Chapter 653

It turns out that he arrived safely on the wall.

Hands and feet with the turn up, the man can't help breathing out a long breath, tight body suddenly sour, he found himself in a cold sweat.

"It's a unique way," he said, looking at the busy people in front of him.

The man did not look at him, but moved the basket to another place and left it.

After a moment's silence, the man suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if he had to go through the fear again.

Soon, the facts told him that it was.

"Hurry up, don't delay," the man urged.

Dawdling walked in the past, the man trembled over the wall, fingers trembling.

In the process, he closed his eyes tightly, but even so, the shaking and the feeling of his feet still let him know where he was.

I don't know how long later, when the basket touched the ground, he couldn't help shaking, but he couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

He jumped out cleanly and stepped on the ground. Then he knew how wonderful it was to walk on the road.

He raised his head and waved his hand. No matter whether the other party could see it or not, he swaggered to the side.

He saw a flickering fire not far away, which must be the place where the victims fell.

Because of a series of things that happened before, the vigilance of the victims was raised to the highest level.

Because of this, he was not really close to be found, threatening to stop.

"Stand where you are!" The other side shrieked, the torch in his hand swaying, and rowed orange waves in the air.

Picked pick eyebrow, that person didn't wait for the other side to repeat, very cooperate of stopped.

Seeing the distance between the torch and himself getting closer and closer, the expression on the face quickly adjusted, and fixed on the top of depression and guilt before the other party saw clearly.

"It's me," he said, hoarse.

As a person who always presided over the porridge, the face of that person was naturally firmly remembered by the victims.

Seeing his benefactor, the victims were a little frightened, but at the same time, he could not help doubting the other party's purpose of coming here late at night.

"How did you come here at this time?" He asked.

Then, before the other party answered, he had scratched his head, turned and walked back.

"Forget it, I'm not smart. You'd better come in with me."

Looking at his back, the man was speechless for a moment.

However, he didn't have much to think about. Seeing the distance between the other party and himself getting farther and farther, he quickly caught up with him.

It's strange to say, for example, it's too late tonight, but none of the victims shows any sign of falling asleep. Their eyes are wide open, and they don't know what they are looking at or thinking about.

"Here we are." The man stopped, the torch shaking irregularly.

Looking at the figure beside the fire, the man took a deep breath and walked forward calmly.

"I don't know if you..."

In the face of each other's doubts and vigilance, the man sighed a long time, and then quickly bowed to each other deeply.

This series of actions are a little puzzling, but also caught off guard.

Therefore, the other party's reaction can not help but slow down a little bit, until he straightened up to recover.

"What does that mean?" The other side walked to the side, the brow tightly screwed up.

As if he didn't feel the increased vigilance in the other person's eyes, the man took two steps forward, lowered his voice and said, "naturally, I have something to discuss with you."

"Don't rush to refuse. I don't care which side you belong to. I just want to know if your purpose is consistent with mine He continued.

Two people look at each other, staggered eyes seem to have sword light and sword shadow, fire collision.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Under the flicker of the fire, the man was acutely aware of each other's fingers, and also felt the evil spirit in his eyes.

Trying to suppress the body's instinctive vigilance, he said casually, "don't be so nervous. I don't mean anything."

Although he said so, the other side didn't believe it.

"How do you know I'm not a disaster victim like them?" He asked.

The man touched the tip of his nose and regretted his quickness.

"These escaped victims don't look like people who care about others," he explained, urged by each other's eyes. "But you're not the same."

"Even just now, what you asked me was not what the villagers could say. Such a person deliberately mingled with a group of victims and even became their invisible leader. I don't believe it was unintentional."

After listening to him, the other party quickly recalled the communication between them in his mind, and finally had to admit that it was his carelessness.He pinched the root of his nose and sat down on the ground under the man's surprised eyes. His palm picked up the stick beside him casually. He fiddled with the fire, stirring up a crackling sound and brighter fireworks.

He seemed to forget that there was someone around him, and he was very free.

The man took a look at him and learned his movements without hesitation.

It's just sitting on the ground. He wasn't a person with status before, so how could he care.

He looked at the leaping Mars and said, "we can trust each other."

The other side didn't look back and asked, "what's your purpose?"

Fingers fumble next to the small stones, the man hesitated for a moment, quickly made a decision.

"You have to listen carefully," he said, lowering his voice. Don't be frightened by our ambition. "

Oh! The other party sneers in his heart. After knowing his task, he doesn't feel that others can scare him. After all, not everyone dares to think about the operation of changing the day.

"We want to change the sky in the capital!" The man doesn't know what the other person is thinking, but it doesn't prevent him from speaking out his purpose.

His words fall in each other's ears, let the other party can't help a shock, at the same time subconsciously raised his hand to his lips.

There is no imperceptible talk, quietly in the heart of a sigh of relief, he thought in the heart.

Looking up at the man, he asked, "are you really from the prime minister's office? Why do you think so? "

"Of course," the man nodded, "since I was sent out, it proves that we didn't want to cover up, and I've proved my sincerity by speaking out my purpose."

"I wonder if we can cooperate now? Or have you started to work together? "