Bent down and hugged Lin Susha into her arms steadily, but it was difficult to control her scattered uncontrollably, Jian Qing did not waver, and walked past Jing Mohao.

"Need help?" Jing Mohao spoke solemnly.

Jian Qing's footsteps paused slightly, and said in a low voice, "My second uncle may be in danger." ”

Jing Mohao glanced at him deeply, "Got it, I'll arrange it." ”

Jian Qing didn't speak again, and went straight to the helicopter's firm footprints, leaving only a resolute back.

Jing Mohao watched him walk away step by step, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the tip of his somewhat itchy nose.

Damn, even this guy has opened up, Luoxi, where are you running for me!

He shook his hair, got into the helicopter, and turned back.

Along the way, Jian Qing hugged Lin Susha to the death, and the two of them sat on the helicopter covered in blood, which was particularly heroic.

Jian Qing reached out to test Lin Susha's pulse every half minute to ensure that the blood on her body did not cool down.

The five organs were shattered, he reassembled her, the memory was gone, he refilled her, and the blood was gone, and he reshaped her.

As long as he gives him a breath of breath, he will desperately save her back.

Until the plane landed, Jian Qing didn't say a word, and Jing Mohao also parked the helicopter on the top floor of the hospital very cooperatively.

Jian Qing got off the plane and quickly arranged Lin Susha to the operating room, and before she even had time to wash her face, she plunged into the operating room.

In the next two months, I searched all the hospitals under Jian Qing's name, but I couldn't find his figure.

Jing Mohao simply didn't care about him anymore, just thought he was crazy.

In this life, who has not gone crazy once.

Now that he's alone, it's time to bring back the stupid woman.

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Phantom Cloud Castle.

No one knows where this vast castle is, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the castle is like a huge labyrinth.

The lengthy corridors are long, and each door is the same, with no number or marking.

If anyone can guarantee that they will not pass through the same door repeatedly during a single trip, then their sense of direction and memory can be said to be very rare.

And for Luoxi, who is pregnant, it can be said that it is difficult to go to the sky.

Although the scenery in each room is slightly different, walking through a long corridor, my mind is basically a mess.

Coupled with the complexity of the road, there was no way for her to make out the way.

What's even worse is that since she was put into this ghost place, the person who appeared in front of her was either Jing Mohao's face or Jing Nianxi's face.

Not only are the faces exactly the same, but even the tall, short, fat and thin are basically the same, but these familiar faces are all the same stiffness and indifference.

There is no expression, and he walks with pride.

At first, she thought that what she saw was just a vision, but who knew that when she reached out and touched those strange people, she would get a response from them.

Although it was only one or two cold lines of dialogue, the solid touch between her fingers told her very accurately that none of these people were fake.

But she is only pregnant, not delirious, these people are obviously not the real Jing Mohao and entangled, the reason why she sees the faces of the two of them is because she loves them deeply in her heart, and she is born from her heart, so she is like this.

This is probably also an illusion created by the Phantom Cloud Brake, right?