"Miss Su, you go in alone, you try your best, and the seventh master will rely on you. If you can't hold it anymore, call me and I'll bring someone in. Ding Chen led her to the door, a little suspicious, but finally opened the door of the secret room and let her in alone. Only he knows what is going on inside, the doctors have all come out, and the door of the secret room is closed tightly, one is to prevent his master from hurting people when he is unconscious, and on the other hand, to prevent the news from leaking, only he and Song Qiao know the situation inside.

Fu Hanyuan's illness this time was worse than ever, which made him feel scared, if the Seventh Master couldn't survive today, what would happen to the situation of the Fu family? Blame the hacker this afternoon.

When the little girl walked into the secret room, she instinctively felt scared. I just entered the secret room from the light, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and it was black and oppressive. Her back was straight, and her hand slowly reached forward, feeling her way inside.

The space was filled with suffocating oppression and coldness, and she instinctively felt that it was the breath on Fu Hanyuan's body. His eyes gradually adjusted to the light in the secret room, and in the dim room, Fu Hanyuan was curled up on the hospital bed, surrounded by various instruments, which looked hideous and terrifying in the dark.

Although she was scared at this time, she still had the courage to cautiously move closer to the hospital bed. As soon as she approached the bed, her body was suddenly pulled by a strong force, and she lay on Fu Hanyuan's body.

The man's cold eyes fell on her face, and his hoarse voice seemed to come from the distant sky: "You, aren't you afraid of death?" His eyes were a bloody red, and his eyes were terrifying, like a bloodthirsty beast. Immediately after, a wave of pain struck. He grabbed Su Kun's hand and tightened it tightly, the little girl wanted to cry, her arm really hurt, but she didn't dare, the person in front of her looked crazy, completely controlled by the illness, she was afraid that she would accidentally anger him even more.

What should I do? Ding Chen said that he might not be able to survive today, but this is my bonus artifact.

She actually thought of this in such a terrifying atmosphere, and the little girl felt that she was really mentally ill.

Suddenly, the strength in his arm loosened. Fu Hanyuan was already in a trance of pain, and his whole body was weak. There was a blur in front of him, and the figure of a teenager appeared in his mind.

"Miao Miao—" The hoarse and weak voice seemed to come from the sky, conveying indescribable emotions, despair, attachment, and endless pain and hatred, struggle, and doubt in the long and hoarse voice. The little girl was stunned by his cry containing mixed emotions, she had never seen such a side of Fu Hanyuan.

Miao Miao, who is it?

The crimson eyes lost the cold ice of the past, and the desperate eyes were unwilling-

Time seems to freeze in this moment, and it makes people feel a lingering touch.

His eyes were frozen, it should have been painful to the extreme, the rhythm before the coma, and the consciousness of the last second was retained before the unconscious-

Her heart seemed to have been hit by something, her heart was soft and painful, she covered it, hugged him, and her cool and delicate little hands touched his face, which was very hot. Gently rubbing his forehead with his forehead, soothing his emotions: "I'm here." It seems to be a response to his sentence "Miao Miao".

Fu Hanyuan felt that he was flying towards the sky, and his consciousness gradually collapsed. Before dying, people will go through all the past of their lives in their minds, like a movie. The man he had been trying to remember gradually became clear in his mind, the young man sat against the light on a pomegranate tree and chewed pomegranate grains, brilliant and beautiful, holy as an angel—but his face was still blurred, and his eyes as black as grapes were round but distinct—