"Feng Ling, don't go. It's too dangerous —!"
Accompanied by Tam and Lin Cheng's shouts, the helicopter had already smashed onto the ground. It was only about ten meters away from the little girl on the ground. Seeing that the helicopter was about to be destroyed, Feng Ling nimbly rushed over, picked up the little girl on the ground, and threw herself at the haystack.
Feng Ling's speed was not as fast as when she was in the base, but it was not slow either. At the very least, when she held the little girl in her arms and pressed her against the haystack, she heard the sound of the helicopter crash behind her. It was enough to prove that she had really saved the girl.
The little girl in her arms was crying. Feng Ling quickly turned back and saw that the plane had landed right where the little girl had fallen.
A loud boom resounded in her ears. The ground seemed to tremble violently at this moment.
