At the critical moment, Yang Bo grabbed her and buried her hard in his arms, not asking her to take a look at the terrible tragedy on earth.

Uncle Zhuang was so angry that his whole body trembled. But when the anger was suppressed, the fear that made people frightened up. They obviously shot and killed someone without any reason.

This is neither a battlefield nor any of these people is a tough anti-Japanese element. Otherwise, they would not have wanted to sneak out of Peking in the middle of the night. There are ordinary people here who have no value or ability to resist.

A group of sad wrecky dogs.

But the Japanese soldier fired without hesitation, and even the warning before the shooting was stingy and refused to use words they could understand. If Zhuang Shuyi hadn't shouted just now, even one would not have survived.

But even so, the hope of survival gradually disappeared. Zhuang Shuyi leaned against Yang Bo's arms and could feel the murderous aura behind him.

Even without eyes, she could depict images of the evil dogs in hell drooling and showing an evil and greedy expression.

"Turn around." The Japanese soldier said toughly, holding a bayonet.

Yang Bo carefully protected Zhuang Shuyi, put on the mask he used to, opened his pocket in a flattering manner, and said, "Boss, she is just less courageous than a rabbit. She is crying so hard now. It's so ugly that she won't disgust you."

The bag as big as a palm was filled with golden gold, almost blinding the soldier's eyes. While reaching out to grab the bag, he said vaguely. "That's the way people are, go quickly. Don't get close to here anymore."

To this gold, people in this world all look the same, no matter which nationality it is. Anyway, gold has no nationality, right?

Yang Bo passed the situation skillfully and perfunctorily and wanted to take Zhuang Shuyi away. But just as he took a few steps, a Japanese soldier rushed over from outside, and whispered for a while. The man rushed up without hesitation, insisting on seeing Zhuang Shuyi's appearance.

Of course there was still something left in his pocket. But Yang Bo thought that the Japanese devil would not let go easily, even if he gave him all the valuable items on him.

Obviously, they seemed to be arresting people. But Yang Bo felt that he didn't have to worry about this. After all, he had only heard of men causing a revolution, and he had never heard of any ruler taking women seriously. Of course, the old ladies in the Qing Dynasty were an exception.

However, with Zhuang Shuyi's current mood, I'm afraid that if I look at them again, I will really be unable to help myself. Yang Bo has to find a way to avoid this possibility.

If it were just a fight, even without Yangbo, Zhuang Shuyi would not necessarily lose, but this was not a friendly match, it was a life-threatening battle. The gun in the other party's hand was not a vegetarian.

Yang Bo thought about it for a long time, but it was the deadlock that Zhuang Shuyi broke. She half-squinted her eyes and turned her head. The other party looked in the dim light for a long time, but he couldn't see what it was. After thinking about it, he asked them to go back.

"What are they saying there?" Although Yang Bo learned a lot of foreign languages ​​from Zhuang Shuyi, it was obvious that he had no choice but to do with this strange Japanese with a strong accent.

"They are looking for someone. But now there is no photo on his hand, and there is a woman who cannot let young, about twenty years old, go out of the city..." Zhuang Shuyi listened with his ears and listened halfway through the translation, and suddenly grabbed Yang Bo's arm in shock.

Yang Bo tried hard to hug her whole body, and told the people behind him that they could not see her abnormality. "Liuliu, what's wrong? What did they say? I only heard 'dong'."

"The owner of Xiaodong. I am the one they are looking for." Zhuang Shuyi's steps were frivolous. If he had not leaned on Yang Bo, his legs would probably be so weak that they could not support them and collapsed on the spot.

How could that happen? Not to mention that the name was only used to call her in Shanghai, no matter how many times it was, it was a matter of ten years ago. Even if she had conflicts with Japanese life at that time, she shouldn't have held a grudge until now.

Not only Zhuang Shuyi was surprised, but Yang Bo was also suddenly called the memory of that time by this title. This memory also made him feel a little fatal. He would rather never remember it.

Yang Bo recalled the thing he had done for the Japanese that almost killed him, and felt that his abdomen, which had no scars, was severely painful.

At that time, it was a good deal that was a bit dangerous and immoral. Now, it may be a reason for the current situation. But who would have thought that those Japanese people wanted to swallow China ten years ago as fat!

Yang Bo regretted it.

But more importantly, this is something that Zhuang Shuyi can never know. Maybe she had guessed at the beginning, but the situation at that time was different from now on. At least at that time, the Japanese did not defeat the three northeastern provinces and this was Beiping.

If she knew about this now, she would probably have no way to let go of something she could easily forgive when she was in Shanghai.

Zhuang Shuyi naturally didn't know that Yang Bo had thought so far away. She was just still afraid. If the Japanese got her photos, she would have wanted to leave Peiping again and left Peiping alive, which would be difficult.

But they can't try again tonight. If they are caught again, it's hard to say what the consequences will be. The Japanese here will also warn in Japanese. What if they don't do this next time? That's the death situation of ten deaths without life.

"Fortunately, I didn't pack the quilt and sent it out." Back at the courtyard, Yang Bo said this on purpose, wanting to Kuanyi's tense nerves.

Sure enough, Zhuang Shuyi was immediately attracted by the attention and couldn't help laughing. "You have packed the pot at home and took it away."

Yang Bo looked choking. Zhuang Shuyi said in surprise, "Have you really sent it away? Is that pot really that rare?" After that, she rushed to the kitchen and saw that the pot was still staying on the stove. Only then did she realize that she had been fooled.

Then she turned around and saw Yang Bo watching the fun behind her, laughing and twisting his ears. "You are really...hahaha..."

When Yang Bo saw that she even laughed out of tears, he breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but be glad that Zhuang Shuyi's hypoxia had recovered. Otherwise, this would be the situation tonight. But even so, he would not dare not be alert to her psychological condition.

The cruel scene of flesh and blood splattering everywhere is just a common occurrence for Yang Bo. You should know that the first few years of the Republic of China were not a peaceful time, so he met Zhuang Shuyi on a train to the battlefield.

In Yongning, the green shells are rampant, and even if you don’t die for a year, you feel that you are not complete. But a beautiful girl like Zhuang Shuyi, let alone she has blood dysfunction, even if she doesn’t, no one dares to show such a picture to the pearl in Zhuang’s house!

Therefore, Zhuang Shuyi rarely saw such scenes. It would not be surprising if she had made the old habit of sentimentality. However, since she could still laugh now, it would be that not that far.

The two of them discussed how to leave the city tomorrow, and made an appointment with the students to meet outside the city and arrive within three days. If they didn't come in three days, they wouldn't wait. Now, they can't get out by themselves.

Before we could discuss the results, a messy voice came from outside.

"Teacher, teacher, it's not good. The Japanese are going to catch people in the school!"
Chapter completed!