In the afternoon, Zhan Linghan's troops were in the army received an emergency task, and the downpour of rain washed away the soft land in Lancangshan District.

The teaching building of Lancang Primary School was originally a dangerous house, but now it collapsed in the rain!

The China Border Detachment and the Sistine Border Force immediately dispatched to Lancang Primary School.

Zhan Linghan rode forward and rushed to the forefront of the Sistine border troops.

The rain washed Zhan Linghan's body. His military uniform was already wet. The water slid down from his face, splitting his handsome face. His deep eyes were pitch black and cold, and the light shot out of his eyes made people frightened.

Running all the way, Zhan Linghan rode his horse to the vicinity of Lancang Primary School, and he heard the noisy and boiling voices.

The buildings of the primary school teaching building have completely collapsed, and only a piece of ruins remain on the barren soil.

Many villagers rushed over and were helping to rescue him. Zhan Linghan jumped off his horse and walked step by step towards the ruins of the teaching building.

Two villagers stood on the rubble and dragged a buried child out of the ruins. The blood marks on the child's face were washed away by the rain. The broken forehead was washed away by the rain and the white bones appeared.

The child cried loudly in pain, howling in his mouth:

"Teacher Qingyan...Teacher Qingyan is still inside..."

Zhan Linghan's blood clotted. He rushed to the child with a quick step and asked nervously: "Which class was Qingyan in which class she was just in!"

However, the child cried loudly and couldn't speak. The villagers simply bandaged the child and took the child away.

Zhan Linghan looked at the ruins in front of him and his whole body felt cold.

The child didn't say which class Qingyan was in just now. If he dug the wrong ruin, it would be a waste of time, but Zhan Linghan couldn't wait! He rushed up, knelt outside the ruins, and moved the scattered rubble away.

He heard someone calling for help from the ruins, Zhan Linghan tried his best to lift the wooden board under the ruins.

He pulled the two children out of the ruins and continued to search for Qingyan's voice in the buried rubble.

Zhan Linghan pulled out many people from under the ruins. The rain mixed with sweat continued to drip along his tight chin. Blood appeared in Zhan Linghan's cold eyes. He moved away the broken wall bricks, and his fingers with exposed gloves were trampled and bleeding by the rubble. He didn't even notice it.

It took him more than half a year to meet again. God wouldn't make such a joke for him, right?

Finally, his arm recovered, why did something that made him lose his beauty?

Zhan Linghan broke open the brick in front of him, and blood was overflowing from his finger joints and was washed away by the pouring rain.

He searched wildly under the ruins, but Qingyan was never seen.

Zhan Linghan pulled Fan Chunxiang out under the ruins. He glanced at him but Qingyan and continued to search.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his brain became chaotic due to lack of oxygen. He felt that he had been digging in the ruins for a long time, but where was Qingyan?

Why didn’t Qingyan see her?!

"Ling Han?"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded behind Zhan Linghan. Zhan Linghan was shocked all over. He suddenly turned around and looked at Qingyan standing by the ruins holding an umbrella.

Qingyan saw someone who was desperate and was crazily rescuing the buried person in the ruins. Qingyan could see the blood on the other person's fingers from afar, but the other person was unaware of it.
Chapter completed!