Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 751 Bleeding profusely, wet shirt
Lin Jing knew that country B was in chaos, but she didn't expect it to be this chaotic. She had just come here and encountered this kind of thing.

In the smoke, a rebel soldier rushed towards Lin Jing with a gun.

Although Lin Jing looked like a foreigner at first glance, the rebel army didn't care so much and killed whoever they saw.

He pointed the gun directly to her forehead.

Lin Jing's eyes widened, and she was stunned. Death was so close to her.

The rebels pulled the barrel of their guns and shot at her.

At the very moment, a figure rushed over, kicked the rebel army to the ground, grabbed his gun, fired a few shots, and killed him directly!

Seal ink city!
Lin Jing was overjoyed, fortunately, he was fine.

But, he didn't leave?

The gun that Feng Mocheng took back had run out of bullets, so he threw the gun on the ground and ran towards Lin Jing.

Noticing the wound on her forehead, he immediately held her head with his hands: "What's going on?"

Lin Jing shook his head: "I'm fine, let's leave quickly."

"Yeah." He didn't care so much, and took her hand.

Lin Jing's foot was injured, and when he pulled him, he fell into his arms and cried out in pain.

"Are you injured?" Feng Mocheng looked down at her feet.

Lin Jing said, "I accidentally sprained it, not a gunshot wound."

Lin Jing didn't realize it herself, she was afraid that this man would be worried, so she explained this to him.

It wasn't a gunshot wound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, several gunshots rang out, and Feng Mocheng hugged Lin Jing into his arms almost at the same time.

His broad arms wrapped around her whole body, with one arm around her waist and the other protecting her head.

A man's muffled hum came from beside her ear, and Lin Jing suddenly had an ominous premonition. She could clearly feel his heaving chest.

When she looked up, Feng Mocheng's face was pale, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

"what happened to you?"

"I'm fine, let's go." Feng Mocheng directly hugged Lin Jingheng.

Among the chaotic crowd, he quickly shuttled to take her out of here.

When Feng Mocheng picked her up, she realized that he had been shot in the back.

Blood was pouring profusely, soaking his white shirt.

"Are you injured?" Lin Jing grabbed his shoulder.

Feng Mocheng said coldly: "Leave here first."

"You put me down, let me down quickly."

"Don't move!" Feng Mocheng's voice taught her.

After Lin Jing heard this, she didn't dare to move anymore, because she found that the more she moved, the tighter Feng Mocheng hugged him, and the more his blood flowed.

She froze all over and didn't dare to move. She kept staring at the wound on his back, feeling very worried.

Feng Mocheng's footsteps were so fast that Lin Jing didn't even know what was supporting him. He was obviously injured, but he still had such physical strength that he almost broke through his limit.

Along the way, Feng Mocheng protected her tightly, preventing her from being harmed in the slightest.

When the crowd rushed towards him, he also cleverly avoided it. Every movement made his wound bleed more.

Lin Jing's eyes turned red, "Please, let me down and let me walk by myself, okay? My feet are fine."

The surroundings were noisy and uneasy, I don't know if Feng Mocheng heard her words, or if he heard her, he ignored her, he just hugged her and walked away.

Lin Jing didn't dare to struggle, for fear of hurting him again, in order to minimize the damage, she could only obediently lie in his arms and put her arms around his neck.

(End of this chapter)