Rarely fascinated

Fang Zhihuan was startled suddenly. He closed his eyes and forced himself to remain calm, "It's okay. Most of this kind of blindness is only caused by the strong stimulation of the brain, which leads to temporary damage to the visual center. You close your eyes, Don't look at it."

Fei Luo smelled a strong smell of blood, his whole heart hung up, and he tentatively groped on Fang Zhihuan's body, "How are you? Are you injured anywhere?"

Fang Zhihuan looked at the beam on his leg, and said softly, "I can't move my leg."

Fei Luo wiped the blood on his hands onto his clothes, and then moved towards Fang Zhihuan's legs.

"left."

"Down."

Fang Zhihuan watched Fei Luo's movements and directed the direction of his hands.

When Fei Luo touched the pillar, he immediately understood what was going on. He slightly moved his painful body, and turned his head towards Fang Zhihuan with his voice, "I'll try to lift it up, try your best to lift it up." Get your legs out."

If the legs are pressed by heavy objects for a long time, it will easily lead to poor blood circulation, resulting in local muscle atrophy and even death. Fang Zhihuan feels that his lower body has no feeling at all. He lifted the beam for a while in Feiluo During the distance, he supported the ground with his hands, dragged his body, and crawled out for a certain distance with only his upper body.

"Fei Luo, I'm coming out." Fang Zhihuan said.

Fei Luo forcefully pushed the beam in the opposite direction, and then sat down on the ground without strength, his whole arm trembling uncontrollably due to the overloaded movement just now.

"How are you? Apart from the eyes, where else is injured?" Fang Zhihuan gritted his teeth. Regardless of how embarrassing his current movements were, he crawled on the ground with both hands, and stopped when he reached Fei Luo's side.

Fei Luo shook his head. He didn't know how he was now. He might have been injured all over his body. Waves of tiredness in his brain rushed to him, very sleepy...very tired...

But he can't sleep...

He didn't know what was going on outside the warehouse, but something must have happened, otherwise none of his men would have come in after such a long time after the explosion.

There must be no wireless fluctuations in the area just after the explosion, unless they want to attract a bigger explosion, and the mobile phone cannot be used. At this time, the two of them can only walk out of this area by their own strength.

"Philo, don't sleep."

"I know...but...very sleepy..." Fei Luo bit the tip of his tongue hard, and suddenly became more energetic from the pain. He raised his hand and touched Fang Zhihuan's face, from forehead to eyebrows, eyes , nose bridge, and lips, as if to imprint this person in my mind forever.

Fang Zhihuan was about to say something, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps from the warehouse door.

I don't know if it's one of Philo's men, or...

"Someone is here." Fang Zhihuan whispered to Fei Luo.

"Dean's guess is really accurate, you are really not dead." A voice full of sarcasm reached the ears of the two.

"Watch out for him," Philo said.

Fang Zhihuan leaned against Fei Luo, and calmly took out the pistol that Fei Luo gave him before getting out of the car.

There are four people on the opposite side.

Several thoughts flashed through Fang Zhihuan's mind instantly, he tilted his head, and looked at the people walking towards them indifferently.

When the visitor saw Fang Zhihuan, his expression obviously became playful. He pinched Fang Zhihuan's chin hard, forcing Fang Zhihuan to look up at him, with a playful tone, "Yo? Your concubine?"

"You don't look bad." The man looked at Fei Luo, "After sending you on the road, you can let the brothers play with your mistress."

Both Fei Luo and Fang Zhihuan were silent and did not speak.

"Fei Luo, you have been crazy for so many years, and I finally got the chance." The man's expression suddenly became fierce, "Let's see if you can still be fucking crazy now."

He lifted his foot and kicked Fei Luo's body, but before he could move, a gunshot made his body freeze instantly.

Then there were three consecutive gunshots, and the sound of bullets passing through the head.

In an instant, there were four more corpses on the ground, one was pierced by bullets from the chin to the head, and the brains flowed all over the ground.The other three had a transparent blood hole on their foreheads.

Fang Zhihuan has always been reluctant to say a word about this kind of rubbish. He looked at his blood-stained hands in disgust, then put the gun aside, and turned to ask, "Are you okay?"

Fei Luo's eyes were still blurred, he could only vaguely see the outline of Fang Zhihuan.

He stretched out his hands, Fang Zhihuan said, "Give me your hands."

Fang Zhihuan put his hand on it, and then the world spun in an instant.

Fei Luo directly carried Fang Zhihuan on his back, put his hands under his thighs, and walked forward step by step.

"Be careful where you step." Fang Zhihuan reminded.

The warehouse destroyed by the bomb was in a mess. All kinds of sundries and pillars that fell from the roof were lying on the ground in a haphazard manner. Fei Luo would encounter an obstacle almost every few steps he took. Fang Zhihuan lay on his back body, constantly reminding him and telling him the direction of the next step.

Fei Luo knew that he couldn't hold on for long, and the boundless drowsiness was like a scourge, constantly attacking his mind.

Fang Zhihuan, these three words are the only motivation in his heart that can keep him going.

"Old, old, old -"

When he heard that voice, Fei Luo's body fell down with a bang.

Fei Luo vaguely heard someone calling him, and kept calling his name.

His rationality was constantly tearing at his nerves, and Filo knew that he should wake up, because he had never failed to respond to that person's voice, and he should respond...

"Fang... Zhi... Huan...?" Finally he opened his mouth.

"It's me, hold on, you'll be at the hospital soon..."

A gratified smile appeared on Fei Luo's face, he opened and closed his lips, and made a soft voice, "Can you promise me that you won't leave?"

Fang Zhihuan was silent.

"We'll talk about these when you're better."

"If you don't promise me, I might not be able to live." Fei Luo's voice was barely audible, intermittent, as if it could stop at any time.

"Fang Zhihuan...I'm in pain..."

"Fang Zhihuan..."

"it is good."

When he heard this word, Fei Luo's heart suddenly settled down, as if he was not even afraid of death.

He closed his eyes in peace, letting the boundless darkness swallow him.

"Is he still awake?"

Fang Zhihuan didn't know how many times he came to Fei Luo's ward. He pushed the wheelchair, raised his body vigorously, and looked at the person lying quietly on the hospital bed from the glass window. Showing the heart rhythm curve, Fang Zhihuan almost mistakenly thought that Fei Luo had... died...

What day is this?

Fang Zhihuan didn't know either.

When he came out of the operating room, the doctor said that Fei Luo was out of danger, but Fei Luo still did not wake up.

"Don't worry too much."

After what happened to Philo, many of his friends, whether on the road or not, came to see him.

And the person in front of Fang Zhihuan can be said to be a person who grew up wearing a pair of pants with Fei Luo, and has an unusual relationship with him.

"The doctor said that he will have to self-adjust for at least three days before his body functions will slowly recover. It's useless for you to worry about it now."

It was less than two days since Fei Luo came out of the operating room, but to Fang Zhihuan, it seemed like two centuries.

He is used to Fello being by his side, he is used to seeing Fello when he wakes up in the morning, he is used to seeing Fello when he raises his head after eating, he is used to Fello being with him almost every moment .Now that Fei Luo suddenly disappeared, Fang Zhihuan's heart seemed to be hollowed out, empty.

Thinking of the scene where Fei Luo threw him to the ground and used his own body to protect him, Fang Zhihuan's heart throbbed uncontrollably.

Philo, if this is your sincerity to me, then I accept it.

So you wake up quickly, okay?

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