After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

It is as if a raging Black Death in the Middle Ages collapsed and was reborn on piles of corpses.

The car was crushed and deformed by the impact, Ye Rong turned his head with difficulty to look at Xu Jue on the co-pilot, his eyes were tightly closed, and blood flowed from his forehead along the bridge of his nose to his chin.

Ye Rong's own situation was not optimistic either, his vision was covered by thick blood, and his eyes were glaring red.

He yelled Xu Jue's name angrily. Through the car glass, he could see that the front of the car was already on fire, and the smell of gasoline lingering around his nose was getting stronger. The car might explode at any time.

The car door could no longer be opened, and they were blocked inside.

This scene of life and death is so familiar, the difference is that this time Xu Jue did not run away again, and no one will come to rescue him.

Come to save your own people...

Ye Rong raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face with great difficulty, and remembered in panic that he was not without nostalgia, yes, he hadn't had time to say goodbye to Fu Wenyuan.

The man who gave him a taste of what true love is, I really want to hear his voice for the last time.

He fumbled slowly, fished out a cracked mobile phone from the bottom of the seat, held it up to his eyes and turned it on.

He thought again of the last car accident, before he gave up completely, the calls to Xu Jue that came to no avail, why he was always so impulsive, unable to distinguish the priorities.

Reason told him to call emergency first, but he calmly pressed Fu Wenyuan's name first.

beep - beep -

The phone call that no one answered for a long time was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Ye Rong's face was full of blood and tears.

It's over like this, it's okay, in the next life... See you in the next life...

——I don't have a name, I was born to guard Duyun Mountain, they all call me, Yunshan Lord.

——Staying in spiritual practice and forgetting to return, who is Huayu when you are old.Blaming the son, I am disappointed and forget to return, and the king thinks about me, and I will not be idle.

——You are a mere mortal, why are you greedy for gods and ghosts.

——If you can't ask for it, if you can't let it go, the sins of reincarnation can be eliminated.

"Ye Rong! Ye Rong! Wake up, don't sleep!"

Ye Rong woke up from the endless hallucinations, opened his eyes and looked out the window.

"Ye Rong, live! Live!"

He saw Fu Wenyuan shouting outside the window, and tried his best to open the car door.

The dissipated light in his eyes gathered up little by little, and seeing Fu Wenyuan's burnt hand holding the car door, a sudden strength surged up from nowhere.

He stretched out his arm and grabbed the hard and heavy wood urn, muttering: "Xiao Sheng, help me."

He yelled "Get out of the way" to Fu Wenyuan, and then he held up the box and slammed it against the car window with all his strength, and all the glass that had been cracked into spider webs fell with a clatter.

Ye Rong, who was born to die, was covered in blood but smiled and stretched out his hand to him like the rest of his life.

Although Fu Wenyuan still doesn't remember his past with Ye Rong at this time, love is almost an instinct, before his consciousness even reacted, his body held Ye Rong's hand one step ahead of him.

A trembling from the depths of the soul continued for a long time with the clasped hands.

Suddenly, he could somewhat understand his former self. Ye Rong had an extremely strange and soul-stirring attraction, which would make him fall into it again inadvertently.

After carefully carrying Ye Rong out, he frowned and dragged Xu Jue out.

The ambulance came and carried the dying Xu Jue up.

Ye Rong held the urn in his arms and was unwilling to move, he was afraid that Fu Wenyuan would turn around and leave out of kindness to save others.

The enthusiastic Fu Wenyuan compromised helplessly and got into the ambulance together.

After arriving at the hospital, Xu Jue was sent for first aid, but Ye Rong was carried by Fu Wenyuan all the way to the door of a high-grade ward.

Ye Rong was wondering, Fu Wenyuan pushed the door open.

In the ward, Xie Shan, who was standing in front of the bed, turned around after hearing the sound, revealing the person lying on the bed on one side of his body.

At that moment, Ye Rong even mistakenly thought that his heart had stopped beating, he trembled violently, loosened his fingers, and the urn in his arms fell heavily on the ground.

He covered his mouth and couldn't make a sound, desperately grasping Fu Wenyuan's hand to have a sense of reality, so as not to let himself think that this was just his daydream.

It was not someone else lying on the hospital bed, but Ye Sheng who had died before his eyes.

It was his deep sorrow that stayed up all night, his obsession with depression, and his relatives who had no blood relationship but had already been integrated into his flesh and blood.

Xie Shan explained in a timely manner: "It's Yuan Zhenhong. We had some friendship in the past. He handed him over to me. He only asked for a reason...to spare Xu Li's life."

Xie Shan said, thinking of the dull but persistent man in his mind, he sighed deeply, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in time, because Mr. Ye Sheng was not in ideal condition when he was sent, I'm afraid you will be hit again. He said that he was able to breathe on his own after taking off the oxygen today, but fortunately he has a strong sense of survival, and I believe he will wake up soon."

Ye Rong cried out of breath: "Thank you...Thank you..."

Xie Shan blinked, and smiled standardly, "You don't need to thank me, you should thank Mr., only with his approval can I save people."

Ye Rong looked up at Fu Wenyuan with red eyes, even though he didn't say anything, Fu Wenyuan understood too much emotion in his eyes.

Fu Wenyuan cleared his throat unnaturally: "Be good and do good deeds, just help others, don't take it to heart."

Ye Rong wiped his tears and smiled, holding his hand tightly and never letting go.

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