Rebirth of the doomsday lord Qinglong

Yes, there is no cry for help, does it mean that the person who screamed just now can no longer speak?

During this period of time, so many things happened one after another, no one can stand such torment no matter how rough their nerves are.

People's cold sweat covered their backs, and those who were more imaginative would almost faint by themselves, and those who were brave enough to go out to find out were stopped by their roommates. People are selfish. I don't care about anyone.

In less than 10 minutes, the hospital had turned on the emergency power supply, and the entrance to the floor had been re-lit.

At the moment when Guangming was in the corridor, there was only a loud bang on the glass windows in the aisle, except for the whistling wind outside, there was no movement at all.

Yin Jue swallowed, his body slowly relaxed, and Long Chongyu happened to be standing by the door the moment the emergency power was turned on. When the light approached, he could clearly see through the gap of the small curtain hanging on the door that he was jumping out of the corridor. that thing.

Yin Jue asked Long Chongyu: "What is that?"

Long Chongyu put away the military folding knife hidden in his hand, and said in silence for a moment, "It's a human."

Yin Jue's face turned pale. He didn't notice the presence of people in the corridor at all just now. There are only two possibilities. If it wasn't something wrong with his spiritual power perception, then it could only be a dead person.

Long Chongyu went to get the glass of milk that he had mixed before, and after such a delay, the temperature was just right, so he handed it to Yin Jue.

Yin Jue lost all appetite and shook his head not to drink.

Long Chongyu said lightly: "Suppress the shock."

Yin Jue glanced at Long Chongyu silently, the man was trying to smile at him.

Long Chongyu said patiently: "It's delicious."

Yin Jue: "..."

Yin Jue felt that the man was coaxing him into treating him like a child.

Long Chongyu coaxed Yin Jue to bed, and the smile on his face just now slowly cooled down. He turned his head and glanced at the bulging quilt on the bed, and he really couldn't tell what it was like.

He was too deeply influenced by his past memories. He obviously didn't care about Yin Jue, and even wanted him to die, but he still couldn't help but want to join him. He couldn't help but kept searching for these 500 years, like an addiction, a madman. It's like, it's a kind of bewitching emanating from the depths of the soul, as if they should be connected into one body, and sometimes they really want to eat it directly with blood in their hearts.

Not until the next day, shortly after Yin Jue went to bed, relevant personnel came to the corridor to investigate, clean and disinfect.

Someone wearing an isolation gown knocked on the ward doors one by one to inquire about the situation.

Long Chongyu opened the door directly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw broken glass all over the corridor.

The staff member said: "Are you okay just now? Did you get out of the ward?"

Long Chongyu answered honestly.

The staff glanced at Yin Jue, who was lying cat on the bed, and said to Long Chongyu: "That's good, although someone was injured in the corridor just now, but when the police came to see the scene, they said that this incident does not rule out that someone planned to take the There is a possibility of fire and robbery, so don’t feel burdened.”

Long Chongyu twitched the corner of his mouth, and his profound facial features became more and more handsome, but there was a hint of sarcasm.

The staff didn't have anything to say when they met, and left after explaining some matters. When the person left, Long Chongyu's face turned cold, and he knew it was unreliable.

The thing he saw was indeed a human being, but it didn’t look like a human being. The smell of blood was quite strong, and it was probably still fresh. Maybe it was a living corpse raised by someone’s family. It means that some sects' secret skills have really declined... But it's better to pay attention, it's been a long time since such a bad thing happened.

The room was very quiet, Long Chongyu didn't dare to sleep to death, so he half leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes to rest, his thoughts spinning.

In fact, he really wanted to know how Yin Jue came back to life. He couldn't be more clear about the power of One Sword to Kill Immortals, but he couldn't ask, maybe...he didn't dare to ask...

In fact, Yin Jue had slept for too long without feeling sleepy at all. He quietly opened his eyes and looked at Long Chongyu. After seeing that the man was quiet, he got up lightly.

Long Chongyu suddenly said: "Why are you up again?"

Yin Jue was startled by Long Chongyu's hoarse voice again, and said dryly with a wooden face, "I want to go to the bathroom." As soon as he finished speaking, Long Chongyu also got out of bed and reached out to help him.

Yin Jue said, "I'll go by myself."

"I'll help you go there." Long Chongyu said stubbornly, seeing Yin Jue's face turned ugly, his mood became worse and worse, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't think too much, we are now grasshoppers on a boat. I hit you with a car, I should take care of you more, but don't let me suffer from another physical condition at that time."

Yin Jue nodded after hearing this, and stood obediently by the bed, wearing a thin light-colored hospital gown and slippers on his feet casually, his pale skin exposed was very unhealthy, the expression on his face did not change much, but However, Long Chongyu felt that after he said the words just now, Yin Jue was obviously relieved.

It wasn't until he was blocked outside the bathroom door that the evil thoughts in Long Chongyu's eyes began to flood. Sure enough, he should have eaten him, swallowed his soul, and sucked his blood, so that he wouldn't show such an expression of disgust.

When Yin Jue dawdled out, Long Chongyu returned to his original calm appearance.

The next day, Yin Jue received a call from Xie Yu.

Xie Yu spoke very quickly and the first sentence was: "Your Highness, Grandpa Zeng asked me to pick you up from the hospital in the afternoon."

Yin Jue froze for a moment, "Why?"

The other end lowered his voice and said: "I can't tell you clearly on the phone in a few words, but you have to be careful, Your Highness, especially don't go to places with dark light. I'm already preparing, and Your Highness also needs to make preparations. There are staff members in the hospital at 05:30 p.m. Will go upstairs to deliver items, and I will go up instead of him..."

Yin Jue frowned and hung up the phone. It was the quarantine period, and it was definitely impossible to pick him up and out of the hospital, so he had to sneak away to avoid supervision.

There are many ways to leave silently, but what should a man do?

Yin Jue held his mobile phone on the balcony and was silent for a long while. Judging from his past few days in this world, if there hadn't been a major accident, it would be impossible for Hai Crab's servant to take such high-profile measures.

It's a bad feeling to be kept in the dark.

After receiving breakfast from the staff, Long Chongyu said to Yin Jue, "It's rare to have soy milk fritters for a change today, come here quickly."

Long Chongyu's demeanor and tone were much better than last night's. Although there was a circle of black and blue under his eyes, he tidied himself up very energetically, handsome and handsome, with a small wheat-colored hair showing from the rolled up cuffs. Arms, muscular and firm.

Yin Jue walked over to take his share.

Long Chongyu looked Yin Jue up and down, nodded and said, "You are recovering well, the doctor said that the gauze on your head will be removed in a few days."

Yin Jue lowered his eyes, the current appearance of limp hands and feet was still a disguise by himself, he added sapphire to supplement the aura, and it is certain that he will recover soon.

Although Long Chongyu can see Ye Ye's memory, it doesn't mean he can know Ye Ye's own thoughts, so he doesn't know about Yin Jue's tricks.

Yin Jue pretended to be casual and said, "Why are the dark circles under your eyes so heavy?"

Long Chongyu didn't expect that Yin Jue would take the initiative to care about him, and after being stunned, he said happily: "I didn't dare to sleep to death last night, but today I can take a nap to catch up on sleep."

Yin Jue was noncommittal.

Before the lunch break at noon, Long Chongyu read the news online again. On the top of the webpage, there was a big picture of a white cloud covering the heavy rain on the weather broadcast, and next to it was written: "The temperature will drop sharply tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and there may be a big storm." to the rainstorm."

Looking out from the balcony, the sky is gray and hazy, like light rain, but the heavy rain...

When Long Chongyu told Yin Jue that there would be heavy rain tomorrow, he found Yin Jue's expression was very surprised.

Although Yin Jue's perception as a Dragon Lord had weakened, he still shook his head firmly and said, "Impossible." The sky was cloudy, but he could not feel any sign of heavy rain coming, and the air was not particularly humid.

Long Chongyu looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Yin Jue also felt that his tone was too firm to make people suspicious, so he turned his face away coldly.

Long Chongyu smiled, and was about to say something to adjust the atmosphere, but the people around him suddenly said, "You said your name was Long Chongyu?"

"..." Long Chongyu fell silent. Could it be that he has no sense of existence? !

In fact, it is not that there is no sense of existence, but that it is too much!

After Yin Jue asked this question, he stopped talking.

Long Chongyu had gotten used to Yin Jue's taciturnity and cold face these two days, so he said in a good temper, "Then let me introduce again, my name is Long Chongyu, and I am a public servant by profession."

Yin Jue showed incredible eyes. If he didn't misunderstand the meaning of "people's public servant", based on his impression of men hundreds of years ago, it was really subversive.

A man chained in death row with clasps pierced through the shin, a man who will not bow his head until death, will not be anyone's slave.

Long Chongyu had no way of knowing Yin Jueshen's brain-replenishing process, but his eyes returned to coldness for a moment, and he always wanted him to be alive in his heart.

"I answered your question, now it's my turn to ask you."

Yin Jue hesitated and nodded.

Long Chongyu thought for a while and said, "What's your mobile phone number?"

Yin Jue took out his exquisite and beautiful "magic weapon" in a daze. To prevent him from changing his mind, Long Chongyu directly held Yin Jue's hand, input a series of numbers with his knuckle fingers, and then dialed.

The phone rings.

Long Chongyu raised the corners of his mouth, satisfied.

Compared with asking about names and preferences, it is more practical to directly grasp the contact information.

Long Chongyu said: "It's your turn."

Yin Jue: "..."

Long Chongyu: "...you didn't want to ask me?"

He wants to ask a lot, but now Long Chongyu can't answer, so it's better not to ask.

Long Chongyu was still very interested and said: "Then let me ask you."

Yin Jue choked, and his eyes expressed his thoughts fruitfully - why is it you again.