Wen Xiang lowered her head seriously and carefully examined Zhu Dafu's round body.

His breath was steady, his pulse was strong, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, as if he was dreaming.

It doesn't look like a man who is about to die.

The corners of Wenxiang's mouth twitched, and she couldn't hold back the smile that overflowed her lips.

She had seen the fat man with her own eyes, but she was stunned by the glance of their team leader.

Wen Xiang turned his head sideways and saw Lu Qianzhe looking at him with a "nervous" face.

She couldn't help but smile and comfort:

"Your friend is fine, just get some sleep."

Then, she turned her head to look at the group leader who made them calm and composed, and the person who would also be in a mess.

The man's forehead was white, revealing the same beauty tip as their leader.

The slender phoenix eyes were tightly closed, leaving two thick eyelashes, and the facial features were really handsome and abnormal.

Smelling the fragrance, I couldn't help but snort.

These similar eyebrows and eyes make people recognize the relationship between the two at a glance.

After Wen Xiang secretly admired and sighed, he looked down at Lin Yincheng's wound.

The expression on her face went from amazed to skeptical, and it only took a second for her life.

The torn wound on Lin Yincheng's shoulder was actually repairing itself.

Silky flesh trembled and wriggled like small worms, faintly visible.

This is simply beyond the medical knowledge she has studied.

How can the speed of human recovery be so fast?

Zhong Lingxin frowned, took off his jacket and covered Lin Yincheng's body.

Her eyes moved, and she silently covered his wounds, and spoke flatly:

"He's fine, just unconscious."

A hint of clarity flashed in Wen Xiang's eyes, and he didn't look at it closely.

Song Sizhao didn't speak when he heard this, but just snorted sarcastically.

Lu Qianzhe only then realized that there was a person standing behind him.

Hearing this familiar cold snort, he froze.

Every time I saw that person, I was as frightened as a mouse seeing a cat, and I didn't dare to move.

Lu Qianzhe secretly prayed that it would not be the female devil who came.

Like a stiff robot, he slowly turned his head.

Under the light golden afterglow, a handsome face that was difficult to distinguish between male and female suddenly looked at Lu Qianzhe.

His shadow was completely covered by her tall figure.

In the half-light and half-darkness, a strong sense of oppression came towards him.

How did she really get to this place where birds don't?

Did you come to the boss?

Thinking of Lin Yincheng, who was unconscious in his arms, Lu Qianzhe's body trembled again as if he had been electrocuted.

He subconsciously lowered his head, avoiding Song Sizhao's gaze.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's mouth pursed slightly, and he silently looked at the lawsuit between the two people.

Song Sizhao's attitude towards her became a little yin and yang, with a faint hint of hostility.

Looking back at himself, his eyes were full of resentment and condemnation.

It's as if he's done something heinous.

But apart from "different ways and no conspiracy", they don't seem to offend her?

The air fell into a suffocating silence.

Lu Qianzhe pretended to be calm and coughed lightly, looked at Song Sizhao with a flattering face, and said with a hippie smile at her:

"Eldest sister, what kind of wind blew you here?"

Song Sizhao glanced at Zhong Lingxin with a sneer.

She scoffed, noncommittal.

Lu Qianzhe secretly complained in his heart, his mouth opened slightly, but he was speechless for a while.

He wanted to say something, but the sneer brought back to his throat.

Song Sizhao glanced at them coldly, and his gaze paused on someone who was unconscious.

The corners of her mouth twitched, the surface was calm, but her heart was already turbulent.

Her younger brother, if he doesn't make a sound, it's just a blockbuster!

Now the wings are stiff, and the world has evaporated silently.

It has caused her to worry about not eating well and sleeping well these days.

He was dashing and chic, and he easily lived with his sweetheart.

After Song Sizhao's throat rolled up and down, a sullen breath blocked his chest, and he couldn't go up or down.

Or her family is well-behaved, soft and cute, and she will be coquettish.

It's like that lump of ice, hard and cold, indifferent to anyone.

Song Sizhao thought of this, and she glanced at Zhong Lingxin, who was also cold.

Song Sizhao suddenly pulled out a smile with unknown meaning.

The little guilt she had pressed in her heart before was also blown away by the wind.

Song Sizhao felt that in front of Zhong Lingxin, his legs were not weak, and his waist was straight.

The whole person is like a victorious rooster, with great momentum.

Zhong Lingxin saw that she was angry and laughing at herself, and she was also confused.

Haven't you heard of this guy having a nervous disorder? Is this forgetting to take your medicine?

Lu Qianzhe's eyes wandered between these two people for a while, and he was instantly blessed with his heart.

It turned out that this eldest sister was not looking for them, but for Zhong Lingxin.

Lu Qianzhe's heart sank suddenly, and he had a bad premonition.

Their boss seems to have sold all his possessions and is homeless.

Song Sizhao wouldn't think that Zhong Lingxin had abducted his boss.

Lu Qianzhe looked at Zhong Lingxin with a look of ignorance, and couldn't help but remind her.

Lu Qianzhe looked at Lin Yincheng, who was unconscious in his arms, and snuggled his chin.

He alluded to Song Sizhao again.

Secretly made a silent lip shape to Zhong Lingxin.

In the end, he squeezed his eyes ambiguously and gave her a look of self-begging.

Zhong Lingxin caught a glimpse of Lu Qianzhe constantly squeezing his eyebrows at him, wanting to say something.

Zhong Lingxin was sure that his eyes were good enough to see the mosquito's wings clearly because of his cultivation.

She could see those two words clearly.

Sister.

Lin Yincheng's sister?

Zhong Lingxin's heart was slightly stunned, and he looked at Song Sizhao's eyes with a touch of brilliance.

Not to mention, at first glance, the two do have a bit of similarity.

However, one of the two is surnamed Lin and the other is surnamed Song.

She really didn't think that they were sisters and brothers.

Fate is really wonderful.

It's all about it.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's mouth were slightly hooked, and she smiled as if she didn't have any, looking at the heroine in front of her who had a lot to do with her.

If only I could get her on the boat.

Zhong Lingxin's eyes revealed something indescribable, which made Song Sizhao frown.

She lifted her chin uncomfortably, and lowered her eyes to look at Zhong Lingxin.

For a while, the four eyes were facing each other, and the birds were silent.

Lu Qianzhe looked at the Shura field between the eyes of the two and wiped the cold sweat on his head.

The ancestor is right, thirty-six plans, go for the top plan.

He knew the time to pull and smell the incense, and prepared to retreat strategically with the wounded.

Wen Xiang, who was watching the play on the side, was stunned for a moment, and looked at his team leader fixedly.

Song Sizhao nodded almost invisibly, smelled the fragrance and picked up Zhu Dafu, who was unconscious, and walked in front of Lu Qianzhe.

Lu Qianzhe stared at it in a daze, smelled the fragrance, and put the two-hundred-pound fat man on his shoulder.

Her relaxed appearance seemed to be just a leisurely bag in her hand.

Lu Qianzhe stared at the slender wrist and gasped.

He originally wanted to communicate his feelings with this beautiful young lady alone.

The scene in front of him made the little Jiujiu in Lu Qianzhe's heart completely cold.

Are all the girls now so fierce and fierce?

Only Zhong Lingxin and Song Sizhao were left in the clearing, staring at each other with big eyes.

The eyes of the two crackled and sparks flew in all directions.