Chapter 1393: If you don't leave, I won't give up (1)

"Day by day, is it really you?"
Yang Zimei's voice was trembling because of excitement.
"Well, it's me, I'm back."
Long rested her chin on her shoulder socket day by day, and the warm breath blew slightly over her ears and into her neck, just like the summer sea breeze.
"Are ... leaving?"
"Well, don't go."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Really?"
"Really !!"
Yang Zimei's hand touched the back of his hand, and he just wanted to turn to look at his face, look at his long-lost face, and see where he was not injured, but suddenly he felt a loose waist, only to see his hand slide down Then he fell silently on the ground.
"By day--"
Yang Zimei's original mood of joy to Yunxiao fell instantly to the boundless darkness and turned back nervously.
I saw Long face to face softly on the ground every day, his body curled up slightly, his eyes closed, his lips slightly blue, one hand was covering his chest, the other hand ...
Yang Zimei took a sigh of air conditioning, surprised and heartache.
He didn't have the other hand, the black shirt was empty.
At this point, Yang Zimei had no time to take care of why he did not have a hand. He hurriedly checked his heart pulse and found that his heart pulse was a little abnormal. He ripped off his shirt and saw his heart socket vaguely. A round of black is not like being poisoned, but like being tricked.
Yang Zimei hurriedly input his own energy for him.
However, his own vitality and his vitality seemed to be two contradictory magnetic fields, and they could not melt in at all.
She had to take out the silver needles and do not have the strength to do acupuncture for him, stimulate his points, and protect his heart.
But he couldn't wake up yet.
However, the heart has slowly calmed down, and there is no danger for the time being.
Yang Zimei stooped and wanted to hug him in.
Weight was nothing to her.
However, his figure was too tall, almost one meter nine, and she was only one meter six, holding it with a certain degree of difficulty.
At this time, Xuehu came out.
"let me do it!"
He reached out and took the dragon day by day, hugged it in his arms, walked quickly into the room, walked straight into the room where Yang Zimei was, and placed the dragon day by day on the bed.
Yang Zimei could not be allowed to say more, Xuehu had already begun to examine the round of black shadows in the heart of the dragon.
Slightly frowning, from the storage ring, took out a crystal clear, but scented small pill, and stuffed it into Long Zhutian's mouth.
"Xuehu, what did you give him?"
Yang Zimei anxiously held Long Zhutian's hand and asked.
"Our fox family returns Yuandan."
Xuehu's palm touched Long Zhutian's heart nest, closed his eyes and performed power.
Large drops of sweat dripped from Xuehu's forehead, and his face gradually became as white and white as the dragons day by day, and the white steam rose on his palms and the chests of the day by day.
The temperature of the whole room increased rapidly and cooled down ...
This was repeated a dozen times.
In the end, Xuehu's hand was removed from the heart of Long Zhutian, closed it, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, stood up, and said to Yang Zi with a weak breath, "I can only help him to this point , You look at him well, I will go back to the room to rest. "
Yang Zimei saw that his steps were a bit futile, and he hurriedly reached out to support him, "Xue Lake, are you okay?"
"Nothing will happen."
Xuehu gave her a soft look, and gently pushed her hand away. "You see him, I'll go back to my room."
Yang Zimei looked at the dragon on the bed and looked at him again.