At this moment, Nangong Liuyun's voice sounded: "Hold tight, I'll save you!"
A sharp voice came from Su Luo in front: "Ah! I'm about to fall! Help!"
Although Nangong Liuyun was also swayed by the wooden bridge, in the end, he still walked to Su Luo's side with difficulty!
Just when Su Luo was about to be thrown off, she firmly grabbed her hand!
Nangong Liuyun pulled Su Luo and rushed towards the other side!
Just when his forefoot just stepped ashore, bang!
A loud bang!
That rickety wooden bridge was swept away by huge waves!
With a click, it snapped in half directly from the middle!
Seeing that Mo Jiaqiang was about to be swept away with the broken bridge, but when he saw his body move, he rose up into the air and rushed forward like a tiger!
Those two hands gripped the rocks by the river bank like steel!
clap clap!
I heard the sound of two rocks being shattered!
Su Luo looked up and saw that the rocks on the river bank had been punched into two holes. After Mo Jiaqiang grabbed the holes with both hands, his body turned upside down and his feet landed firmly on the ground.
Su Luo seemed to be in shock, her face was full of panic, and her face was even more pale and bloodless!
Mo Jiaqiang hurried up and asked with concern: "How is it? How is it? Is there something wrong? I'm really sorry, I really don't know why this flat ground is so turbulent, this river usually doesn't have such huge waves... "
The village chief's wife, who came out of the quaint yard, also grabbed Su Luo and looked nervous and concerned: "Daughter, are you okay? Are you injured? Come and show the aunt, it's not good to see such a beautiful girl injured. "
Su Luo inadvertently pulled his hand out of her arms, looking pale but smiling bitterly: "I was a little frightened, but I wasn't injured. What the hell is going on? Isn't it safe?"
Su Luo answered two sentences, then turned to question Mo Jiaqiang.
Mo Jiaqiang rubbed his hands guiltily: "This is really an accident, such a big wave has never been encountered before... I'm really sorry today, I'm sorry... "
Mo Jiaqiang had an excellent attitude. He kept nodding and bowing in apology, and kept his attitude very low.
The village chief's wife also smiled and said apologetically: "Daughter, it's our fault, it's too much of us, but although you are not injured, your skirt is half wet, walk around and go back to the house with the aunt. Change into a clean skirt so you don't catch a cold."
Seeing Su Luo frowning, the village chief's wife hurriedly said: "I saw that the wind has been blowing in the wind for a long time before you, and it will really be cold, such a beautiful girl, what can you do when you are sick, hurry up Come on, get in the house, get in."
The village chief's wife was very strong, and half-pulled Su Luo into the house.
The village chief's wife wanted to find clean clothes for Su Luo, and Su Luo waved her hand quickly: "I have it, I'm bringing it myself."
After Su Luo changed her clothes and came out, she saw that the atmosphere in the lobby was stiff, as if the air had frozen with frost.
There was a middle-aged man in the main room, but he had a standard Chinese-character face, and his facial features were straight, giving people a gentle and gentle feeling.
Mo Jiaqiang stood behind the village chief, feeling a little helpless by the icy aura.
When Su Luo walked in, the village chief's wife hurriedly smiled and said, "Oh, such a handsome girl, she is really a fairy, she looks like she came out of a painting, I have never seen such a beautiful girl in my life! "