Chapter 113: The Ceiling of Pretending to Be Thirteen
When Zheng Aiguo woke up, he found everything in front of him dark.
He supported himself with his hands and tried to sit up.
There was a sharp pain in my arm.
He hissed softly, and quickly sat up with his other hand, his eyes falling on his stinging arm.
I realized that at some point there was a long cut on my arm that had been stitched with more than a dozen stitches, and there was still blood on it.
"What's going on? Hiss..." His hand was about to touch the wound on his arm, but he suddenly felt a dull pain in his head.
It was as if something had hit my brain.
He groaned in pain, raised his hands to support his head, and shook his head vigorously.
The sudden shock just now made his entire brain seem to be turned into a mess.
But just when he thought the dull pain only lasted for a moment, before he could catch his breath, the pain came again one after another.
"Ah!!" Zheng Aiguo held his head, rolling on the ground wailing in pain.
The pain was so severe that he wanted to tear his head off immediately.
Just as he was struggling in pain and lying on the ground like a dead dog, he vaguely saw something not far away with his blurred vision.
The dull pain ended suddenly, but the lingering sensation still lingered, making him feel a little dizzy.
He tried hard to close and open his eyes, trying to see clearly what was in front of him.
His mind was in a mess at the moment and he couldn't think normally at all.
At this moment, he suddenly saw that thing move.
It turned out to be a pair of feet.
He shook his head again, completely unable to concentrate on why he was here and why there were other people here.
He tried hard to look up to see who was standing opposite him.
But shadows kept appearing before his eyes, and the dull pain just now seemed to have drained away all his little strength, leaving him completely unable to use any strength.
"You...are..." He tried to tremble his fingers, trying to reach out and grab something.
But after moving for a long time, his hands could only twitch slightly.
Bai Ruoqiao leaned against the back of the chair, folded her arms and sat on it with her legs crossed.
One hand was casually playing with the blue transparent crystal pendant around her neck.
She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, lowered her eyes and looked down at the man lying on the ground like a dead dog.
A faint smile escaped from between his lips, with an attitude of contempt and arrogance.
"Zheng Aiguo, this name is really touching. I don't know who gave it to you. It fully reflects your patriotic heart."
After she finished speaking, she bent down, stood up, slowly walked to the other person, and walked around him slowly.
"I just don't know which one is more important, patriotism or life, in the heart of Mr. Yamamoto."
Hearing the last sentence, Zheng Aiguo's fingers trembled violently.
He struggled hard to look up at the other person, but to no avail.
"Bai, Deputy Minister?"
He remembered what happened before he lost consciousness.
Bai Ruoqiao suddenly attacked him.
Why?
Oh, what did she just say?
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