallowed the darkness.
She opened her eyes dimly and felt the sunlight: "It's dawn..."
The terrible night is over, being trapped is over, what's next
Cheng Muyun lowered his eyes to see her still confused and troubled by passion: "It's dawn, I'll take you back." He thought that he might have to finish this as soon as possible, because he suddenly couldn't wait to return to Moscow, in the ancient by the fire, on the rug and have sex with this little girl, or fall in love.
As for the promises made.
It was to God anyway. He believes in Buddhism.
In the rising pale sun,
Cheng Muyun put on his trousers and helped her get dressed, then stood up from the rock: "Let's go."
Wen Han followed him and was surprised by the silence around him, as if there were only the two of them in the entire forest. But after two or three seconds, those who were leaning on the tree to sleep and rest, or who continued to crawl to watch the night, all swayed, tired, and stood up from every corner, as if appearing out of thin air, quietly emerging one by one. Come.
Her expression was no different from that of the tourists who had just returned from visiting the scenic spot. She could even see a big boy with a handsome face, like a college boy. A few men who appeared on the rock yesterday raised their eyebrows and smiled ambiguously when they saw that Cheng Muyun was back to his usual appearance.
A light, through the gap in the tree, dazzled her eyes.
This is... his world.
Infinite hell, tens of millions of kalpas to seek eternal life.