beauties please stay

This burning, burning is really a bit strange.

It stands to reason that with Zhao Gangjun's physical strength, he shouldn't have a fever.

But Zhao Gangjun did have a fever, and since childhood, Zhao Gangjun often had a cold and fever.

Zhao Gangjun didn't know why, and Zhao Gangjun's father didn't know why, so he invited many famous doctors, and even some old Taoist priests and monks from deep mountains and old forests to do it. Zhao Gangjun's frequent colds and fevers have never been resolved. .

40 degrees.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Gangjun successfully burned to [-] degrees.

Zhao Gangjun has been burnt to a daze.

"Go to the hospital!"

Huang Lingling said pleadingly.

Zhao Gangjun shook his head slightly.

"Why don't you go to the hospital!?"

Huang Lingling anxiously said with doubts, "If you keep burning like this, you will be stupid."

"No."

Zhao Gangjun shook his head.

He doesn't like hospitals.

I really don't like it very much, especially when I am in the hospital.

Zhao Gangjun saw a lot of those comrades in the Hunter School who turned into cold corpses not long after they were sent to the hospital.

Zhao Gangjun felt that the hospital was a place to kill people.

Save people, kill people.

In fact, there is no difference in essence.

This is what Zhao Gangjun thinks.

That rainy night, the first sentence she said to herself, appeared in Zhao Gangjun's mind.

"What do you think is the purpose of learning martial arts?"

At that time, Zhao Gangjun pretended to be trying to kill people.

Then she said another sentence, "What is murder?"

What Zhao Gangjun answered at that time, now Zhao Gangjun is in a daze and has forgotten, but Zhao Gangjun still remembers that from that day on, he became a martial arts prodigy, and then he knew everything.

As for what happened that night, Zhao Gangjun also forgot.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have caught a cold too.

It seems that I also have a fever.

41 degrees.

When the thermometer reached this temperature, Huang Lingling finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Huang Lingling hugged Zhao Gangjun who was on the bed, and there was a lot of strength hidden in that seemingly delicate body.

Guo Furong went out tonight, Zhao Gangjun and Huang Lingling were the only ones at home.

Huang Lingling hugged Zhao Gangjun's chest with both hands, allowing Zhao Gangjun to stand for a while.

Although Zhao Gangjun was in a daze at this moment, he could vaguely hear Huang Lingling's words, and then stood there for a while with what little will he had.

Then Huang Lingling quickly walked up to Zhao Gangjun, and carried Zhao Gangjun on her back.

Zhao Gangjun put his hand on Huang Lingling's shoulder, and his arm naturally drooped, pressing on Huang Lingling's chest.

Huang Lingling's pretty face flushed slightly, but she didn't pay attention to Zhao Gangjun's hands. Instead, she put her hands behind her back, lifted Zhao Gangjun's body up, and carried Zhao Gangjun's whole body on her back.

Zhao Gangjun shook his body, as if he was afraid that he would fall from the side, Zhao Gangjun dazedly grabbed two things that he thought could control his body balance. <, Huang Lingling gritted her teeth, didn't speak, and didn't bother, but just walked out of the house with Zhao Gangjun on her back.

boom.

A thunderstorm.

The whole building suddenly went dark.

power cut.

A power outage meant the lifts didn't work, which meant the lights on the stairs wouldn't work either.

Looking around, it was pitch black.

"It's so dark!"

Huang Lingling trembled slightly. She was not a very bold person. Because of the shadow she had when she was a child, Huang Lingling was particularly afraid of this kind of empty darkness. The entire stairwell was dark, and the sound of walking seemed to echo in the stairwell.

call!

Huang Lingling let out a long breath, put one hand on the railing of the stairs, and walked down slowly.

The stairs are very dark.

Huang Lingling could only grope step by step, and the person on her back was heavy.

Zhao Gangjun weighed more than 100 kilograms, far stronger than his father.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Zhao Gangjun coughed, and this cough made Huang Lingling's body tremble, and then her ankle sprained.

"what!"

Huang Lingling let out a cry of pain and was about to fall down.

Snapped.

A crisp sound.

Huang Lingling held onto the railing tightly with one hand to prevent her body from falling down.

"what!"

There was another low exclamation, because of the sudden tilt of his body, Zhao Gangjun's hands contracted unconsciously. Those hands were very big, and they tightly grasped Huang Lingling's chest, even hurting Huang Lingling.

"Steel."

Huang Lingling seemed to want to make Zhao Gangjun relax, but Zhao Gangjun was so burned that he couldn't hear Huang Lingling's words.

Seeing that Zhao Gangjun didn't respond, Huang Lingling didn't speak any more, but raised her twisted foot, shook it, and stepped on the ground again.

"Ouch."

Huang Lingling frowned.

This twisted feeling is very uncomfortable, and that kind of pain cannot be eliminated in a short time.

Huang Lingling gritted her teeth, her legs trembling slightly, she walked down step by step, and Huang Lingling's face was already dripping with sweat.

Dou Da's sweat trickled down Huang Lingling's chin, dripped on Zhao Gangjun's hands, and fell to the ground.

It was dark and nothing could be seen.

The seven-story building is like the seventh heaven.

It took Huang Lingling 10 minutes to get downstairs.

Huang Lingling was only wearing a pair of shorts at home, and a T-shirt on her upper body. When the wind blew, it brought a burst of chill.

Huang Lingling wore sandals on her feet, and her left ankle was already red and swollen.

Strong wind, torrential rain.

The car is parked in the garage.

Gritting her teeth, Huang Lingling lowered Zhao Gangjun's body and made him sit against the stairs.

Zhao Gangjun leaned against the wall beside the stairs as if he had no strength at all.

Huang Lingling let out a long breath and touched her chest.

There was a burst of pain in the chest.

After only resting for more than ten seconds, Huang Lingling took an umbrella from her waist and rushed to the garage not far away.

The wind was strong and the rain was very fast.

A small umbrella can't block anything at all.

Huang Lingling's body was quickly wet.When the wind blows, it feels even colder.

Huang Lingling got into the car dressed roughly, then started the car, drove the car to the stairs downstairs of her house, got out of the car, picked up Zhao Gangjun, and sent it to the back of the car, and then returned to the driver's seat by herself. He drove the little Alto to the hospital.

wow.

A thunderbolt pierced the sky.

On such a rainy night, Alto's lights seemed so insignificant.

Even if you are more than ten or 20 meters away, you can only vaguely see two yellow dots. < VIP support. .It's okay if you don't show up, but when you show up, you run to the immortals, bunker. )