Chapter 220: Luo Zijin's face of defeat fiasco
Elbe's heart ached, and he stared blankly at Luo Zijin's gray hanging head, without a trace of anger, like a marionette controlled by someone.
The heavy door closed behind them, and the voice was dull.
Luo Zijin leaned against the side of the iron gate, without a trace of consciousness, and didn't even know where he was, but he heard someone calling his name in a daze.
The sound was crisp, like a branch that had just been stained with a little snow, and it was crisp and crisp in my ears.
The wind grew louder and louder, and the raindrops fell from the pavement. Elbe struggled to help Luo Zijin up, and just wanted to pull his arm, but the whole person was pulled to his knees by him.
No way...... If this continues, neither of them will be able to leave.
She simply had no way to bring Lhotse over!
Elbe looked at the increasingly gloomy and miserable sky, and within five minutes, the faint sound of thunder came from afar, like a trapped beast, approaching fiercely.
Luo Zijin's whole body was cold, the whiplash wounds and gunshot wounds all over his body were already painful and unconscious, the whole figure was thrown in the air, the phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and even the pulse was faintly about to disappear.
When he thought his soul had been freed from his body and was floating in mid-air.
But the side of his mouth suddenly became warm, and the fishy sweet and warm liquid gently slid down his throat, like a beam of light shining in the darkness.
Elbe's face turned pale, clenching his palms tightly, watching as the bright red blood fell down one by one and fell on Luo Zijin's lips.
The corners of the lips were dry and skinny, dyed with bright red blood beads, and its strong visual impact, which was demonic and defeated.
She thought that Lhotse would be in a bad state!
I didn't think it would be so bad!
The whole person was completely lifeless, leaning against the side of the iron door, and his breathing was suddenly weak.
Luo Zijin struggled to open his eyes as he struggled to open his eyes as the size of a bean began to slide down from the sky, and soon became a dense net, and the strange gray mist of the sea rose with the raindrops.
Through the rain curtain, he saw the man half-kneeling in front of him, his face pale as a ghost, his hair dripping against his cheeks, and his elk-like eyes staring at him worriedly.
That's - Elbe?!
Luo Zifeng's eyes were clear for a moment, the fishy sweet metal taste at the corners of his mouth had not subsided, and his eyes swept to Yibei's clenched right hand, and the blood beads fell down drop by drop.
Elbe is in - feed him blood!
Luo Zijin woke up in a moment, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he opened Yibe's wrist, and the whole person was rushed backwards.
"Lhotse!"
Elbe's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly held his shoulder, "How is it, are you awake?" Can you walk? ”
Luo Zijin was not very clear, his pupils were slightly out of focus, and he vaguely knew that he had left the dungeon, and the cold rain poured straight down his neck on his clothes.
"Pineapple crisp!"
Elbe reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag that had been crushed to shreds. Elk-like eyes lit up.
The last time the little bib left, I stuffed it into her arms, and I forgot to take it out when I went back
The palms of his hands hurt a little, the rain kept washing the wounds in his palms, and the pineapple crisp bag was very slippery, and Elbe tore it three times before it could be torn open.
"Quick, you eat a little first"
Elbe's heart was sour, and he tried hard to help Luo Zijin cover the raindrops. Little by little, feed it to his mouth.
The picture he saw when he was just reborn flashed through his mind, he was wearing a white suit, spotless, and quietly drinking milk at Gu Nancheng's banquet.