Gu Sanning returned to the space in a trance, his hands covering his chest, the pain seemed to be still there, and the breath of death lingered.

"Spicy Chicken Player, you... Are you okay? Boogie spoke cautiously.

Where can it be imagined, it is just a dozing effort, and the player faces death.

Gu Sanning calmed down and asked, "Am I dead?" ”

When she was taken away by the gang, she looked up the death plot points, and the display on it remained the same.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have died here.

Boogie flipped through the plot and laughed dryly, "Yes......"

Gu Sanning frowned, "What about Song Ciyu?" ”

"Sangsang baby, I don't think it's better for you to know." Boogie changed his name with great flattery.

"You want to settle accounts with you now?" Gu Sanning half-narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at a certain direction.

It was the system's obligation to downgrade all aspects of death, and because of its dereliction of duty, she faced the pain and despair of death again.

Boogie, who was behind that position, was nervous, constantly reassuring himself that it was a coincidence, how could the Spicy Chicken player know where it was hiding......

Illusion! It must be an illusion!

"Huh?"

"Show you, can't you show you? Ferocious! Who's your cutie? Boogie shattered his thoughts and brought up a picture projected in mid-air.

Gu Sanning saw Song Ciyu dragging a pair of blood-soaked legs, crawling to her side, holding the large amount of blood gushing out of her chest in a panic, her voice trembling with infinite panic calling her name.

Not long after, Ji Shiheng broke in with a group of police officers.

This is where the picture comes to an abrupt end.

The vast space fell into a deathly silence, as if no one existed.

After a long time, Gu Sanning spoke: "Is his leg gone?" ”

Boogie shook his body, mom, the spicy chicken player is too godly, where did he figure out that Song Ciyu's legs are gone?

The silence of the system gives the exact answer.

"What about the rest of the plot?" Gu Sanning asked.

"Sangsang baby, we don't think there's any need to ...... this thing."

"If you don't have to, let's settle the score, right?"

……

Song Ciyu woke up on the third day of surgery, and did not react much when he learned that the bullet had broken two-thirds of the nerves in his leg and foot, and that he might have to live in a wheelchair after recovery.

On the contrary, after asking about Song Sangsang's situation, he came to the intensive care unit despite dissuasion.

At this time, she was lying on the hospital bed wrapped in thick gauze, with a respirator on her mouth and nose, and a needle on her bare arm for infusion.

Sitting next to the bed was Jiang's mother, who was much more haggard than before.

"The patient is in hemorrhagic shock, and long-term involuntary may be in danger of life, so it is recommended that family members talk to the patient more often to stimulate the patient's brain as much as possible."

The doctor who accompanied Song Ciyu gave advice.

Jiang's mother wept, reached out and touched the top of her daughter's hair, and called out in a choked voice: "Sangsang." ”

"Don't scare Mom, okay?"

"It's not good for Mom to leave you here alone."

"You get up, will Mom take you home?"

"Mom, I'm sorry for you......"

As she spoke, Mother Jiang finally couldn't hold back and held Song Sangsang's hand and cried bitterly.

Song Ciyu watched from the side, without speaking, and without the intention of comforting her.

Sitting quietly, no one knew what he was thinking.

But it is gratuitous, giving people a very sad feeling.