It's not dead.

Yan Ge slowly pushed Yan Zimo away from his body, pulled his own skirt first, and tied his thigh tightly to prevent excessive bleeding.

Then he turned to look at Yan Zimo's injury.

He had a lot of wounds on his body, very strange. When the car rolled, the unfixed things did not hit her, but it obviously caused him no small injuries.

Although there were many injuries, not many were not too fatal, the most serious wound was in the waist. Although he took off his shirt and stuck the wound, he was still bleeding.

She had been slamming the door just to save her, presumably his wound that had been bleeding ceaselessly was broken by flesh and blood.

She helped him to heal the wound again. Both of them were badly injured, so it would be better to take them to the hospital right away.

But under this hillside is a messy forest, and I don't know how long it will take for the police to arrive even if someone calls the police.

There was not much blood flow from her wound.

But his blood was always flowing.

The phones were burned in the car.

She couldn't reach the outside world, and she couldn't hold him up the steep rocky slope.

Can only squeeze his hand tightly, waiting for rescue.

Waiting for others to come to rescue is really a desperate and painful thing.

Yange asked the cub, "Is there any way to hang his life?"

The chicken who was still smoking a pot of smoke exhaled smoke and sighed again, "Wood, don't you say you don't understand."

What does this headless and tailless word mean, and what madness does this guy have?

Yange asked: "What do you understand?"

"He wants him to die," said the cub. "Look at the injuries on him, then look at yourself. Obviously it's a bad day."

Afraid that Yange still didn't understand it, it continued to add: "There is a kind of man who is not protected by the Tao of Heaven. From the day he is born, he wants him to die."

God wants him to die.

Not protected by heaven.

These words are really terrifying.

Long-lived fairies such as Yange and chickens are actually not protected by the heavens, but they are far from the point where the heavens want me to die.

It took a long time for Yan Ge to digest the chicken's words: "God wants him to die. Such a person must have done something unforgiving, can you know what he did?"

Chicken cub: "What kind of unforgiveness, even if it is unforgiving, it hasn't reached the point where he wants to die. Maybe he wants to open a hole in heaven, so this is the case."

Yange: "I always think you're talking nonsense."

The chicken continued to sigh: "This kind of person, how far away you can be, wherever he goes, it is a disaster."

Song: "Are you sure?"

The chicken said angrily, "Don't say you're not sure yet."

At the end, he squeaked again: "Don't say that you are deceived by his beauty."

Yan Ge's legs hurt, and she wouldn't move at all. When she heard the words of the chicken, she stared slightly at Yan Zimo's features.

Good-looking men are like leeks, they are cut one after another, but there are very few interesting men, especially those who can arouse the interest in singing.

The Yan Zimo in front of him did look good, but what he was most interested in him was not his skin, but what was in his skin.

"You said, would he die?"

Chicken: "You still worry about whether you will die first. Your mission is not completed. This is going to fail, and you don't know what you will face."

As soon as Yange thought, if she failed, she would need one less green seedling, and her scalp would suddenly hurt.