Chapter 1971: The last trip!

The first journey of the first thousand nine hundred and seventy-one chapter!
Zhao Wuji took away the autumn harvest.
But he left the spring that the body has cooled. And the dying summer long.
He did not give the autumn harvest a chance to speak a few words, as if in his eyes, except for the autumn harvest, anyone is superfluous and can go to hell.
He had to kill Xiao Zheng, but just because of the autumn harvest, he let go of the perfect opportunity to kill Xiao Zheng.
Or, in his view, killing Xiao Zhengben is not a too difficult thing.
After Zhao Wuji left, Xiao Zheng spit out a water and bitterly said: "Miss Shang, what are you doing here? Didn't you see two seriously injured people continue to be treated?"
Shang Yao returned to the gods and immediately took away the Xia Chang with breath.
For the rescue of Xia Chang, it is not very willing to stand in the perspective of Shang Yao.
After all, this woman is a Zhao family. Fang was even more orthogonal with Xiao, but also killed Shang Yao.
Why are you saving her?
"She shouldn't die."
This is the answer of Xiao Zheng. Shangyao did not agree, but did not say much.
This night, she was exhausted. The body, the soul, is not washed, but destroyed.
Xiao Zheng’s injury, except for the palm of his hand, is a skin injury, and the rest are all internal injuries. Even if he has a copper skin, he has to lie in the hospital for ten days and a half, and it is possible to recover. The injury of Xia Chang is even more serious. If the knife on the shoulder is a few inches away, it will directly cut off the long arteries of the summer. It was violent on the spot.
Too many people died this night.
White unparalleled, Linghu is unique, Chunsheng. Their death will definitely have a huge impact on the situation of the Forty-Nine Cities. Even completely changed.
White is dead.
The old monk will certainly not let the white family fend for itself. He took over the white house, which is already a matter of nailing. The only death of Linghu also allowed Linghuzhu to take over the Linghu family in advance.
Moreover, it is not the same as the Zhao family.
Even the Zhao family, out of thin air, a Zao Wou-ki. Still the fiance of the autumn harvest.
Why did the fiancé of the autumn harvest surname Zhao?
Xiao Zheng is not known.
After he received the treatment, he fell asleep. This alone is the most difficult and dangerous thing after Mu Qingsong.
He spent all his strength and was forced to drag the game into overtime. Even so, he is almost almost killed by the business.
Among them, there is still the credit for the autumn harvest.
This war alone is enough to reflect the horror of Shangjingtian. He is an enemy, but he does not fall into the wind. Although there are commercial Yao, and some institutions are adopted.
But the contest of any peerless powerhouse will only be bare-chested.
Proper brainstorming is indispensable.
It’s just that the business is so big that you can use it with your own daughter. In this regard, Xiao Zheng is not as good as himself.
Woke up. Shangyao has disappeared. Sitting on the edge of the bed, it is wearing a casual Lin tone.
She didn't know when she was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring softly at Xiao Zheng.
"When did you come?" Xiao Zheng slightly moved his body. All the limbs seem to be crushed, and the pain is difficult.
In a moment, the body was soaked in cold sweat.
"It’s been a while." Lin’s tone gently held Xiao Zheng, softly. "The doctor told you not to move. Take a rest."
Xiao Zheng knew that Lao Lin had said that for a while, I was afraid that when Shang Yao left, she came.
Or, Shang Yao knows that Lao Lin is coming, and he will run away.
Xiao Zheng’s pain did not dare to move, spit out a murky airway:
What time is it?

"It’s just past noon.
Lin Huayin poured a cup of hot water and waited for Xiao Zheng to drink slowly. But there is no extra word to ask.
She did not ask what Xiao Zheng had experienced last night.
She did not ask why another woman was lying next door. A woman who is equally seriously injured.
She was even more curious to ask, how Xiao came to the hospital.
And how did the contest last night end?
Someone told her that White is dead. The Northeast King Linghu was also alone.
At the scene, there is also the body of a young man who is not known.
That was Shangyao's cleanup.
What happened last night?
Little is known. Lin Huayin knows that as long as she speaks, Xiao Zheng will tell her one by one.
But she did not ask.
All she wants is Xiao Zheng, get better soon. Can accompany her to eat, play with Xiao An. The rest is not important at all.
Xiao Zheng slept for nearly twelve hours. The sky of the Forty-Nine City was also overturned by heavy snow. The world is snowy, and the cold air is also refreshing and pure.
Lao Lin waited for Xiao Zheng to simply have lunch. I told Xiao Zheng to take a rest and don't think too much.

Nobody came to see me?
Xiao Zheng complained. "I am also a boss, I shouldn't."
"I will drive you away." Lin Zhuyin stunned Xiao Zheng.
Xiao Zheng smiled and gently held the hand of Lao Lin. Some of the rest said: "I was afraid of death last night. I thought I would never see you again."
Lin Huayin heard the words, but it was a petite body. Then it was to help Xiao Zhengli take care of the beggar, whispered: "Sleep."
Then turned and walked out of the ward.
As soon as she went out, she rolled down her tears.
He is afraid?
Why is she not afraid?
Last night, she stared at Xiao An for sleepless nights. Until two in the morning, I received the exact message and Xiao Zheng was rushed to the hospital.
On the way to the hospital, Lao Lin lost control several times.
Once she was, she could not lose Xiao Zheng.
Now with children, there is a more complete family. She can't even lose.
She is so scared.
I am afraid that one day, when Xiao Zheng leaves the house, he will never come back.
But she can't say anything. I also don't want to give Xiao Zheng too much pressure.
This is probably the current Lin Yin sound, the only one that can help Xiao Zheng share.
"Ah, is it all right?"
Ye Fengyang slowly came to Lin to follow the sound of the sound, said softly.
"Yeah." Lin Huayin shook his head and quickly closed the tears in his eyes.
"then you"
Ye Fenghuang hesitated for a while, a rare hesitation.
"Return to Ye Gongguan. I have watched here." Ye Fenghuang sighed softly. "Go to the grandfather for the last trip."
Lin Huayin nodded lightly, no words.
Half past two in the morning.
Lin Zhuyin rushed to the hospital to accompany Xiao Zheng.
Four o'clock in the morning.
She received a call from Ye Gongguan.
Ye Gong is gone.
I passed New Year's Eve.
The old man did not want to leave his sacrifice day on the New Year's Eve of the family.
He is dying and he has to be considered for future generations.
On New Year's Eve, it's time to have a good family and eat a happy group dinner. Rather than chasing ancestors.
When Lin Huayin walked out of the hospital, the snow fell.
Tears rolled down the beautiful face. I felt so lonely for the first time.
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