The actor's petite little crying bag is fried again

wb is boiling again.

The reason was that Fu Xiuzhu suddenly fell into a coma without warning during the live interview and was sent to the hospital.

At the beginning, driven by some caring people, countless melon-eating netizens followed suit and complained that before he could explain to fans, he was pretending to be in a coma again, selling miserably and gaining popularity.

However, as one, two, three, and five days passed, and people were still lying in the hospital without waking up, these melon-eating netizens who followed suit gradually lost their voices, and only some caring people were still black and black.

Until Xi Huaizhen posted a Weibo.

Xi Huaizhen V: Confession?Fu Xiuzhu V is mine, want popularity?I won't give it myself?

"Laughing! Come on, come on, let me translate Teacher Xi's words: Am I not hot enough? Or am I not popular enough? My daughter-in-law, why do you want to be hot and not rub me against me? What else do you need to play tricks on?"

"Laughing to death! The most domineering in the entertainment circle of the year - Mr. Xi, I don't accept rebuttals!"

"Some sunspots who are typing hard on the keyboard for money, please shut up and accumulate some virtue! Teacher Xi's boyfriend is in a coma and hospital is already urgent enough, and he still needs to find time to slap your shit in the face, I sincerely sympathize with Xi teacher!"

In the hospital, just as the examining doctor left, there was a sudden movement in the air in the ward, and a portal appeared in the next second, and Chen Yi walked out from it.

When Xi Huaizhen saw him, his expressionless face finally changed a bit, and his tone was a little anxious: "Is there any news for the old man?"

As soon as Chen stepped out of the portal, he didn't answer him immediately, but strode to the hospital bed, stroked his chin and looked carefully at Fu Xiuzhu lying on the bed.

Seeing this, Xi Huaizhen pinched the center of her brows, trying to suppress the irritability in her heart.

After a while, Chen Yi patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, don't be impatient."

Xi Huaizhen rolled her eyes coldly.

"Ahem..." Chen quickly withdrew his hand, "The old man said that."

Xi Huaizhen frowned: "What do you mean?"

Chen Yi shrugged: "Literally, these are the old man's original words."

Xi Huaizhen was silent.

Fu Xiuzhu fell into a coma for no reason. No one was more anxious than him. After sending the person to the hospital, various examinations were carried out immediately.

However, it turned out that Fu Xiuzhu didn't have any physical problems, on the contrary, he was very healthy.

A person would not be unconscious for no reason, but the hospital could not find out the reason. In desperation, Xi Huaizhen had no choice but to ask Chen Yi for help, because now he was the only one who could contact the old man.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a few days, but waiting for such a sentence, the restlessness in Xi Huaizhen's heart reached its peak in an instant. He kicked the stool next to him to pieces, and his whole body was like a beast full of anger. Rapid ups and downs, red bloodshot eyes faintly visible.

Even Chen Yi was taken aback by his appearance.

"No, why did you lose your temper all of a sudden?" He moved to the side, trying to distance himself from Xi Huaizhen, "Then what, didn't the old man say that? Take it easy, he meant to let Don't worry, the little guy is fine."

What happened in the outside world, Fu Xiuzhu didn't know, at this moment he was looking in horror at the thunder that would strike down from the sky at any time.

The incident was so sudden that he didn't even have time to think about why he was still at home one moment, but he was within the range of the thunder calamity the next moment.

The so-called Thunder Tribulation, whether it is a human or a demon, once the cultivation base reaches a certain point, it will be baptized by the Thunder Tribulation.

On the contrary, if the crossing of the tribulation fails, at least it will be cut into a cripple by the thunder calamity, and at the worst, its soul will be scattered, and it will disappear forever in the world.

"Crack...Boom..."

The thunder calamity in the sky finally finished brewing, and the first thunder fell.

Watching the silver-white lightning fall, Fu Xiuzhu's first reaction was to hide, but the next second he was horrified to find that his body was out of his control.

His hands seemed to have their own consciousness, and he quickly pinched the tactics, laying down defenses one after another on his body.

However, Lei Jie was not comparable to ordinary thunder and lightning. In just one second, the falling Thunder Jie broke through the defense and slammed on his body.

At this moment, Fu Xiuzhu felt that the thunder and lightning not only hit his body, but also shook his soul.

"Master..."

The man's trembling voice suddenly sounded. Enduring the pain, Fu Xiuzhu looked down and found that the man was flying towards the top of the mountain.

Thunder Tribulation is ruthless, whether it is a human or a demon, once it steps into the range of Thunder Tribulation, it will become the target of Thunder Tribulation's attack.

Fu Xiuzhu's pupils shrank suddenly, but at this moment he not only couldn't control his body, he couldn't even speak according to his own mind, just when he was extremely anxious, he opened his mouth: "If you take one step forward, as a teacher, you will You are expelled from the teacher's door, and you and I will be strangers from now on."

The voice was still his, but the words that came out were soft and cold with determination.

...that's not what he said.

Below, the man's flying movement stopped.

He looked at him with a painful expression, his eyes had turned red unknowingly, and his lips trembled slightly: "You...do you have to push yourself like this?"

Fu Xiuzhu's eyes were a little empty: "I have no turning back..."

Before he finished speaking, the second, third, and fourth thunder calamity followed closely.

The power of the thunder tribulation is stronger one by one. Although Fu Xiuzhu kept laying defenses around his body, he was finally defeated by the thunder calamity that seemed to destroy the world. When the seventh thunder calamity fell, his whole body was thrown from the top of the mountain Up and down.

"Master—!"

The man's mournful cries sounded from the entire mountain peak.

Fu Xiuzhu opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound. At this moment, no matter his body or his soul, there was only a sense of numbness.

Pain to numbness.

He was like a leaf in the wind, falling from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

At that moment, his mind went blank.

He didn't know what was going on in front of him, let alone why he suddenly failed to cross the tribulation.

He only knew that his body, as well as his soul, had been cracked by lightning at this moment, and it seemed that it would turn into a cloud of green smoke and dissipate in the sky and earth at any moment.

The next moment, he felt himself being hugged into an embrace with a faint sandalwood fragrance. Fu Xiuzhu tried hard to open his eyes, and found that the man in front of him was already in tears.

"sorry Sorry……"

The man hugged him tightly, repeating these three words sentence after sentence.

Fu Xiuzhu moved his fingers, wanting to wipe away the tears from the corners of the man's eyes, but he had no strength and couldn't even do this.

"Little... Pearl..."

"Don't cry."

The man's eyes were red from crying, full of remorse and guilt: "Master, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that to you, it's all my fault... I'm sorry, I hurt you, if it wasn't me , you will not attract the ruthless thunder in advance..."

Fog quickly gathered in Fu Xiuzhu's eyes, and he murmured softly, "Fool."

"Don't you understand yet?"

"I am not a lover, but I chose the path of ruthlessness. Today's catastrophe is destined, and it is not your fault."

As if returning to the light, he suddenly grabbed the man's hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Little Pearl, thank you for your company for 900 years, and thank you for letting me know what love is."

Fu Xiuzhu grabbed the man's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, and said with incomparable nostalgia: "If there is an afterlife, I will give you back 900 years."

After the words fell, his body turned into countless fragments, slowly floating towards the sky.

"Master..."

"Master..."

Below the mountain peak, the man cried and cried, but the scattered fragments did not stop there.

But the strange thing was that the body was gone and the soul was gone, but Fu Xiuzhu felt that his consciousness was still there. He just watched the man kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.

Suddenly, the man suddenly raised his head and soared into the sky, sucking all the scattered fragments into a blank scroll.

The scroll was obviously not an ordinary product. The man carefully carried the scroll and returned to the waterfall.

With a wave of his hand, there were more brushes, inkstones and inkstones on the stone table.

He spread the blank scroll on the stone table, picked up a brush and began to draw strokes on it.

After half a stick of incense, a lifelike little bamboo appeared on the scroll.

Seeing this, Fu Xiuzhu was extremely astonished.

This...isn't it him?

All along, he thought that he was just a painting drawn by a man, and he was the bamboo in that painting, but the scene before him...

what is the problem?

After the man finished painting the bamboo, he hung the picture scroll in his cave, injecting spiritual energy into the picture scroll every moment, at a fixed point, day after day.

The man became less talkative. Apart from cultivating every day, he injected spiritual energy into the scroll, and the expression on his face became colder and colder.

100 years, 200 years, 600 years, and 700 years have passed. Because the man injected spiritual energy into the scroll day after day, his body is getting worse day by day, and his black hair has gradually turned into silver hair.

But the picture scroll remained silent.

The man did not give up, and finally one day after 900 years, the picture scroll emitted a dazzling green light.

At this moment, the man showed his first smile in 900 years, but before the bamboo in the picture scroll turned into a human form, his body could no longer support it.

If he doesn't give up this body to reincarnate at this moment, his soul will be scattered and he will disappear forever in this world.

He stared blankly at the bamboo leaves in the picture scroll gradually turning green, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and forcibly pulled off the leaf that just happened to turn completely green.

Immediately afterwards, he firmly pressed the leaf on his heart like a brand.

After finishing all this, the man touched the scroll with great nostalgia, and his pale thin lips parted slightly: "With this leaf, this disciple will be able to remember Master forever."

"Master, goodbye."

As the words fell, his body began to crack, and finally turned into pieces and disappeared in place, while his soul also flew towards reincarnation.

Fu Xiuzhu watched helplessly as he picked off the leaves, then watched him press the leaves into his heart, and finally watched him disappear, his whole body was like a stone sculpture, completely unresponsive.

After a long time, tears began to fall drop by drop.

That's his... little pearl.

Silently guarding his little pearl for 900 years.