Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"I'm afraid Wei Tong still has helpers," Luo Zhao said.

A second ago, he waved his lightsaber, and the Wei couple fell to the ground motionless as if they had fainted.

"Why do you say that?" Fu Minghui asked in surprise.

"At present, it seems that the border has existed for a long time, but we discovered it late." Luo Zhao frowned, "Wei Tong has been lingering in the border, but it is impossible to bring the physical object out of the border. The Wei couple Everything they experienced must have been caused by another person who put things there after they woke up."

"The room is locked from the inside, I want to put things in..." At this point, Fu Minghui stopped.

The person who can cooperate with Wei Tong, assuming he is a human, must have some abnormal means.

What Luo Zhao was thinking was: the door lock of the house could be opened from the outside at will, so there was no security. If the Wei couple were left in a semi-conscious state of deep sleep, it would be entirely possible to do some manipulation.

"Then now..."

What should I do?

Lu Dachui wanted to ask this, but when he saw Luo Zhao paused for a moment, then looked at the black box used for communication in his palm, his eyebrows twitched.

"Fu Minghui, can you stand up?" He lowered his eyes again, "My people have lifted the lock, and you can go out now."

Fu Minghui was overjoyed and stood up numbly.

However, her mind has been away from the physical body for too long, and even with the blessing of Luo Zhao's yang energy, she is still weak.

So much so that she didn't notice that the simple action she completed was to climb all the way up Luo Zhao's calves, thighs, clothes corners, waist, and shoulders...

Although Lu Dachui was so big, he wished he could draw circles on the wall like a little girl.

I don’t have the eyes to see, I really don’t have the eyes to see.

In the real world, there are indeed many women who want to attack his lord.

But when he moved his hands up and down so naturally and casually, the master still breathed out and endured...

See you only! See you only!

"What should we do with them?" Fu Minghui has not forgotten the Wei couple.

Luo Zhao glanced at Lu Dachui.

The latter immediately wailed, "Why should I stay? I don't want to be alone with two ghosts?"

"I'm afraid it's useless." Luo Zhao said coldly.

"I'm not afraid, it's just..."

"Before we deal with Wei Tong, these two need to stay in a safe place on the border." Luo Zhao interrupted.

Lu Dachui was speechless.

With him gone, the shelter hole is gone.

The Wei couple will fall into the hands of Wei Tong again, and as a result, the cleaning task may not be completed.

So, hit the workers and accept your fate.

"Let's go." Luo Zhao stretched out his hand.

Because it can be seen that if the woman is not supported, she will fall to the ground.

Fu Minghui did not hesitate.

She was like someone who had been unjustly imprisoned for many years and was finally able to see the light of day again.

I have never felt alive so well.

I have never thought that Luo Zhao's action of touching the sides of his glasses was so endearing.

next second...

Fu Minghui woke up suddenly and tried to breathe.

It felt like I had been suffocated for a long time, and suddenly my lungs were filled with fresh air. In panic, with the feeling of surviving a disaster.

Then she discovered that she couldn't move at all for the first time, except for her head.

Suddenly, she thought she was in the ICU ward, with various instruments connected to her body and water hanging from her left and right arms.

Isn't it a nightmare?

She turned her eyes and finally saw a round clock on the opposite wall.

The second hand is like a powerful baton, clicking and turning in an orderly manner.

So nice, the real world.

Then Luo Zhao came in.

"Don't move, you are here with me." He raised his hand to stop her efforts to get up. "Your consciousness and body have been separated for too long, and your body has to adapt again."

"How long have I... entered the border?" Fu Minghui felt safe when he saw Luo Zhao, "I mean, real world time."

In the boundary, those illusions have no reference. The rest of the time is full of darkness and chaos, which cannot be distinguished at all.

"Eight days and thirteen and a half hours." Luo Zhao walked in.

Fu Minghui moved uncomfortably and felt something falling from his chest. With quick eyes and quick hands, Luo Zhao caught it and prevented it from falling to the ground.

But he didn't show it to Fu Minghui and put it directly into his trouser pocket.

Fu Minghui looked at it and felt that it looked like a charm. And the red mark on it is very penetrating, not like cinnabar, but like blood...

But she was too smart to ask, because she knew that the man in front of her wouldn't even say a word to her, so she just didn't waste her time.

Can't we ask about it later? This is called a roundabout tactic.

"I'm exhausted," she muttered.

A normal person wouldn't be able to stand lying like this for eight hours, let alone her lying there for more than eight days.

I squirmed on the bed and felt no tingling on my back.

Fortunately, there should be no bedsores or anything like that.

"How long will it take for me to recover?" she asked.

"You just lost consciousness. In your words, it's called leaving the soul. It's not that there's something wrong with your body. You won't have muscle atrophy in the past few days, and you'll be fine soon."

"What if I can't come back in time? For example, eight days?" Fu Minghui saw the flashing instruments, as if they had been rescued after being rescued in a car accident.

“Can these instruments keep me in a vegetative state?”

"you will die."

"Is it necessary to be so callous?" Fu Minghui wanted to roll his eyes, but felt that it was a waste of effort.

But she also understood in her heart that a vegetative person was just unconscious, not a departed soul.

This time she was really on the verge of life and death, and Luo Zhao and his people saved her life.

After all, she was not on a mission, but was dragged into the border by Wei Tongqiang.

And, she was very, very, very...hungry.

Along with this thought, her stomach wall rubbed hard and made a terrible sound.

"I've prepared it for you. You can eat it when you sit up." Luo Zhao said.

Before he finished speaking, Fu Minghui actually struggled to sit up, saying that he could sit up.

At the same time, without waiting for Luo Zhao to stop him, he pulled out all the instruments on his body.

It turns out that hunger is really the driving force behind human beings.

She is a rich second generation, okay? My parents' palms read "Pig" and I have never been hungry since I was a child.

Luo Zhao was helpless. Seeing that she was about to jump out of bed, he quickly stepped forward to support her.

Fu Minghui really has no strength, he's not just pretending.

However, the whole body, but the stomach is strong and strong.

Luo Zhao had just seen the values ​​​​on the instrument and knew that even if Fu Minghui had not completely recovered, she was basically normal, so he almost carried her out with half a hug.

He believed that if he ignored her, she would really be able to crawl to find food.

They still arrived at the place that was similar to an interrogation room. Fu Minghui understood that he had entered their "bureau" after being taken off the plane.

Luo Zhao held something like a communicator and spoke a few words, and soon someone brought in a bowl...

White porridge.

"I don't want to eat this. I want to eat braised pork, with streaks and skin, the red kind."

"You have been hungry for eight days, so you need to control your diet."

Fu Minghui almost hit the table with his fists.

She doesn't want to control! Only people like Luo Zhao are used to control.

She is an ordinary person, a weak human being who wants to do whatever she wants.

In the past, she used to use this trick when her father wouldn't give her what she wanted.

But seeing Luo Zhao's cold face, he suddenly stopped.

The reason that collapsed after experiencing life and death came back instantly.

How could she forget?

The person who loved her most in the world has passed away.

No one will pamper her and love her without any limit, never again.

I wrote the last sentence with tears in my eyes.

The person who loves me most in the world, my grandma, also passed away many years ago.

Perhaps, each of us has hidden wounds in our hearts.