What about Xiaozhou?

Could someone happen to pass by and rescue him?

Fine raindrops began to fall from the sky, the ground began to cool down, but the sound of the battle continued.

Fu Zhengyang wanted to find Bai Jiaojiao: "She will ask someone to come over later."

Li Wanxin said: "Don't worry, this is the only way. If you are really worried about him, tell me his name."

Fu Zhengyang was a little embarrassed: "I don't even know her name..."

"That depends on your luck. There are a lot of medical staff called in this time."

With that said, Fu Zhengyang became more confident. His cold and handsome face showed a little more flamboyance and a little less arrogance. "Aunt Li, I've always had good luck."

Li Wanxin couldn't bear to see him being so arrogant, so she laughed and scolded, "You little bastard, there will always be a time when you will fall."

Not long after, his words came true.

Bai Jiaojiao watched them walk away, and her logic told her that she should follow them. If she were to leave today, she would definitely not come out again.

But Xiaozhou, can you wait this night?

She continued to look around.

It was pitch black, and there was no one she was looking for.

Bai Jiaojiao wiped her eyes, refused to give up, and continued walking forward.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her foot. If the hand had not been warm, she would have screamed in fear.

She looked down and saw a familiar weak face with wrinkled features and blood all over his body.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was obviously in a coma, but the force he had holding her ankle was extremely strong, as if he was grabbing a ray of light that would pull him out of the quagmire.

Bai Jiaojiao cursed, "Bad guy."

Even asking for help was done in such a scary way.

But soon, she realized something was wrong because she found the wreckage of a fighter plane and traces of a bomb explosion nearby.

This means that this place is very close to the place where Fu Zhengyang was rescued.

If Xiaozhou had been talking here the whole time, that meant that he had seen the scene of her saving Fu Zhengyang just now.

Bai Jiaojiao's heart tightened, but when she saw that he obviously didn't wake up, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She bent down and tried to gently loosen the man's hand that was tightly gripping her ankle, but he quickly grabbed her hand again, and she just couldn't pry it apart.

There was still a drizzle in the sky, and his whole body was burning hot, obviously he had a fever, and he had multiple wounds on his body, which had to be treated as soon as possible.

Bai Jiaojiao was extremely anxious. She had no choice but to raise her hand and pat his face gently.

Seeing that he really couldn't wake up, I had to use some force, making some snapping sounds.

The man slowly opened his eyes. His dark pupils were even darker than the night. He stared at her as if he wanted to swallow her up. At one moment, Bai Jiaojiao even had the urge to escape.

If he hadn't held her hand tightly, she would have really run away.

Soon, those eyes quickly regained their blankness, and the voice was low and hoarse: "Jiaojiao?"

"It's me." Bai Jiaojiao responded bravely, watching his expression carefully. She always felt that he seemed a little different.

She secretly wanted to pull her hand back. She couldn't pull it back when he was unconscious, but she could probably get it now.

However, as soon as she struggled, the slender white hand was grasped tighter, and she was pulled into his arms fiercely, hitting her hard on the injured part.

Bai Jiaojiao wanted to push him away, but she felt warmth to her touch. He hugged her tighter, not caring at all that her wounds had gotten worse.

"Don't push me away, don't..." Xiao Zhou laughed softly, as if the laughter came from his chest, low and hoarse, with the sound of tiny gravel.

It's very sweet and pleasant to the ear, yet also carries a sense of horror.