Chapter 900
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Lin Mumu turned her head and looked at the cars behind them. Her heart was heavy, and her mood was even more urgent:
"Yun Ting, I'm not as great as you think, and I'm not that good. I just want to live my own little life, I don't think so much about the country and the people.
Yes, I'm so selfish, I just want you to live, and the mission can't be completed.
Come with me, let's get off the car, okay? "
Lin Mumu's voice trembled a little, and Yun Ting's heart and lungs ached.
He owed her a lifetime of love, and he originally wanted to find her in this life and treat her well regardless of everything.
But at this moment, Yun Ting found that he wasn't so open-minded. At least at this critical moment, he couldn't give up the so-called responsibility.
In addition to being her man, he was also a soldier!
This mission couldn't fail.
"Rest assured, I'll be fine. I promise you, I'll come back alive. "
"Aren't they just spies? If one group dies, there'll be a second group. Why do we care about them? Eliminating spies isn't your job alone. There are so many people in the country, and we don't lack you. "Lin Mumu was really worried about Yun Ting.
If the people chasing them were just ordinary people, or even bandits, Lin Mumu wouldn't be afraid at all. With Yun Ting's skills, it wouldn't be a problem for him to fight 20 or 30 people.
But it was precisely because the people chasing them were elites trained by various organizations, and each of them was as powerful as Ao Jian or Lin Tianlang, that Lin Mumu was worried.
Yun Ting's heart was inexplicably touched and warmed, and he wanted to disregard everything and follow her.
But the situation outside was extremely dangerous. If he left, Xiao Qiao and An Mingxuan would both die.
Since they were going to complete the mission together, he couldn't be selfish, nor could he abandon his team members at a critical moment, let alone give up at a critical moment. Otherwise, he wouldn't be worthy of being Lin Mumu's beloved Yun Ting.
Yun Ting looked at the situation outside the window, took a deep breath, and suddenly said to An Mingxuan:
"She's too emotional, knock her out."
Without waiting for Lin Mumu to refute, An Mingxuan nimbly hit the back of Lin Mumu's neck with just the right amount of strength.
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When Lin Mumu woke up, she was already lying in the familiar Taoist temple, on the familiar bed, and the familiar smell of agarwood made her feel as if she had just woken up from a dream.
It was as if her two lives with Yun Ting had been a very, very long dream. Now that she had woken up, she was still in the Daoist temple.
Lin Mumu rubbed her swollen forehead and pushed the door open.
It was already dusk outside the house. The sun dimly set, and the dusky yellow sunset clouds began to darken, signaling the arrival of the night.
Something was not right.
Lin Mumu shuddered. Just now, she was obviously fleeing for her life with Yun Ting, and it was still early in the morning, not even seven o 'clock. It should be around six o 'clock in the evening.
More than ten hours had passed, and no one knew how Yun Ting was doing.
Lin Mumu quickly ran out and ran to the hall of the Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple was empty, as if there was not a single person in it.
Lin Mumu ran to her master's bedroom and knocked on the door. No one responded, so she pushed the door open. The room was still filled with the familiar smell of agarwood. Obviously, someone was living here.
But where was he?
"Master ~ ~" Lin Mumu went to the courtyard and shouted a few times, but no one responded.
The one who sent her back should be An Mingxuan, but there was no trace of him.
"An Mingxuan?"
She shouted a few times, but there was no response. In the whole world, it seemed like she was the only one left.
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