So beautiful, so deadly.

Suddenly, Mo was suddenly pushed back. He staggered two steps and steadied his steps. He watched in amazement as Anjie pulled off his coat and lit it with a lighter. The fire on the clothes rises quickly, the heat and black smoke come out, and the words are spoken slowly. However, such clear words without a trace of confusion seem to give people great comfort in the face of all the strange scenes beyond common sense. He said, "when you have something to light up, go up immediately and ask the people above to withdraw first. Hurry up."

Of course, Mo Cong didn't ask "what about you?" he glanced at the half silly Chen Fugui in the corner.

There's no doubt that the death of Jiang Jim is the extermination, so the secret of these things is probably only known by the old man. Now even if it's himself, the old foreign devil's life must be left.

Don't rush to step slightly, half a redundant words didn't say, immediately ran up according to the words.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, the comrades in arms who can understand and cooperate with all kinds of changes are lucky. As soon as he got rid of his clothes, which had become a fire, the hot air rushed to the insect River, which was flowing slowly at that time. At the same time, Anjie rushes to Chen Fugui. Fortunately, the old man is old. Although his body is not small, he still has the word "thin". He put up the silly old devil and dragged him up.

Lao Ma, the guide who died in the desert, once used fire to push back these things. He hoped that this time it would still work.

The sequin insects here didn't evolve. Sure enough, they still had the natural fear of fire. At the moment when the clothes were thrown away, the insects that had covered the headless corpse retreated. Some of them retreated slowly, and were immediately rolled into the tongue of fire, burning so that there was no shadow left. There was a clear liquid of half a square meter on the ground. It also gives Anjie enough time to get rid of this old trash that only opens its mouth and brags.

He quickly jumped up the stairs. Anjie looked back intentionally or unintentionally, and the cold sweat came down. I don't know what kind of culture medium Jiang Jim, a scientific bastard, used. As soon as his well burnt clothes were immersed in the liquid, they stopped in a moment. He was so dark that he didn't have half a Martian left.

The fire brigade has never been so efficient!

Anjie screamed in his heart. He had a bad feeling. Sure enough, this time his sixth sense was played out. Those Sequin bugs slowly gathered around his clothes, as if they were stimulated by something, just like that day in the desert, they quickly caught up with him.

Anjie drags Chen Fugui up and runs on the winding stairs. No matter how old Chen Fugui is, he has to weigh more than 100 kg. No matter how capable Anjie is, he is also a man with limited energy and a wound in his lower abdomen. This sport is just beyond the limits of the human body.

It is said that life is not complete without mad dogs chasing people running all over the street. Anjie thinks that it is almost complete.

Miracles happen at this time. There is no limit to the potential that people's survival instinct can inspire. For example, at this time, Chen Fugui, who was scared to pee his pants by the strange way of death in front of him, saw with his own eyes that when he was followed by the sequin bug almost at the distance of close contact, his saliva suddenly stopped and he became sober.

It's a pity that the consequences of his soberness are not very good. The old man was originally carried by Anjie like a sack. This shock, like a reflex, jumped on him and hugged Anjie, all his limbs wrapped around him. We know that from the biological point of view, fat helps to shock the internal organs. For Anjie, who has no fat, he is actually very afraid of such a giant koala with huge "potential" and such a reckless attack.

However, since Anjie personally rescued the old man from danger, he can't be thrown down at the moment. So there is no way to avoid it. The old foreign devil hit him in the chest and made him feel numb. Originally, he was a little out of breath because of strenuous exercise. He shakes, staggers, and then bangs his back on the hard wall.

Seeing the sequin bug spread from the bottom, it almost touched his shoes. The old thing hugged him and inadvertently blocked his activity space. In a hurry, Anjie took out a lighter from his trouser pocket and smashed it to the ground. The lighters in the grocery store are five or two pieces. At this time, it is proved that bargains also have the advantages of bargains. In the fierce collision, they burst out as expected, and a small fire almost ignited Anjie's trouser legs.

The sequin worm retreated again. Anjie tried to pick off the burden on his body and cut a knife on the back of Chen Fugui's neck. With a lot of effort, the old man went to see grandfather Zhou before he could turn one over.

"It's not enough to succeed, it's more than enough to fail." He gave a low scold and rushed up before the inexplicable fire-fighting card culture liquid put out the small fire. He cursed the rat named Jiang once again for playing a hole in the ground, winding around endlessly!

Repeatedly stimulated, the sequin bug is getting crazier and faster under the fire. However, Anjie feels that Chen Fugui's body is getting heavier and heavier, and the road under his feet is becoming more and more difficult. He knew that it was a narrow road to the ground. His shirt was soaked with sweat. His already exhausted physical strength was dragging a person. It was even more difficult for him to walk in such a narrow place where only one person could pass.

The sound of heart beating in his ears was getting louder and louder, which made him a little tinnitus. He knew that it was a sign that his physical strength was going to be overdrawn. He bit his teeth and finally saw a little light from above, but the sequin bug behind him was catching up with him.

The closer to the exit, the hotter the air is. Finally, there is a burning feeling. The scorching smell and smoke come in. Anjie knows that it is burning outside. He thought that Mo Cong was really smart. Although he had never seen such a terrible thing before, he could see the weakness of this thing from his words and actions. He ordered the whole house so quickly.

However, it is obvious that the high temperature and the thinning air have a much greater impact on Anjie, who can be regarded as a high-altitude person, compared with the sequin bug who is constantly chasing. His violent breathing makes part of the smoke choke in and coughs. Anjie gritted his teeth and used his last strength to throw Chen Fugui out along the exit. Lao Tzu's benevolence and righteousness are exhausted. Whether you want to die or live, you have to listen to the destiny, and I also have to listen to the destiny.

I thought he could get rid of this burden and get rid of those deadly insects faster, but Agilent didn't calculate that inertia is determined by quality and speed. As soon as Chen Fugui, which is equivalent to his own quality, got rid of it, Agilent seized his already vain steps and tripped on the steps.

He immediately wry smile, sad heart thought, life, ah, really began to point back, finally point back.

At this time, a pair of arms suddenly pulled him up. Anjie was pulled up from the ground by the whole person of the other party. His shoulder hit the wall next to him and wiped it heavily. His shirt was "torn" and scrapped. Then the two quickly changed their positions. The man actually held him in front of him and blocked the surging insects with his back.

For a moment, Anjie's mind was blank. He wanted to yell at the man and ask him what kind of inferior gene the Mo family's "self sacrifice" was inherited. But his voice seemed choked by the smoke just now, and he could not speak a word.

The orbit is as hot as if it could melt the eyeball.

Mo Cong was not comfortable. No one would be comfortable with a burning curtain on his back. He looked back at the sequin bug that had spread under his curtain and was scared back by the small fire. He decisively untied the curtain from his body and threw it out. His arm tightly clasped Anjie's waist: "are you hurt? Can you still walk? "

I don't know if Anjie was choked by the smoke, and his words were so dumb that he didn't know where the strength came from. He grabbed Mo Cong's wrist and spewed out a few words: "don't talk nonsense, go quickly." But I don't know why, Mo Cong always felt that the tone of his words was not right... It was a bit like squeezing out from his teeth.

Two people are extremely embarrassed to drill out from the tunnel, Mo Cong's hand quickly twisted a few times behind the clock, the secret door suddenly closed. There are more and more flames everywhere. Mo Cong drags Chen Fugui from the ground and runs out with Anjie through a door which is blocked by something that is not flammable in advance.

There was an immediate response from outside. The cars coming were lined up at the door. The engine was on and could start at any time.

Chen Fugui was picked up, tied up again, and thrown on the back seat of a car.

While Mo hurried to get on the co pilot, Anjie opened the door, nodded to the driver inside, and said with no expression: "brother, please take the car in the back. I have something else to do. Please lend me a hand."

The driver obeyed and got into another car. Ignoring Mo Cong's questioning look, Anjie sat in the driving position, stepped on the accelerator and drove all the way like a speeding car. When he arrived at such a big field in the suburb that no one knew, he suddenly stepped on the brake. Such a sudden brake made the car draw a dangerous curve on the ground and stop screaming.

Anjie picked up Mo Cong's collar: "who the hell asked you to come back? You want to die, don't you?! Can you do better than your father? Old nerd bones and dregs are blown away by the loess. I still owe him a favor. You give me this again! You... "

Mo Cong suddenly grasped Anjie's cold and shaking hand. Facing the exhausted man, his strength was better than others. Mo Cong pressed Anjie on the seat of the car. Most of his body suppressed him. Then he looked at each other deeply and closed his eyes. His lips fell on the corner of Anjie's bloody mouth.

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Second watch, climb away~