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Luo Zhao was surprised to find that Fu Minghui's left hand was rapidly turning black, as if the blood was no longer flowing and would soon die.

He immediately rolled up her sleeves and pulled apart his own clothes.

Because one hand was still holding her right hand and the other was pressing on the Dazhui point on the back of her neck, he could only put her hand into his arms and press it tightly against his chest.

The coldness in her hands made even him shudder.

That's not the temperature that human hands can have, it's almost frozen.

"Hurry up, hurry up." He murmured, urging his men who had not yet arrived.

"Hold on, hold on." He murmured encouragement to Fu Minghui who couldn't hear him.

But although Fu Minghui couldn't hear it, he felt a strong heat coming from nowhere, but it directly touched her left elbow, preventing her hand from being pulled out again.

The perverted, horrible, disgusting feeling of being licked also disappeared.

Immediately, she hurriedly continued chanting.

"Sister, you are so awesome." The boy didn't know whether to praise or grit his teeth.

I don’t know whether it was to praise her for being able to continue chanting, or to prevent the condition of her left hand from getting worse.

In short, his hand was still grasping Fu Minghui's arm, but his body could not get any closer because it was blocked by the pale golden light shield.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." He suddenly said, "My mother said don't be in a hurry, just do one thing at a time, and you can always do it."

Fu Minghui ignored him.

Because she found that this child was very cunning. He tried every means to distract her when talking to her and weaken her magical protective power.

Who is he? Was his death unjust? Why is this happening? What does he want?

A series of thoughts came into my mind while reciting Baogao.

And with these thoughts, she suddenly felt as if her head had been hit hard, and many broken scenes appeared in front of her eyes.

On the bed late at night... a sleeping boy... a man and a woman... ferocious faces... the rope getting tighter and tighter... rolling his eyes... his tongue sticking out, his body shaking violently... finally he straightened up and kicked his legs...

The sounds of men and women crying, and the strong emotions of fear and anger came over again.

Fu Minghui knew that it did not belong to him, but was caused by what happened to the boy.

He was strangled and the murderer was an adult.

Since he could come to Meng Meng's bedside, why not kill him? Could it be that he was a relative of the boy?

Even... parents?

This is too scary!

Why kill the child? What happened.

After a flash of thought, the protective shield almost broke again, so I quickly refocused.

During the fire incident, she had discovered that she had such abilities.

Sometimes, without the need for words, she seemed to be able to glimpse into the inner thoughts of the spirit.

At that time, she instinctively reached out and touched the little fire fighter, and then she understood what his unfulfilled wish was.

Now, is it because the boy's hand is holding her that she sees some intermittent scenes, even if this is not what the other party wants her to know?

Maybe she can read their thoughts.

Mind reading is a very cool skill, but why is she reading the mind of a "ghost"?

What kind of terrible talent is this!

But now my life is at stake, and there is no point in complaining.

Although Fu Minghui is not a strong character or a determined will, his advantage is that his anger will basically resolve itself after a while.

There was no reason. She believed that Luo Zhao would not give up on her, so she could only try her best to hold on until he came.

Before that, she actually wanted to get more information.

Surprisingly, the boy seemed to sense her prying eyes. He glanced at her in surprise, then suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at her with a complicated expression.

Fu Minghui suddenly had a strange feeling: Is this a seven or eight-year-old child?

The shape is yes.

But the look in his eyes was like that of a fully grown man. The feeling of difference made her scalp tingle, and the thought of his hand holding her before actually made her whole body numb.

Luo Zhao, come quickly!

Luo Zhao, there is danger!

Even if you come, be careful.

She screamed in confusion in her heart, feeling that her brain was a little stiff, and she seemed to be forgetting even the Taiyi Baogao.

There is no sense of time within the boundary, so Fu Minghui does not know that ten hours have passed.

Luo Zhao finally waited for his men.

Among the visitors was the tall man with peach blossom eyes who was in the monitoring room before.

There is also a young man with a neat but strong body and tattoos all over his right arm.

He has a handsome face, short hair, and clear eyes. He looks like he is from the military.

The two people couldn't help but be stunned when they looked at the postures of Luo Zhao and Fu Minghui.

Then the tall man even covered his forehead, as if he couldn't see.

The situation between the two of them is indeed easily misunderstood at this time.

Luo Zhao put one hand behind Fu Minghui's neck and intertwined the fingers of Fu Minghui's right hand with the other. Fu Minghui's other hand penetrated completely into Luo Zhao's arms.

Because of this posture, Luo Zhao almost leaned on Fu Minghui's body.

"Something." Luo Zhao slightly raised his chin.

With just this movement, one could see that he was so tired that he was sweating in order to maintain this posture.

The tall man quickly held up a black box that looked like a remote control and explained, "This one has more power and faster positioning."

This is the spare part of Fu Minghui's contact device. It looks very rough. Only the ones for her were bothered to be shaped into rings so that she could carry them easily.

"How do you want my lord to take it?" The man with the flowery arm couldn't laugh or cry.

After all, Luo Zhao had both hands occupied, and one of Fu Minghui's hands was still inserted into his lapel.

The tall man didn't know what to think. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and placed the black box near the collarbone of Fu Minghui, who was lying on his back.

The weather was still hot, and Fu Minghui was wearing a large-necked T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

In her opinion, having to wear a skirt and high heels on a plane is simply a pain. She has always been comfortable and relaxed.

At this time, Luo Zhao was annoyed by the intelligence of his subordinates, but he had no time to explain. He had no choice but to lean over and use his chin to push the black box into Fu Minghui's collar, close to his heart.

Although it was a matter of business, although it was a life-saving matter, and although the person concerned was not distracted, even the man with the flowery arm covered his forehead this time.

Indeed...it's too ambiguous.

Especially when this kind of thing happens to the lord who has always been ruthless...

It's so spicy! It's so spicy!

"The glasses are in the left pocket of the backpack." Luo Zhao said again.

This time the man with the flowery arms stepped forward quickly, took out the pair of glasses Luo Zhao often wore, and helped him put them on the bridge of his nose.

"Keep this place safe and obey orders at any time." Luo Zhao ordered, quickly retracting the hand behind Fu Minghui's neck and touching the sides of his eyes.

I don’t know what key was pressed, or what password was unlocked, but in the next second, his whole body slumped down, and his consciousness had entered the boundary.

But he walked in a hurry and didn't adjust his position, so he rested his head on Fu Minghui's chest...

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