"Hmm." An immature child's voice sounded, and then a ray of golden light instantly shot out from the palm of Su Zicheng's hand and hit the leg of the man who was stuck.

Su Zicheng put his hand down, Xiao Xin, as a spirit body, would not be seen by normal humans no matter what state he was, and at this time, Zhang Ziyu's position could not see this light at all.

The young man lying on the window suddenly felt that the place where the man's leg was stuck in the car seemed to be a little loose, and he hurriedly said to Zhang Ziyu: "It seems that I can move, this side is looser, and my hand can go in." ”

"Well, then you can try again and see if you can lift his leg up a little so I can get him out." Zhang Ziyu leaned in, looked at the man's legs, and felt that there should be a drama this time.

"Wait, I'm in a bit awkward in this position, I can't use my hands." The young man tried several times with both hands, but he still couldn't lift the man's leg completely, so he simply buried half of his body in it and lay on the man's lap, "You wait." ”

The space in the car was not spacious, but the car was hit by a telephone pole at this time, and the space in the car became even narrower.

He took two steps back, his body and head retreated from the car, and then he put his hands in and stuck them under the man's armpits, probing little by little, and suddenly felt that the man's body in the car seemed to move.

"It's okay, you pull it out, I'm carrying his legs." The young man spoke.

Hearing the young man say this, Zhang Ziyu hugged the man out with all his might, and the two of them slid down the hood of the car and fell to the ground.

Zhang Ziyu accidentally knocked his head on the edge of the green belt, and suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous, and if he knocked like this a few times, he was afraid that he would have a concussion. He thought to himself, clutching his head and grinning with a pain.

"It's okay, Xiaoxin." Su Zicheng whispered, and then the light shining on the car disappeared and returned to his hand.

"Brother Zicheng, hey, hey, hey." A childish child's voice rang out again.

Su Zicheng looked at the golden light in his palm that had not disappeared, and smiled slightly, "What's wrong Xiaoxin, what are you laughing at?" ”

"Brother Zicheng, you won't blame me—" Xiaoxin said coquettishly.

"What do you blame?" Su Zicheng looked confused, and didn't understand why Xiaoxin said this.

"Sister Xue said, when we encounter difficulties with others, we must help them!" Xiaoxin said in a firm tone.

"Yes, your sister Xue said so, why do you think about this stubble?" Su Zicheng was a little curious.

"Hey, hey, hey, then Brother Zicheng won't blame me!" Xiaoxin smiled hesitantly.

Su Zicheng smiled slightly, his expression was a little complicated, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"I'm leaving, Brother Zicheng." After that, Xiaoxin disappeared, leaving Su Zicheng who was still standing in place with a confused face.

"This guy." Su Zicheng shook his head, no longer caring about Xiaoxin, but walked to Zhang Ziyu's side.

He looked at Zhang Ziyu, who was covering his head in front of him, squatted beside him, and asked; "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Head, head knocked again." Zhang Ziyu's expression was a little painful, as if he had thought of something, and then said, "Let's see how that person is doing first." ”

Su Zicheng turned around, looked at the injured driver beside him, put his hand on the base of his neck, and after a long time, he frowned.

"How's he doing?" Zhang Ziyu looked at Su Zicheng's expression and felt a little bad.

Su Zicheng sighed and said, "Uh...... Lost his breath. ”