This burning is really strange.

Logically speaking, Zhao Gangliu's physical strength should not have a fever.

But Zhao Gangling did have a fever, and since childhood, Zhao Gangling often caught a cold and a fever.

Zhao Gangling didn't know why, and Zhao Gangling's son didn't know why. He hired many famous doctors and even invited some old Taoist priests and monks from deep mountains and forests to do the trick. Zhao Gangling's frequent colds and fevers has not been solved.

40 degrees.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Gangling successfully burned to forty degrees.

Zhao Gang-rye was already burned to the point of being in a daze.

"Go to the hospital!"

Huang Lingling said with a slight pleading.

Zhao Gang-rye shook his head slightly.

"Why don't you go to the hospital??"

Huang Lingling said in a hurry and took off with her confusion, "If you continue to burn like this, you will burn stupidly."

"don't want."

Zhao Gang-ling shook his head.

He doesn't like hospitals.

I really don't like it very much, especially when I was hospitalized.

Zhao Gangyan saw many of his comrades in the Hunter School and turned into cold corpses shortly after being sent to the hospital.

Zhao Gangliang felt that the hospital was a place to kill people.

Save people, kill people.

In fact, there is no difference in essence.

This is what Zhao Gangliang believes.

The rainy night appeared in Zhao Gangliang's mind, the first thing she said to herself.

"What do you think is the purpose of learning martial arts?"

At that time, Zhao Gang pretended to be for the purpose of killing people.

Then she said another sentence, "What is killing?"

At that time, Zhao Gang-ling answered something. Now Zhao Gang-ling is so crazy that he has forgotten it, but Zhao Gang-ling still remembers that since that day, he has become a martial arts genius and can do everything.

As for what happened that night, Zhao Gangqing also forgot.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a cold as well.

It seems that I have a fever, too.

41 degrees.

When the thermometer reached this degree, Huang Lingling finally couldn't help it.

Huang Lingling picked up Zhao Gang-seok on the bed, and there was a considerable force hidden in her seemingly delicate body.

Guo Furong went out tonight, and there were only Zhao Gang-ling and Huang Lingling at home.

Huang Lingling hugged Zhao Gangling's chest with both hands, allowing Zhao Gangling to stand for a while.

Although Zhao Gangliang was already confused at this time, he could vaguely hear Huang Lingling's words, and then stood with his only will for a while.

Then Huang Lingling quickly walked to Zhao Gangling and carried Zhao Gangling on her back.

Zhao Gang put his sluggish hand on Huang Lingling's shoulder, and his arms naturally drooped, pressing against Huang Lingling's chest.

Huang Lingling's pretty face turned slightly red, but she didn't pay attention to Zhao Gangling's hand. Instead, she put her hands behind her, lifted Zhao Gangling's body upwards, and carried Zhao Gangling's whole body on her back.

Zhao Gang's body shook, as if he was afraid that he would fall from the side. Zhao Gang was confused and grabbed two things that he felt could control his body balance.

Huang Lingling's body shook again, and she looked down at her breasts that were grabbed by Zhao Gangling's hands. Huang Lingling gritted her teeth, didn't say anything, and didn't care. Instead, she just walked out of the house with Zhao Gangling on her back.

boom.

A thunder.

The whole building suddenly darkened.

Power outage.

A power outage means that the elevator will no longer be used, and it also means that the lights on the stairs will not be on.

Looking around, it was pitch black.

"So dark!"

Huang Lingling's body trembled slightly. She was a not very brave person. Because of the shadows when she was a child, Huang Lingling was particularly afraid of such empty darkness. The entire stairwell was dark and the sound of walking seemed to be able to produce echoes in the stairwell.

call!

Huang Lingling exhaled a long breath, then put one hand on the railing of the stairs, slowly walking down little by little.

The stairs are very dark.

Huang Lingling could only explore step by step, and the person on her back was very heavy.

Zhao Gang was eighteen years old and weighed more than 100 kilograms, which looked stronger than his father.

Cough cough cough!

Zhao Gang-rye coughed, and the cough made Huang Lingling's body shake and then sprain her feet.

"ah!"

Huang Lingling cried out in pain and her body was about to fall.

Bang.

A crisp sound.

Huang Lingling held one hand tightly on the railing so that her body would not fall down.

"ah!"

Another low voice was exclaiming, because of the sudden tilt, Zhao Gang's hands unconsciously contracted. The hands were very big, holding Huang Lingling's chest tightly, and even hurting Huang Lingling.

“Steel.”

Huang Lingling seemed to want Zhao Gangling to relax, but Zhao Gangling was already burning and could not hear Huang Lingling's words?

Seeing that Zhao Gang-ling did not respond, Huang Lingling did not speak anymore, but lifted her twisted foot, shook it, and then stepped on the ground again.

"Ouch."

Huang Lingling frowned.

The twisted feeling is very uncomfortable, and the pain cannot be eliminated in a short while.

Huang Lingling gritted her teeth, her legs trembled slightly and walked down step by step, while Huang Lingling's face was already covered in sweat.

The sweat as big as beans flowed down Huang Lingling's chin, dripping on Zhao Gangling's hands and brain, and landed on the ground.

It was dark and there was nothing to see.

The seventh floor is like the seventh level of heaven.

It took Huang Lingling a full twenty minutes before she went downstairs.

Huang Lingling was only wearing a pair of home shorts and a T-shirt on her upper body. The storm brought a burst of coldness.

Huang Lingling was wearing sandals on her feet, and the ankle on her left foot was already red and swollen.

Strong wind and heavy rain.

The car parked in the garage.

Huang Lingling gritted her teeth, put Zhao Gang's body down, and let him sit on the stairs.

Zhao Gang seemed to have no strength, leaning against the wall beside the stairs.

Huang Lingling exhaled a long breath and touched her chest.

There was a burst of pain coming from the chest.

After just resting for more than ten seconds, Huang Lingling picked up an umbrella from her waist and rushed to the garage not far away.

The wind is strong and the rain is very fast.

A small umbrella can't stop anything at all.

Huang Lingling's body was quickly wet. When the wind blew, she felt even colder.

Huang Lingling got into the car in a rough dress, then started the car, drove the car to the stairs downstairs of her house, got out, picked up Zhao Gang-seok, took it to the back of the car, and then returned to the driver's seat and drove to the hospital in Xiao Alto.

Crash.

A thunder broke through the sky.

Alto's lights seem so insignificant on such a rainy night.

Even if you are ten or twenty meters away, you can only see two yellow dots.

Then nothing else can be seen.
Chapter completed!