。 The two followed behind Rong Shisan, opened the door, and found that someone was standing in the shadow of the corner of the door. The man was dressed in a plain gray long-sleeved shirt and trousers, his long hair was tied into a long ponytail with leather bands haphazardly, and even in the shadows, the hood on his head was still covered by the clothes on his clothes. The face under the hat was beautiful, but the color was white and blue, and the pupils were dark and swarthy, hidden in the dark like a ghost.

Rong Shisan was shocked and jumped, Rong Jiu seemed to know that there was someone around the corner, and he didn't react much, but he avoided two steps back, only Lan was drunk, but he leaned forward and said softly: "Yihuang, why are you here?" ”

"Seeing that you have not returned, I came out to look for you."

“…… How long have you been here? ”

"It's been a long time." Jun Yihuang raised his chin lightly and pointed at Rong Jiu, and said, "Earlier than him." ”

……

Lan Zui couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart. Looking at Jun Yihuang, most of the conversation between her and Rong Shisan was heard.

Although Lan Zui knew that the gap between her and Jun Yihuang was so big that it was almost impossible to cross, except for Bai Suhe's beating in front of Helan Fu's tomb, the two of them almost never mentioned this matter head-on. No matter how transparent the film is, there is still a film, but when the film is torn, it is □□ bare face, and there is no room for maneuver.

"Aren't you going to see someone?" Jun Yihuang took the initiative to turn sideways and get out of the way of the blocked stairs, "Let's go, I'll accompany you." ”

Rong Wu lives in Ward V of the hospital.

Ward V is very different from the others, it is softly furnished, and if it were not for the fact that the furniture was replaced by many instruments that constantly flashed bright spots, it would not be obvious that it was a ward.

Rong Wu was lying in the center of the room, his eyes closed. He hadn't been in a coma for long, and the muscles of his hands and feet hadn't atrophied, and he could still see the vigor and strength of his waking consciousness from the smooth muscle lines.

Lan Zui stood next to the bed, staring closely at Rong Wu's angular face, and in a trance, he always felt that he would open his eyes at any time, revealing that kind of cold and fierce eyes.

It is hard for Lan Zui to imagine that Rong Wu, who is calm, restrained, decisive, ruthless, like a mountain, and Rong Wu, who is neutral in the position of legend in the inverted fighting world, actually fell like this.

"You think it's fake, don't you?" Rong Shisan casually leaned on an instrument next to him, regardless of the value of that instrument, "He's been busy for half his life, so what?" Still ended up like this. ”

"Still can't find out why?"

"Find out a fart." Rong 13 shook his head and said, "I'm twenty-six this year, and the next one is probably me." Girl, this is fate, I have to believe it, you know? ”

After saying that, Rong Shisan glanced at Lan Zui and Jun Yihuang behind her meaningfully, and said with a pun.

Lan Zui didn't refute, just reached back and held Jun Yihuang's hand.

Jun Yihuang's hand was always hidden under the long sleeves, revealing half of his palms and fingertips. But Lan Zui clenched the half of his palm, getting tighter and tighter, feeling the coldness of his palm that was different from ordinary people.

"I don't believe in fate." Lan Zui finally spoke, cold but with a resoluteness that was hard to ignore, she turned her head to look directly into Rong Thirteen's eyes: "Rong Thirteen, I know that you, like me, have never been a person who will trust fate. ”

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