“Wife, don’t,” Leng Xiao shouted with a big change in his face. He stood up and was about to open the cabin door and jump down, because his plane had really passed, and Su Mianmian had been swept into the spiral airflow.
At such an emergency, Lei Zifeng grabbed Leng Xiao and said, “Xiaozi, don’t do anything randomly.”
“Don’t pull me, I’m dead, I don’t know what to do when I’m alive.” Leng Xiao was like a demon who came to the world, with messy hair and messy clothes, and no dripping in his usual domineering presidential demeanor.
“Xiaozi, if you jump down now, you will die. Do you want Mianmian to die?” Lei Zifeng’s voice was obviously choked and he could no longer speak.
Because Su Mianmian died, it also means that Zhang Man is dead, and he is extremely sad.
But he knew even more that they couldn’t just jump.
Because jumping down not only won’t save Su Mianmian and Zhang Man, they are also dead.
There are so many people waiting for them at home, they cannot die, and Zhang Man and Su Mianmian may not necessarily die.
“Mianmian is dead. I want to follow her to hell. I will go up to the poor and fall. We promised to die together if we die.” Leng Xiao is completely unreasonable now. His mind is full of pictures of Su Mianmian being swept away by the airflow. Even the recorder cannot detect Su Mianmian’s figure. There is only one answer, that is, if Su Mianmian falls, he will die without a doubt.
“Don’t stop me, I want to die with Mianmian.” Leng Xiao pulled Lei Zifeng’s arm open and turned around to open the cabin door. Unexpectedly, the next second, he glared and fainted.
Because Lei Zifeng slashed at a point on the back of Leng Xiao’s neck with one knife.
He couldn’t let Leng Xiao die in vain.
He also wanted to chase Zhang Man, but he knew that he couldn’t do that. If he did that, then he and Zhang Man really had no hope.