Chapter 978: To, my loved one

Chapter 978, I love people
That kind of gaze is like a pair of hands, a pair of pushing you can only move forward, not allowed to retreat, and there is a subtle sense of being on a thief boat.
"Do not give up, do not abandon, I will always take you away, all the way to the thorns will never let go of your hand, go to the height of the two of us. Do you dare to go with me like this? For me, for You, in order to live up to the life of this life, go on?"
I still want to give her a little time, let her know him slowly, let him know what kind of troops his army is. Now it seems obviously not good. She knows in advance how dangerous the danger he is facing. I had to let him get it up quickly, let her know as soon as possible and accept it as soon as possible.
Ye Jian did not say anything, she did not know how to say it.
One thing is certain, even if he is not holding her, she will not live up to her life, he is her goal, and once thought about the goal to be surpassed.
And now this goal tells himself that he wants to take her in the same position, the same high point, ... think about it, ... it’s not difficult to think of it, but the flood that rises in the sky, sandwiched like a mountain. The big waves rushed out of a in the heart, so that she could not calm down and let her boil all over her body.
The last generation was mediocre for too long, and it was too long. There are so many opportunities in this life. She doesn't want to miss one, and one doesn't want to lose.
Nodded, gently, and slowly nodded, Ye Jian said: "Okay, but I am not for you, I am only for myself, in order to live up to the age of this world. I stand by your side, you stand Beside me, the same position, the same high point... a lifetime of comrades."
A lifetime of comrades-in-arms, a lifetime of brothers, never give up, do not give up.
All members of the Snow Group have sworn that they will be comrades-in-arms for a lifetime, regardless of their time to give up their comrades.
Never give up, don't give up..., the whole body is tied, and the K7 thrown in the corner raises his eyes slightly and looks at the thin window.
Someone has come over, more than one, but there are ... more than ten people.
The footsteps approached and stopped outside. K7 closed his eyes again, and the costume was still in a coma.
He opened his eyes and it didn't work. The blood flowed into his eyes and it was on the eyelashes, making the line of sight blurred, and even watching the outside.
The second day after the captive, in addition to drinking a sip of water, no more food.
It’s been fifty-two hours since I was struggling to get rid of the eyes. I didn’t interrogate, didn’t interrogate, calmed down so that he couldn’t hear a trace of clues, and there was no way to judge whether there were comrades.
K7's injury is very heavy, so that he has been highly vigilant since he was awake, has been looking for opportunities to escape, and think about how to escape smoothly.
The only weapon on the body is the belt that is attached to the top of the trousers. However, there is no way to cut the rope and the neck is almost the same.
The uniform of the army of the miscellaneous army was broken here, and there was a torn piece of it. The flesh and blood were wrapped in fine sand. As the fine sand seemed to be grinding in the black flesh of the artillery, the physical quality was strong, and there was no fine sand. Washed out, wound healing did not count.
The K7, which did not move for fifty-two hours, moved his head slightly. It was such a subtle movement that people felt that this person was still alive.
(End of this chapter)