An Bu rode a black horse in hot pursuit, gradually closing the distance between the man and the horse in front. There was only one minute left in the countdown to death, and the girl was about to fall off the horse because the rein was out of her hand, and hit the hill on the right. She was severely injured in the head and died on the spot.
10 meters, 6 meters, 3 meters... An Bu's black horse chased to the rear right. The distance between the two sides was less than half a meter, and the horse's head was biting its tail. At the same time, the girl's hands were also released from the reins as predicted, and she flew off the horse, screaming and falling to the nearby hill. The next second, a black shadow flew over, hugged her and fell on the hill together, rolling to the side a few times before stopping.
"Ahhh..." Si Bolin kept screaming with her eyes closed.
"It's okay, don't bark." A helpless voice reached her ears.
Si Bolin slowly opened her eyes, and found that she was pressing on a girl. She quickly let go of her hand, raised her body and looked down. The girl under her was pale, and a strand of blood slipped from her forehead, staining her clothes. Covered with grass clippings and dirt, it was obvious that this girl had saved herself just now.
"You, are you okay?" Si Bolin asked with lingering fear.
"If you can get off of me, I think I'll be fine." An Bu's spine was broken and is being repaired at an accelerated pace.
"Sorry." Si Bolin realized that she was still sitting on the other person, and quickly turned to the side.
Anbu slowed down for a while, sat up, wiped the blood on his face, and reminded: "Ma'am, remember to wear a helmet next time you ride a horse."
Si Bolin nodded blankly.
An Bu turned over and stood up. Except for breaking a few vertebrae, the rest of his body was still intact.
At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes in my ears, and I looked up, and saw a few people riding towards me in the distance, they should be jockeys from the racecourse.
After a while, several jockeys stopped in front of the two and asked, "How are you doing? Are you injured?"
"It's okay, I just fell down." An Bu pointed to Si Bolin beside her, "The girl's mount seemed to be out of control just now, please check carefully to see if there is something wrong with the horse."
The jockey frowned and said, "The horses we select for our customers are all strictly trained. Unless someone deliberately stimulates them, they will rarely lose control."
"Do you think this accident is my responsibility?" Si Bolin said angrily, "I got on the horse less than a minute ago, and it lost control. Could it be that the horse is phobic, and it gets irritated when a woman sits on it? "
Jockey: "... We will definitely investigate this matter. I'll send you guys back to check your injuries first. If you have any questions, we'll talk about it later."
Si Bolin snorted coldly and was about to sit on a jockey's mount when she saw that An Bu was motionless and asked, "Aren't you going?"
"It's not far from the racecourse, I want to walk back." Anbu mainly wanted to wash off the blood on his face on the road, and always felt that someone would be upset if he went back with blood.
Si Bolin thought for a while, nodded and said, "I'll go with you."
She let go of the jockey's hand, walked to An Bu's side, and walked back with her.
The jockeys didn't force it either, they had to chase back the horses that had run away, and left after a few warnings.
"Hello, my name is Si Bolin, how about you, my hero?" Si Bolin stretched out her hand to Anbu.
"Ann." An Bu gave her an English name, and reached out to shake her hand.
"Thank you so much just now." Si Bolin said sincerely, "In that case, I don't think even a man would have the courage to jump down to save me." More importantly, this girl bears most of the pain for her. harm.
An Bu smiled and said, "I didn't think about it that much at the time. If I were given another chance, maybe I wouldn't be so impulsive."
"Hahaha, I like you." Si Bolin hugged her and kissed her face, "Tell me, how do you want me to repay you?"
"Just do less dangerous things in the future." The longer the people Anbu saves live, the more vitality she will gain. The book of life and death will recalculate the person's fortune, resulting in varying levels of anger. Everyone will encounter all kinds of accidents in his life, and no one can guarantee that he will escape the next disaster if he escapes this disaster. Jie, and finally lived to be 65 years old, then she can still gain one vitality point, and a 50-year lifespan is 150 points.
"I can't guarantee this." Si Bolin shrugged and said helplessly, "I am naturally adventurous."
Anbu glanced at her and made no comment. She is often killed, so she is not qualified to complain about other people's lifestyles.
When he came to the river, An Bu washed his face, tidied himself up, and then turned to Si Bolin and said, "If you see my friend later, don't tell him, we fell off the horse."
"Oh? Why? Afraid that he will worry?" Si Bolin looked at her with interest.
An Bu nodded: "Yeah."
"Is that friend of yours male or female? What's your relationship?" Sibolin asked gossipingly.
Anbu was about to answer when he suddenly saw a figure running towards him in the distance. In the gloomy line of sight, that figure was like a streamer of light, gorgeous and dazzling.
Anbu subconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards the figure.
Jian Ningxuan rushed over and hugged Anbu into his arms, his chest heaved violently, and his body exuded scorching heat.
Anbu hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his hand, patted his back, and comforted him, "I'm fine."
Jian Ningxuan really wanted to lock her up, every time he saw her taking risks, he felt frightened, afraid that something bad would happen to her. Although she knew that she could be resurrected, what if she couldn't be resurrected next time? He didn't dare to gamble with her life, he only hoped that she would be safe and sound.
"Ann, who is this?" Si Bolin's voice broke the silent atmosphere, she looked Jian Ningxuan up and down, and secretly praised: Handsome!
"He's my friend, Mr. Jane." An Bu introduced, "Mr. Jane, this is Si Bolin."
"Hello, it's an honor to meet you." Si Bolin extended her hand friendly.
Jian Ningxuan didn't like her very much, he just glanced at her coldly, without any intention of shaking hands.
Si Bolin didn't care, she pulled An Bu to her side, and whispered: "So the friend you mentioned is your fiancé, I saw the rings on your hands, if you didn't admit your mistake, they should be from not long ago The pupil of the god of love that appeared at the auction was sold for more than 20 million yuan, but I didn't expect it to be bought by your fiancé."
There was envy in her tone, but it was not because of more than 20 million yuan, but because of that precious affection. There are many valuables at auction, but this symbol of love ring is one of a kind. According to their own value, in fact, it is only about 8 million yuan. Some people are willing to pay two or three times more to buy them and give them to their loved ones, which is enough to show how much he attaches importance to this person.
"The Pupil of the God of Love?" Anbu knew that these two rings were valuable, but he didn't know where they came from.
"You don't know? This pair of pupils of the god of love was a token of love given to his wife by a prince two hundred years ago. The prince had only one wife in his life, and the two had a deep relationship. They stayed together for fifty years and were buried in the end. Together, it can be said that it is very enviable." Si Bolin obviously also longs for a sincere love, but it is a pity that she meets an unkind person.
Anbu turned his head to look at Jian Ningxuan, who gave her a look of "Do you want to hold hands, just tell me if you want to hold hands", and then spontaneously handed over her hand.
An Bu: "..." He was powerless to complain, but he still gave him his hand.
Leading his shit-shoveling officer, the cat owner's expression was peaceful.
Si Bolin: mmp, my old lady has just lost her love, and has gone through a life-and-death crisis, and now she is forcibly fed a mouthful of dog food. This day is simply unbearable!
When the three of them returned to the racecourse, Si Bolin's friends immediately surrounded them, asking questions non-stop.
Si Bolin glanced at them indifferently. If she really wanted to, she should have caught up with her on horseback, instead of staying at the horse farm and waiting for news. She is an outspoken person, if she likes it, she likes it, and if she hates it, she hates it, so she didn't give them a good face at all, and she was rude when she spoke, which made the atmosphere a bit awkward.
After a while, all the jockeys who went out to look for the horse came back, and Anbu took Jian Ningxuan over to check the horse that just lost control with the others.
The veterinarian at the horse farm checked for a while and said, "This horse shows signs of poisoning. I wonder if it has eaten some poisonous forage?"
The breeder waved his hands again and again: "Impossible, the fodder I prepared for all the horses is the same, if it is because of the fodder, it is impossible for only one horse to have a problem."
"Maybe some kind of poisonous weed was accidentally brought in. I need to test the specific poison." The veterinarian did not suspect the breeder, nor did he think it was man-made. After all, it is not uncommon for horses to lose control in the racecourse.
However, if the racecourse caused harm to the guests due to the mistakes of the racecourse, then the racecourse must be compensated. So as soon as the veterinarian finished speaking, several of Si Bolin's friends clamored for a lawyer.
Anbu walked around behind the horse, his eyes fell on the back near the horse's tail, where there was a trace of black air lingering. She was a little surprised. It seemed that the book of life and death had opened up a new skill. In addition to being able to predict the way of death three minutes in advance, she can now see the source of the disease that caused the death. If the horse was indeed poisoned, the toxin must have entered from this location.
She remembered that after Si Bolin got on the horse, the brown-haired girl once put her hand on the horse's back.
An Bu looked at the girl, only to see that she lowered her head, occasionally raised her eyelids, glanced coldly at Si Bolin, and then looked away, standing meekly beside a blond boy, with a slight look on her face. Concern and self-blame, the expression changes naturally, without flaws.
Anbu: "..."
This is... meeting the living black lotus of the acting school