Bang bang bang!

"Zhou Pan, are you at home?"

No one?

Bang bang bang!

"Zhou Pan, are you at home?"

Still not moving?

Song Zheng put his ear to the door, trying to hear the movement inside the house, but he couldn't hear anything. Bayi Chinese.com ≥≤≤.≥8≈1≥Z≈≠.≥C≥O≠M≠

"Grass, forget about the dungeon house with good sound insulation!"

Song Zheng looked at both sides of the gate, and just happened to see someone coming out of the house next door.

"Have you seen Zhou Pan go out lately?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and now it was Song Zheng, and said in surprise: "President, you came to find Zhou Pan, it seems that he has never been out at home, and he has not seen him recently." ”

"Well, thank you. ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome, you're busy. ”

The man left, but Song Zheng was worried.

If Zhou Pan never went out after coming back, it would really become a problem.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about violating **, and directly turned on his perception and looked inside the house.

Perception penetrates the door and enters the interior of the house.

There was no on the first floor, there was no corridor on the second floor, there was no first bedroom, there was no second bedroom, only the bathroom and the last bedroom remained.

There are no toilets.

"It's here, it scares me!"

Song Zheng finally found Zhou Pan in the last bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon he was relieved of that breath!

"This kid doesn't look right. Sitting cross-legged on the bed is nothing, why is his face pale, there are dark circles under his eyes, and his chubby cheeks are also drooping, it can't be a problem with absorbing the inheritance!"

Song Zheng was in a hurry, thinking that he had to go in and see what was going on.

Looking up at the bedroom window, it was tightly closed, the curtains were drawn, and there were burglar-proof guardrails outside.

"Then it's better to break into the door directly!"

Thinking of this, Song Zheng took two steps back, raised his foot and kicked towards the gate.

Boom!

The door shook and was not kicked open.

Again!

Step back and raise your feet.

Boom!

The door was finally kicked open.

A neighbor nearby was alarmed, and when he came out, he saw that the president kicked away the Zhou Pan family, and they didn't know why they were watching there.

Song Zheng shouted at them, "Go and call Doctor Zhou!"

Neighbors rushed to call for help and ambulance personnel.

About five minutes later, the ambulance personnel at the base, under the leadership of Zhou Jianming, rode over on an ant beast and appeared in front of the gate of Zhou Pan's house.

But they couldn't get in.

The whole house was shrouded in a golden light, excluding all outsiders from entering, Zhou Jianming eagerly took the magic stone rifle and fired two shots, but it had no effect, the golden light completely absorbed the energy of the magic stone, and the magic energy wrapped when the bullet was bounced away was gone.

Besides, before the medical team appeared, after Song Zheng entered the room.

"Zhou Pan, Zhou Pan, how are you?" shouted Zhou Pan's name as he ran upstairs, hoping for a response.

Perception is always on, watching Zhou Pan's every move.

It's a pity that there was no response to the voice, Zhou Pan still sat cross-legged on the bed motionless as before, his face was white, his lips were blue, there were dark circles under his eyes, and there was no life on his body.

Wow.

After a few steps, he reached the upstairs, kicked the innermost bedroom room open, and Song Zheng broke in.

The first thing to do is to put your hand on Zhou Pan's neck. After waiting for a while, I felt the beating under my fingers, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay, there's a pulse!"

Song Zheng grabbed Zhou Pan's shoulder and shook it.

"Zhou Pan, wake up, what's wrong with you?"

Shake it, and it's a bad thing.

Zhou Pan was as soft as a noodle, and he was paralyzed. The whole person had no bones and seemed to fall to Song Zheng's body.

Song Zheng was shocked, and hurriedly helped Zhou Pan and let him lie on the bed.

"What can I do about this?" Seeing that Zhou Pan was still unconscious lying on the bed, Song Zheng walked back and forth eight times in a hurry.

"Anyway, try it with healing food and recovery food. Before the doctor arrived, he couldn't do nothing, so Song Zheng hurriedly ordered the iron pot to make healing food and recovery food.

[Ding! Consume one part of the soul fire of the primary general ingredient, and produce a piece of bitter gourd cold cake to produce healing food!]

[Ding!Consume one portion of the soul fire of the primary general ingredient, and one portion of millet porridge for the production of recovery food is completed!]

Song Zheng considered that Zhou Pan was in a coma and it was inconvenient to eat, so he specially made the recovery food into the form of millet porridge.

Pry open Zhou Pan's mouth, first pour him bitter gourd cold cake, stir it with a chopstick, lift Zhou Pan's upper body, brush Zhou Pan's back, and finally give him healing food.

Don't feed recovery food first, and see if the healing food has any effect.

The perception circled around the inside and outside of the body, and there was no change now.

However, there is a moment, it is that the energy in Zhou Pan's body and the golden sword inherited by the Sword Master have begun to merge, almost one-tenth of the golden sword has been digested, and his energy has turned white with a slight golden color.

"It seems that there has been a lot of progress, but it's too stupid to make yourself like this for the sake of this progress, is it because you are too radical when you cultivate?" Song Zheng thought to himself.

A minute passed, and Zhou Pan showed no signs of improvement, so Song Zheng hurriedly picked up the recovery food, that is, the bowl of thick millet porridge, and poured it down on Zhou Pan.

Knock knock!

Song Zheng was pleasantly surprised, although his eyes were still closed, his throat was subconsciously moving when he drank porridge. Compared to when I ate bitter gourd cold cake just now, there is an improvement.

Immediately, he was overjoyed, and poured the whole bowl of millet porridge into him in one go.

Then the perception immediately appeared, and the energy in Zhou Pan's body became active.

"Could it be a sign that you're about to wake up?" he looked at Zhou Pan in surprise.

First his lips squirmed, then he slowly opened his eyes.

"I ...... Hungry ......"

Hungry?

Really?

Is this decay hungry?

Song Zheng suspected that he had heard a fake voice.

"Eat...... Hungry ......"

The weak voice came out of Zhou Pan's throat again.

Song Zheng was finally sure that he had heard correctly, although the truth was a little difficult for him to accept.

"Produce recovery food!"

[Ding!Ten parts of the soul fire of the primary general ingredient are consumed, and ten parts of millet porridge for the recovery food are completed!]

Ten large bowls appeared on the bedside table around the perimeter. There is a thick golden millet porridge inside, and a layer of porridge oil floats on the top, which is fragrant, not to mention how tempting.

The weak Zhou Pan obviously smelled the fragrance, and even reached out to grab it tremblingly.

Song Zheng hurriedly knocked his hand off, picked up a bowl, and brought the mouth of the bowl to his mouth.

"Don't move, just lie down and drink. ”

The big bowl plus millet porridge is not light, just Zhou Pan's weak appearance now, the bowl must not move, of course Song Zheng can't let Zhou Pan do it himself.

Snoring, millet porridge belly.