Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

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Paul was laughing wildly because he had been in a car accident. He could feel the sharp pain in his abdomen, and the sticky blood kept gushing out.

It was the first time for Robbie to use the dry vine given to him by Qian Song. He was so inexperienced that Paul, who was not wearing a seat belt in the car, hit the deformed car seat, and a huge gash was cut in his abdomen.

It is precisely because of his "death-like" attitude that the robbers who were already afraid became even more afraid.

They began to regret, why they kidnapped this outdated magician, and why they drove down this road...

They were not blind, and immediately saw the cause of their car accident - the huge vine, which was abnormal at first glance.

As for this abnormality, they, who had just experienced the zombie wave and clown incident with all the New Yorkers a few days ago, were already numb.

When will the city of New York be normal again?isn't it?

The only thing they pray for now is to survive.

The giant vines swam slowly like a giant python, slowly put the car on the ground, then shrank into a small piece of dry vine, fell to the ground, and was picked up by Robbie Baldwin.

He stepped forward and dragged all the robbers out of the car. When he saw the bloody wound on the "hostage's" abdomen, his pupils shrank and he wanted to slap himself 100 times - he had just slapped himself because of his impulsiveness. How long has it been since 612 people died? Once again, he acted bravely, causing innocent people to be injured.

The scene in front of the court being criticized by the people once again appeared in front of his eyes, especially the "Look, what have you protected?!" placard seemed to shake in front of him again.

Robbie swore to Qian Song that if he was given another chance, he would be a mature hero.

Now, if Qian Song sees this scene, he will be very disappointed, right?

"No! You won't die, you will be fine!" Robbie Baldwin gritted his back molars, looked down at the positioning anklet with the warning light flashing, then tore it off and threw it away. Arrived outside the car.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital!" Robbie said in a low voice. When he found that the "hostage" was unconscious, he quickly started the car and sped towards the hospital.

Violating the prohibition and running out of the community where his home is located, for a person like him who is serving a sentence outside the prison, the sentence must be increased, and directly violently demolishing the positioning ankle ring is even more serious.

Therefore, what he will face next is another prosecution and judgment. If there is no accident, his sentence will be increased for a long time.

But this is too insignificant compared to implicating an innocent person in death again.

Robbie would rather bear the consequences of being punished more than save this man.

........................

The emergency operation was successful, Paul did not lose much blood, was sent to the hospital in time, and the wound was sutured well, so he did not die.

While Robbie breathed a sigh of relief, he was complaining in his heart why no one had come to take him back.

He didn't even think about it, New York is now in chaos, and the order is extremely chaotic. How can there be so many police forces to take care of him in such a timely manner?

Paul opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a strange young man sitting beside the bed.

"Are you awake?" Robbie asked.

Paul was startled because Robbie was so close to him.

"Who are you?" Paul asked, and then his brain hurt, and he immediately recalled the car accident.

He glanced left and right to confirm that he was in the hospital, and sighed with some disappointment - he had been in a car accident, and it felt like his intestines had been scratched, but he was still not dead.

He still wants to die.

"My name is Robbie Baldwin." Robbie introduced himself apologetically, "I'm sorry, you were injured all because of me... I will pay for the medical expenses in full, and if you need any compensation, just tell me."

Paul was injured at the time and didn't notice how the car accident happened, so he naturally assumed that Robbie's car collided with the gangster's car.

"You don't need to pay anything." Paul said. For a person who is determined to die, does it make sense to pay or not?

Robbie looked at Paul's lifeless eyes and thought it was psychological trauma caused by being frightened, and couldn't help but blame himself even more.

"Do you... have any wishes? If possible, I can help." Robbie changed the way of asking.

"Wish...?" Paul's eyes flickered. This seemed to be the only topic that could make him react: "I hope... that my son can come back to me... No, I don't dare to ask for so much. As long as he is safe and sound, I will die with no regrets."

"Okay, then it's agreed, I'll help." Robbie stood up: "Can you tell me your son's name, or can you show me his photo?"

"His name is Pete, and the photo is my phone screen saver." Paul actually didn't have any hope, but he couldn't help but answer the other person's question.

Robbie took a picture of Paul's screen saver with his mobile phone, and then said, "You need to be hospitalized for a few days. In these few days, you can rest here and recuperate. I will help you find your son."

Seeing Robbie's disappearing figure, Paul's mind began to become dizzy again, maybe it was a side effect of the anesthetic, who knows?

In a daze, he recalled the conversation between his son who was under 5 years old and him the day before the divorce:

Pete: "Dad, Mom doesn't know who she's calling again. Mom calls that man 'dear'. Dad, besides you and me, does Mom have any other 'dear'?"

Paul: "...that was just a polite word, kid."

Pete: "They were talking about you. I overheard. Mom and the man said...that you were a joke."

Paul: "Well...that's not your business, kid."

Pete: "Oh, well, but Dad, are you a joke? The word 'joke' seems to mock you?"

Paul: "Oh... your mother didn't mean that, this... oh..."

Pete: "Is the mother a liar? You are obviously not a joke. Why did she lie to the man on the phone and say you are a joke?"

Paul: "...your mother is not a liar of course, but... well, well, sometimes, I think I do seem like a joke...your mother gave everything for you, but I am always playing Magic...perhaps, she's right."

Pete: "So, Dad, are you really a joke?"

Paul: "Oh well, I'm just a joke."

The memories came to an abrupt end, tears overflowed from the corners of Paul's eyes, and he fell asleep again.

【Son, I don't want to make another joke. 】