"It's only so big, how can I come to play in such a place? It's too dangerous!"

Song Muyao was guarding the two old men, and when she heard this, she looked over, frowned, "Forget it, I'll take him out."

There were too many people huddled in the ruins to rescue them, and they couldn't help them in the past, but standing next to them would only make them more and more anxious.

Song Muyao has prayed to God in her heart for many times.

Now that I saw this strange child, I also had the idea of ​​saving someone's life and maybe accumulating blessings for Song Qinrong.

"Then you go quickly! Don't let this child trip. It's fine and tender. It will definitely hurt if he falls." Zhao Shuying hurriedly urged.

I remembered again that my granddaughter was also tender and tender, and now she was pressed down. It was not just as simple as knocking and bumping, but her eyes were red with heartache.

Song Muyao had no choice but to pat her grandmother comfortably, then raised her foot and chased the child.

Xiaobao ran to the edge of the ruins and stopped, studied the route carefully for a while, and then planned to climb in.

Song Muyao hurriedly walked forward and grabbed his neck: "This kind of dangerous place is not something a good child should go to!

Come on, sister bring you out. Where are your parents, I will take you... huh?"

Song Muyao was stunned.

I saw that Xiaobao, who was about to move forward, was blocked, turned around, looked at her coldly, and her chubby little mouth spit out two cold words: "Let go!"

Looking at the face of the child in front of him, Song Muyao almost thought she was dazzled.

"You are... the child of the Fu family?"

When Xiaobao smiled, he was almost exactly the same as Song Qinrong.

But when he was silent, his face was expressionless, he looked more like Fu Sichen.

Especially at this moment, his expression was cold, and his whole body exuded aura that was exactly the same as Fu Sichen's.

In addition, his gaze that seemed to have quenched the ice was as if it was copied and pasted with Fu Sichen.

Song Muyao rubbed her eyes, and after confirming that she had read it correctly, she quickly thought of a possibility in her mind.

"Are you... the son of the eldest young master of the Fu family, or the second young master? You look quite similar to your fourth uncle.

But this kid, you should know that your fourth uncle is already in a state of great trouble at this moment. It is not something a good child should do when you go in and make trouble at this time."

Song Muyao said a lot of good intentions and angry words, but Xiaobao still had no expression. He raised his short and fat little hand and patted Song Muyao hard: "Let go!"

Song Muyao was caught off guard and hurt her back, and she immediately smiled happily: "You bad boy, you have a pretty bad temper!"

As he said, he simply forced the person to carry him and walked out of the cordon.

"Sister, no matter how your family spoils you, you must listen to your sister today!

No matter how cute you are, this kind of place is not something that children should come to. What should your parents do if something happens?

Really, what do those people in the Fu family think of the children...Oh!"

A heart-wrenching pain suddenly came from Song Muyao's arm.

It turned out that Xiaobao bit it hard.

She immediately squatted down and put the person on the ground, then covered her arms and sucked in a cold air: "You stinky boy!"

Xiaobao was free and didn't say anything. He turned around and ran away as soon as possible.

Back to the place where I had studied the route, my little body skillfully drilled through one huge stone after another, heading towards the place where the most people surrounded.

——

In front of the ruins at this time, Fu Sichen had just lifted a wall beside his feet, and his ears suddenly moved, and then his face changed.

He stood up and shouted, "Stop!"

All the busy people were stunned.

Fu Shiying frowned: "What's wrong? Sister Rongrong can't hold on anymore. She won't hurry up and dig it up. Why do we stop?"

Fu Sichen didn't look at her, but turned his head and looked at the life detector beside him.

On that, the signal that was originally extremely weak suddenly became stronger.

At the same time, because the scene suddenly became quiet, everyone also heard a faint sob coming from below.

Fu Yan opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "...Tang Xin?"

Xu Xiaonan had already knelt on the ground before him, trying to find the gap, rolled his hands into a trumpet-shaped place beside his mouth, and shouted to the bottom: "Aunt Rong! Tang Xin! Are you?"

The boy's voice was extremely loud, penetrated the gaps.

The sob suddenly stopped, and after a moment, Tang Xin's low and dry sentence came: "...Xu Xiaonan?"

"Tang Xin!" Fu Yan immediately knelt down excitedly and shouted loudly.

Tang Xin responded, his voice a little light. I don’t know if it was because it was too far away or because the girl was dehydrated and deficient, so she didn’t have the strength to respond loudly.

But this is enough to make the people above rejoice.

"They are still alive!" Fu Yan's eyes turned red, and his nerves that had been shattered for two days finally relaxed, "Let's move quickly!"

As he said that, he squatted down and wanted to move the stones.

"Don't move!" Fu Sichen raised his tone and said sternly.

The man's face was pale and his voice was shaking. The veins on his arms that were hanging beside him burst out, and his nails were deeply clamped into his flesh.

He slowly bent his knees little by little, knelt on the ground, his fingertips brushed across the huge broken wall in front of him, and said softly with a tremolo: "Girl?"

No response.

Xu Xiaonan suddenly understood and his hands began to tremble violently: "Aunt Rong!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Little Junior Sister!" Zhang Yunian's eyes were red.

At the scene, almost all the people involved in the rescue understood in an instant, and they were all in tears.

"Uncle Master!"

"Sister Rong!"

...

Everyone was trying their best to call on the people who were pressed down, but no matter how they shouted, they responded only in silence.

Only the breeze that came from nowhere gently brushed across their faces, as if they wanted to wipe away the tears from their faces.

"Teacher Fu, Aunt Rong... She just fainted, right? As long as we rescue the person quickly, there will be no problem, right?" Xu Xiaonan asked, holding Fu Sichen's arm.

Before Fu Sichen could answer, Yang Yishu nodded with red eyes: "My uncle is still alive, but he is definitely seriously injured!

We, we all shouted so loudly, didn't wake her up... It can be seen that she was already in a severe coma."

People who have studied medicine know best that only those who are seriously injured or have a head hurt will suffer from severe coma.

But no matter what the situation is, it means that Song Qinrong is now in a thread of life.

"Then why are we dragging us? Save people quickly!" Fu Yan first reacted and shouted loudly.

"Can't move!" Fu Sichen stopped him again.

After being blocked three times in a row, Fu Yan was almost mad: "Fourth Brother, what are you thinking? If you don't move, Sister Rong will really be in trouble!"

Fu Sichen's lower lip was almost bleeding. He looked at the broken wall in front of him and said slowly word by word.

"The girl is just under this wall, but I can't confirm her abilities."

"If the handling is not done properly, she will be injured again."

“…will die.”
Chapter completed!