Chapter 1393 If You Don't Leave, I Won't Give up (1)

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"Zhou Tian, ​​is it really you?"

Yang Zimei's voice trembled because of excitement.

"Well, it's me, I'm back."

Long Zhutian rested his chin on her shoulder, and the warm breath gently blew past her ears and into her neck, like the summer sea breeze.

"Still... go?"

"Well, don't go."

"real?"

"real!"

"real?"

"real!!"

Yang Zimei's hand touched the back of his hand, and just wanted to turn around to look at his face, his long-lost face, to see if he was injured or not, but suddenly felt his waist loosen, and saw his hand slide down, Then fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Day by day—"

Yang Zimei's mood that was originally happy to the sky suddenly fell to the boundless darkness, and she turned back nervously.

I saw Long Zhutian with a blank face on the ground, his body curled up slightly, his eyes closed, his lips slightly blue, one hand covering his chest, the other hand...

Yang Zimei gasped, surprised and heartbroken.

He didn't have the other hand, the black shirt was empty.

At this time, Yang Zimei had no time to think about why he didn't have a hand. He hurriedly checked his heart pulse and found that his heart pulse was a little abnormal. A round of black, not like poisoning, but like a sorcerer.

Yang Zimei hurriedly entered his vitality for him.

However, his own vitality and his vitality are like two conflicting magnetic fields, and they can't be integrated at all.

She had no choice but to take out the silver needle, and use her vitality to do acupuncture for him, stimulate his acupuncture points, and protect his heart.

However, he still can't wake up.

However, the heart pulse has gradually stabilized, and there is no danger for the time being.

Yang Zimei bent over and wanted to hold him in.

Weight is nothing to her at all.

However, his figure is too tall, almost 1.9 meters tall, while she is only 1.6 meters tall, it is difficult to hold.

At this time, Snow Lake came out.

"let me!"

He reached out and took Long Zhutian over, hugged him in his arms, quickly entered the room, walked straight into the room where Yang Zimei was, and put Long Zhutian on the bed.

Before Yang Zimei could say more, Xuehu had already begun to examine the black shadow in Long Zhutian's heart.

Frowning slightly, he took out a crystal clear but fragrant pill from the storage ring and stuffed it into Long Zhutian's mouth.

"Xuehu, what did you feed him?"

Yang Zimei anxiously held Long Zhutian's hand and asked.

"Our Fox Clan's Returning Pill."

Xuehu's palm caressed Long Zhutian's heart, closing his eyes to exercise.

Big drops of sweat seeped out from Xuehu's forehead, and his face gradually became as white as Long Zhutian's. White steam rose from his palm and Long Zhutian's chest.

The temperature of the whole room rose rapidly, and then cooled down...

This was repeated a dozen times.

Finally, Xue Hu's hand was removed from Long Zhutian's heart, retracted, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, stood up, and said to Yang Zimei weakly, "I can only help him to this point. , you take a good look at him, I'll go back to the room to rest first."

Yang Zimei saw that his footsteps were a bit vain, and hurriedly reached out to support him, "Xuehu, are you okay?"

"It'll be all right."

Xue Hu gave her a soft look and gently pushed her hand away, "You can see him, I'll go back to the room by myself."

Yang Zimei looked at Long Zhutian on the bed, and then looked at him again.

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