Chapter 133: It's Just She Doesn't Know

Seeing this scene, Su Qi took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down his whole body, and regardless of the blood stains in the room, he stepped forward: "Grandpa.. You, what's going on with you. ”

Originally... Grandpa is also able to leave from his side at any time.

My heart ached slightly.

Although her grandfather has not been very good to her for more than ten years, she has always regarded her grandfather as an omnipotent person, and even thought that he would never leave her side at all.

"Smack..."

The bookshelf shook violently, and suddenly an old photo album fell out of it.

When it fell from above, the album had already spread out, and the scattered photos inside also fell to the ground, and suddenly, Su Qi's whole body was like being struck by lightning, these photos, she was no stranger to at all.

From milk dolls, to one year old, two years old.

Elementary, middle, high school.

From childhood to step-by-step growth, this album is completely recorded, and every photo in it is her, at different times, in different places, there are photos of her in the cradle chair when she was a child.

There are also photos of her sitting in class, and even...

Even the photos of her going to eat at a roadside stall are here, and before she knew it, tears filled her eyes. It's not that Grandpa didn't care about her, but he didn't express it at all.

It's not that Grandpa didn't find out that she went to eat at a roadside stall, but he didn't exit it.

The old photo album seems to be some years old, and even the leather seal on the outside has faded and whitened slightly.

Tears slowly slid down his eyes.

It turned out that grandpa didn't care about herself, but she never knew it, at this moment, her heart hurt violently, and she wiped the tears on her face with her hand: "Grandpa, how are you, are you okay?" ”

Old Man Su is lying in the corner of the room now, not only are there so many handprints in the whole room, but even his body is full of bloodstained handprints.

"Grandpa."

Su Qi stretched out his hand and gently shook his body, his body was full of blood marks, as if he had been scratched out by something.

I can't stop bleeding out.

Old Man Su was still in a coma, and there was no trace of waking up.

A piercing sound sounded, and the vase on the side was suddenly shattered, but he only heard the sound, and saw no one, and could only vaguely see a black figure, but Su Qi didn't care about this scene at all.

A heart is on Su Lao's body on the ground.

Fan Mo's dark eyes looked around the room, his wrist moved lightly, and suddenly this room was set up with an enchantment, and the momentum around him seemed to shock this thing in the room, and he suddenly stopped making any movement.

"Grandpa, wake up, I'm Qiqi!"

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

The body lying on the ground suddenly coughed violently, and suddenly, a trace of blood flowed from the corners of Su Lao's mouth, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the old man's eyes were still not less majestic at all.

Even at this time, he still frowned, did not exhale in pain at all, endured the pain on his body, and wanted to get up from the ground: "I'm fine." ”

His whole body was still dripping with blood, and he could barely stand up now.

Even if you hold your hands against the wall, you still can't stand on your body at all.