Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 257 A Standing Ticket

Something seemed to have happened to Nanyi, he could hear the sound of people rolling down, but after he anxiously called out the person's name, there was no sound at all.

The heart sank violently, and the familiar fear spread at an extremely fast speed again.

It's the extreme panic of being afraid of losing...

"Nanyi, Nanyi" the young man's face faded instantly, and his neat and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were broken.

And standing in the stairwell on the second floor.

Seeing the girl lying in a pool of blood from a top-down angle, Luo Mei's feet were so weak that she leaned against the wall.

"Mu Huaian, you lunatic, this is going to kill you."

The boy next to him just leaned against the wall, staring indifferently at the lifeless girl below, his thin lips slightly raised: "I can't die at this height. Her phone is still on, go and talk to Ning Zhixu."

He... how can he be so calm?

Luo Mei broke out in a cold sweat instantly, soaking through the thin fabric on her back.

Vigorously swallowing the excessive fluid secreted in the throat, the brain was in a state of blankness.

He obviously only said that it would be fine to let her get hurt, and that it would not be life-threatening, but she lost so much blood
Luo Mei was very scared.

His face turned pale with fear.

Seeing her so worthless, Mu Huaian raised his chin and kindly reminded: "If you don't go there, she might really die."

Even if someone died, she couldn't get away with it.

Luo Mei bit her lip and ran down the stairs in a panic.

The girl was lying on the ground, blood gushed out from her head, and the dark red blood flowed to her feet. Luo Mei knelt on the ground with limp legs.

The screen of the mobile phone Nan Yi was holding was broken, but it was not broken.

Over there, the boy called Nan Yi's name over and over again.

Obviously already on the verge of collapse and out of control.

Luo Mei took the phone, her pale lips were trembling: "Ning Ning knows that something happened to Nan Yi, she fell down the stairs and bled a lot"

The eyes of the young man who was already looking for documents quickly turned scarlet.

"Call an ambulance!"

"Ah good." Luo Mei took out her mobile phone with shaking hands and called an ambulance.

After Nanyi's phone flickered a few times, the screen went completely black and couldn't be turned on.

Ning Zhixu was extremely flustered and forced himself to calm down. After he took his wallet and ID, he went out without caring about anything.

He didn't even have time to make a phone call with Chen Ange who hadn't returned all night.

Take a taxi directly to the train station.

He is now beginning to resent why he came to Huacheng. Maybe he can't change anything, but at least it doesn't take two days and two nights to rush to her.

I don't care about any politeness, and I don't care about the various abuses of those who line up.

The boy directly stuffed the money and documents into the ticket window of the train station to ask for a return ticket.

The ticket seller saw that he jumped in line at such a young age, and said sarcastically, "Queue up."

There are many returnees after May Day.

The line in front of each window, including self-service ticket purchases, lined up the entire hall.

Ning Zhixu is impatient and irrational.

His eyes were scarlet, and his appearance was completely broken: "I said to buy a ticket, don't you understand?"

As soon as these words came out, there were more insults and accusations around.

The young man didn't realize it, he couldn't hold anything in his mind except the thought of 'something happened in Nanyi'.

The ticket seller also avoided trouble, swearing at him to check the ticket: "Just one train, no sleeper berth, no hard seat. Wait until tomorrow."

He said and handed him the money and ID card.

The boy threw the card back again: "Standing ticket."

44 hours, two days and two nights standing ticket?

The conductor muttered that he was sick, and finally gave him a ticket as if he was seeing a psychosis, and threw it out angrily.

　Good morning, my cuties.

　　I... I write with a little enthusiasm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)