Although the oncoming car was not driving fast, when Luo Zhaoyang's body collided with this steel shell, Luo Zhaoyang still lost.

After being hit by the car, Luo Zhaoyang's consciousness began to blur, in his memory, he only remembered a few people jumping off the car, although they were calling their names, but he couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

"I'm tired, I'm tired."

As Luo Zhaoyang's eyes became dark, he also became relaxed all of a sudden, and he secretly said to himself in his heart, his whole person was like floating in the sky, and his body was so light that he couldn't grasp it.

The comfort that had never been before made Luo Zhaoyang reluctant to open his eyes, and just as he was thinking about enjoying it, a voice was like a thunder in a sunny day, startling Luo Zhaoyang.

"Who?" Luo Zhaoyang asked a little lazily, and when he wiped his eyes, ready to see who was shouting here, he found that he was in a place where there was no sky and no land, and the white expanse around him suddenly reminded Luo Zhaoyang of the forest in front of him.

"Oh my god, how did I get into the trees, did I get lost?" Luo Zhaoyang looked around and said to himself.

Luo Zhaoyang walked forward very carefully, and when he found that there were no people around, let alone plants, he understood that the place where he was not a forest.

"Luo Zhaoyang, don't sleep anymore, wake up quickly." Just when Luo Zhaoyang was guessing what place was in front of him, suddenly Zheng Xue appeared in front of him with both hands, her fierce and vicious look made Luo Zhaoyang turn around and leave, but just when he turned back and took a step, he found that there was no way back, and he also fell because of such a kick.

When the way of free fall kept falling, a drop of water with a faint salty smell landed right on his lips, and it was this drop of water that made him finally regain his true feeling, and it was also such a drop of water that made him finally feel solid under him.

"What's holding me down?" Luo Zhaoyang asked secretly in his heart, this was also the first question he had after regaining his senses, and he even forgot about the life and death of the dragon kiss.

Before Luo Zhaoyang could open his eyes, a soft sobbing sound sounded in his ears, which made Luo Zhaoyang's eyes that were a little reluctant to open slowly open.

Luo Zhaoyang only saw a snow-white neck under his jet-black hair, and a small earring touched his exposed chest from time to time, and the gentle touch made Luo Zhaoyang feel itchy.

"Who, you're pressing my wounds, can you let me catch my breath?" Luo Zhaoyang felt numb all over his body, he found that he was a little knotted even when he spoke, and his tongue seemed to be stiff and unable to move.

Zheng Xue, who was pressed on Luo Zhaoyang's body, listened to Luo Zhaoyang's words, and she suddenly bounced up, and if the speed of the bounce was compared with the rocket, it might have the same speed as the flame arrow breaking away from gravity.

"You're ......, you're ......, you're awake?" Zheng Xue watched Luo Zhaoyang's wake-up, she wiped a handful of tears, as if she was still suspicious.

"How can I not wake up if you are so noisy?" Luo Zhaoyang blinked, and after swallowing his saliva, he said lightly.

Zheng Xue still seemed to be skeptical of Luo Zhaoyang's words, and when she pinched her arm hard, she frowned in pain.

Luo Zhaoyang looked at Zheng Xue's eyebrows that were retracted because of the pain, and he asked with a slight smile: "When did you like masochism and be so ruthless?" ”

"You bastard, do you know that you are scared to death, I thought you were dead, you thought you were ......" Zheng Xue heard Luo Zhaoyang say this, and the corners of her eyes began to cry again, and as her cry sounded again, her two weak pink fists began to greet Luo Zhaoyang's body.

That sad look made Luo Zhaoyang wonder whether he was blaming himself or worrying about himself.

If Zheng Xue's two punches were replaced before, he would have fought all day long, and Luo Zhaoyang would not have screamed, but when he was injured, he frowned when he greeted Zheng Xue's two powder fists that had no strength.

"Are you looking at me not dead, so you want to kill me with your own hands now? Isn't it? After Luo Zhaoyang coughed twice, he grabbed Zheng Xue's hand, and then stared at Zheng Xue and asked.

And when Luo Zhaoyang was staring at Zheng Xue, he suddenly found that there was a very sudden feeling in Zheng Xue's eyes, and this feeling was something that Wang Meixin had let herself feel.

"You like me? Do you feel sorry for me? Luo Zhaoyang asked in a daze, and he began to wonder if this was his delusion.

Luo Zhaoyang's light question startled Zheng Xue, and at this moment, he quickly pulled back Luo Zhaoyang's grabbed hand like a thief, and the face that was still with tears suddenly flushed.

"Let go, the ghost is going to like you.

Zheng Xue rushed out of the ward quickly, and she didn't know how to face Luo Zhaoyang's undisguised question.

Looking at Zheng Xue's departing figure, Luo Zhaoyang looked at smallpox, and after sighing deeply, he said helplessly: "Grandpa, how many branches and leaves are scattered in this place, and how many leaves are scattered?" ”

With Zheng Xue's departure, Luo Zhaoyang tried to prop up his body, although it was only a slight height, but from such an angle of the entire ward, Luo Zhaoyang finally saw the surroundings here.

Luo Zhaoyang tried hard to recall everything before, when all the memories were played back all the way, he remembered the dragon kiss, thought of his injury, thought of his life danger, he now wanted to know how the dragon kiss was now?

Thinking of this, Luo Zhaoyang immediately pressed the call bell on the bedside, although he had just woken up now, but what he was most willing to hear now was the good news of the dragon kiss.

"Luo Zhaoyang, how are you?"

The door of the ward was pushed open, and the first person to walk in and ask about this sentence was neither a doctor nor a nurse, but Zheng Xue.

"Didn't you run? Why did you come in again? Luo Zhaoyang looked at the worried Zheng Xue who rushed in, and he asked deliberately.

"You don't give me nonsense, what the hell are you uncomfortable there?" Zheng Xue became nervous, and began to nervously check some of the induction instruments inserted in Luo Zhaoyang's body, at this moment she studied all of Luo Zhaoyang's problems like a professional nurse.

"I want to know why I'm here, I want to know how the dragon kiss is, did you get him back."

"Uncle Long......, he ......, he can't be saved." Zheng Xue listened to Luo Zhaoyang's question, and her voice suddenly sobbed again, as if such a thing as crying sadly was their exclusive product for women, and only they could cry.

Hearing Zheng Xue say this, Luo Zhaoyang began to get nervous, because the more the injury like the dragon kiss dragged on, the bigger the problem would be, if he didn't get the person back as soon as possible, it would definitely be more than lucky.

"Why don't you hurry up and save the person back, that pig's head mark will not be humane, and Uncle Long will definitely die in his hands."

Luo Zhaoyang urged Zheng Xue, although Long Kiss had already told him that the account book had been placed in his inconspicuous broken bag, but at this moment he was still concerned about the safety of Long Kiss, after all, he was also a person from Sanxing, and whether he was the boss of Long Kiss or a friend who had trouble with him, he only hoped that Dragon Kiss could be safe.

Zheng Xue didn't pay attention to Luo Zhaoyang's anxiety, and just when Luo Zhaoyang was thinking about scolding, Zheng Xue said lightly: "The person has been brought back, but it's ......."

"He's dead?"

Luo Zhaoyang didn't wait for Zheng Xue to complete the content that followed, he grabbed the topic, and from Zheng Xue's expression and tone, he felt that such a guess was not too much.

Zheng Xue didn't answer, her sadness made her just nod to answer Luo Zhaoyang's words.

"Holy, why is this happening?"

Luo Zhaoyang clenched his fists and said fiercely, if it weren't for the fact that he was tied in many places, he would definitely jump up and scold the pig's head to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

"I remember I crashed into the pig's head car, how did I let you save it?" Luo Zhaoyang once again evoked his memories.

"You crashed into our car, and I can't figure out if you want to die?" Hearing Luo Zhaoyang mention this matter, she is still in panic, if it weren't for the fact that the road was difficult to walk on a rainy day, they were driving slowly, Luo Zhaoyang would have let the car be hit and killed a long time ago.

And it was none other than Zheng Xue himself who killed Luo Zhaoyang, so at this point, Zheng Xue is still blaming herself for that incident.

"I crashed into your car, and you came to pick me up?" Luo Zhaoyang listened to Zheng Xue's words, his mouth opened wide, big enough to swallow a duck egg in one bite.

Zheng Xue's answer made Luo Zhaoyang even more incomprehensible, he clearly remembered that the car was coming for them, and he couldn't understand why the pig head mark threw himself in such a barren mountain and wilderness, why he didn't kill himself directly, and did so many things.

"That's right, it was the director who received an anonymous message saying that you were there, and we didn't believe it at first, and we just tried our luck when we went, but we didn't expect you to crash into the car yourself.

Zheng Xue didn't understand why Luo Zhaoyang behaved like this, but when she saw the dragon kiss, she seemed to understand that the reason why she did it was entirely because of the dragon kiss.

In Zheng Xue's words, Luo Zhaoyang didn't care about these lucks, because he had a lot of such luck before; Even if he had such luck, he could only talk about the things of the past when he was old, and at this moment he wanted to know who the so-called anonymous letter came from, why he asked for himself, and what was his purpose?

A series of questions began to surge in Luo Zhaoyang's heart again, making his mood suddenly become nervous again.