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Chapter 563 Tight Strings
The north wind was wrapped in gunpowder smoke, choking the two of them coughing again and again.

"We were lucky tonight, and we were not killed by the bombing."

Kitahara spat out a mouthful of blood mockingly, and nonchalantly lifted up his clogs and wiped them.And Qilan's cheeks became wet at some point.

"You should be happy to be alive, guess right, why are you crying?"

"Many innocent people were implicated by us, died, scattered, and became homeless."

The young man looked serious, his eyebrows furrowed.He didn't want to ask any more, so he closed his mouth wisely.

After passing through the half-ruined alley, they sat down to rest by a small stone bridge on the side of the street.

The creek under his feet was frozen, so Kitahara chose a cleaner place and smashed a small ice hole with his fist.I washed my face with some water.

Some domestic garbage and aquatic plants are frozen on the bright ice, and there are dead cats and dogs on the shore.

He flicked the water drops on his fingers, and said with emotion: "Human beings, like vegetation and animals, each have their final destination. They either die naturally or are killed by external forces."

Suddenly, Qilan stood in front of him and grabbed his arm with one hand: "Mr. Beiyuan, what did the sniper do tonight, please tell me immediately!"

Qilan looked straight into Dongyang's eyes, eager for a clear answer.

Kitahara's evasive eyes showed that he might not be familiar with the base's number one sniper, and even knew the inside story.

In a fit of rage, Qilan raised a punch, and was about to hit him in the waist, which was hit by shrapnel, when Mrs. Beiyuan yelled and dodged.

"I swear, I don't know the dead person at all!"

"As much as you know, as much as you say!"

He was injured, and if he wanted to fight someone who was not a teenager, he took a few steps back and stood firm before whispering:
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it—the sniper was hastily called in to deal with an unarmed woman!"

Qilan, who was in an ice cellar, suddenly clutched his chest tightly, and there was a tearing pain in the depths that intensified and spread.

The boy blamed himself silently over and over again in the cold and labor pain until there were no more tears in his eyes.

The person who was shot never imagined that it was Mrs. Lin who both he and Shi'an tried their best to save.

Another cruel fact was also beating his heart--
The only one who has the power to summon the top sniper is Shi'an's father.

Shooting and killing Mrs. Lin is tantamount to breaking the covenant.General He was cornered and lost his mind in a fit of rage. There was only one reason: his daughter's life.

Qilan stood in a daze, not daring to think about it.Kneeling on the ice with thumping knees, large drops of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"How should I face Mi'er?"

"Has Shi'an been hurt?"

One side is love, the other side is friendship.He couldn't let go of either side, and both sides affected his heart.

Unhealed internal injuries and residual poison also took advantage of the situation.The physical and mental torture was overwhelming.

Finally, Qilan heard the cracking sound of a string being stretched too far.

Before he lost consciousness, he was lying on the ice for a while, and there was a faint sound of water flowing in his ears, like the crying of girls and children.

Tai Yuantai realized that something was wrong, and risked being beaten, she leaned over, yelled a few times, but there was no response, and quickly picked up Qilan who was unconscious, and walked to the shore.

It was dark and still.A row of leafless aspen groves near the river, with warm yellow light shining through the branches.

The oriental squinted his eyes and looked at the warm light--
There is a faint feeling of the sun, but the dawn has not yet come.

The deserted, long night.

He dragged his heavy legs and walked slowly, once suspecting that he was dazzled, misread, or confused, and had hallucinations.

That beam of warm light really came from the window of a nearby house.

This night, Lin Mi sat up and lay down under the quilt, repeatedly, which was extremely difficult.

At one o'clock in the morning, she heard a slight noise, and when she opened her eyes, Chris quietly changed her dress and was about to go out with her bag.

Being bumped into by her, the foreign girl was a little embarrassed.He whispered that he hadn't found a suitable job for the time being, and the plan to save money hadn't been completed, so he had to agree to the dance hall owner to continue working until the end of the year.

"Xiao Lin," Chris glanced nervously at the outermost room and held Lin Mi's hand, "Don't let Brother Chen know. If he asks, just say I went to church."

Chen Xing was tired, and his fever had just subsided, his body was weak, and he slept deeply.His loud snoring could be heard through the walls.

Lin Mi nodded, hugged her shoulder tacitly, and sent her to the door. Just as he was about to turn around, a strange voice sounded in his ear:

"Clap! Clap!"

A dark figure came slowly along the path by the river.

She locked the door in fright after only one glance, her heart was beating wildly, and she hurriedly yelled at the door of the room where Chen Xing was sleeping:
"Brother Chen, there is a situation, get up quickly!"

In the middle of the night, when Lin Mi called out in a daze, the people in the room turned over immediately.

"Is the bad guy coming?"

Lin Mi nodded.Once Chen Xing became vigilant, he didn't care much about his appearance. He stepped on the floor barefoot, grabbed a pistol that Qilan had left behind, moved it to the door, and listened to the movement outside.

At this time, the sound of "Clap! Clap!" was very clear, and it even gave him a feeling of déjà vu.

"Squeak-"

The window was opened a crack, and Chen Xing carefully looked out.

Under the lamp, unexpectedly there was an oriental samurai who staggered past the house with the unconscious Qilan on his back.

"Snapped!"

The anxious Chen Xing stepped on the cold and slippery snow with bare feet, and rushed out the door with a gun in his hand while exhaling.

The gun was pointed at the head of the Dongyang man, and he glared and shouted angrily: "Stop, put my good brother down!"

Mrs. Beiyuan was stunned at first, and then a big grin appeared on her tired face:

"Oh, you know Xiaolan! It seems that there is no need to go to the ruined temple where I stayed. Let's take him into the house together."

"I still have questions to ask." Chen Xing didn't put down his gun, "It's weird, who are you?"

"Hey, when he wakes up, ask slowly." Bei Yuan shook his head disdainfully, changed his posture, carried Qi Lan on his shoulder, and walked towards the door as if he was drunk.

Unexpectedly, a kitchen knife suddenly protruded from the door, and it was placed on the neck without deviation.

Lin Mi's hands were shaking, but his lips were slightly parted but no sound came out.She heard what they said just now.

Qilan's current appearance made her feel distressed: there was no blood on her body.His arms were hanging down, his head was facing down, his long bangs covered his eyes, and the blood from many wounds had not yet solidified.

Faced with a little girl who suddenly appeared and pointed at her with a knife, Kitahara was very puzzled.Fortunately, she held the kitchen knife backwards, so she didn't make a bloody gash on her neck.

However, seeing her staring at the boy with concern in her eyes made him want to tease him a bit.Stretching out two fingers, with a light twitch, he took the knife away.

"Don't worry, I'll put it in your little quilt later."

"you!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xing kicked over angrily.Could it be that this oriental man has something wrong with his brain, he took the knife and said "dirty words" to Lin Mi, it's really shameless.

(End of this chapter)