The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1225 I Killed
Bo Yanqing glanced at the thick green mass in Deng Chan's hand, and his eyelids twitched, "Didn't you go to the hot spring with Jiaojiao?"

"I'm about to go, let her go first, I'll get something before I go, didn't she tell you?"

Bo Yanqing didn't remember her saying no, anyway, except for Nan Jiaojiao, he didn't care that much.

Bao Yuman interjected: "What do I think, look at you, if you don't see anyone for a while, it's like losing your soul."

Bo Yanqing gave a "tsk".

Bo Yuman hurriedly continued, "I'll go find her and never leave your good wife alone, okay?"

The slight impatience he had just raised was suppressed.

Before he could say a word, the phone rang, just as the phone was in his hand.

Seeing that it was Nan Jiaojiao calling, she immediately picked it up.

"Jiao..."

"..."

Heavy breathing.

Bo Yanqing was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong Jiaojiao?"

"Bo Yanqing, I seem to..."

Nan Jiaojiao seemed to be having difficulty breathing, and she didn't catch her breath. She was empty for a few seconds, and every word seemed to be sprayed out mixed with her breath. "Killed."

Bo Yanqing clenched the phone tightly, "Where are you?"

"This is the hot spring."

"Wait, don't hang up the phone, I want to hear your voice anytime, are you in danger now?"

Nan Jiaojiao looked at the corpse lying a few steps away. His face was lying on his stomach, and he didn't see his breathing rising and falling. It's not like he had never seen a dead person before, but she had never been so afraid.

The wound on his right hand collapsed, bleeding profusely.

"No."

"Wait!"

Bo Yanqing started to walk outside, but his legs and feet were not so fast, he walked like flying after a few steps, his body knew the pain, sweat came out from his forehead, but he didn't seem to know it.

Mo Tingshen and Yan Chi followed out, not knowing what happened, but after hearing a few words and Bo Yuman telling them about the situation, the two men walked towards Bo Yanqing without saying a word.

Mo Ting pushed the wheelchair for Bo Yanqing to sit on, and Yan Chi took the crutch away.

Bo Yanqing did not refuse.

He didn't ask who killed him, he only cared about Nan Jiaojiao's well-being, she is so obedient, when she saw a stray dog ​​while eating candy, she would break off a piece and throw it to the dog, and when she saw a stray cat, she would squat down and pet it Maowan, since we met, let alone kill, she has never killed even a fish.

As for who died, he didn't care at all, he was holding on to the lives of many people.

Along the way, Bo Yanqing didn't dare to think about it, but he had to think about it. He kept talking to Nan Jiaojiao, and she would respond at first, but then only the sound of breathing remained.

"Bo Yanqing, I'm really in pain, so I won't talk about it."

"Okay, okay, don't talk, you keep talking, I'm almost there."

Bo Yanqing looked down at the man in front of him, "Mo Fox."

Mo Ting glanced down from the corners of his deep eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up, but he didn't smile. This was the first time he heard Bo Yanqing call him in a voice similar to "begging".

"I'll hurry up."

A few minutes later, a group of people entered the hot spring pool room.

A few steps away, Bo Yanqing got off the wheelchair and stretched his hand to the side, wanting to get a crutch, but Yanchi passed it a little slower, and failed to pass it to Bo Yanqing's hand, so he simply stopped taking it and walked a few steps faster , squatting down on one leg, holding Nan Jiaojiao's shoulders and hugging her into his arms.

She was motionless at first, with her body pressed down, her shoulders resting on her knees, as if she couldn't exert any strength, but when Bo Yanqing picked her up, she saw that she was still holding a fruit knife in her hand.

(End of this chapter)