"Give me some fun, Zhao Xiaohan!"

Touching the blood at the corner of his mouth, the sniper spoke without much panic or much fear. When he chose to be a sniper, he knew that sooner or later, he would die in the hands of others and walk by the river often, so how could he not wet his shoes?

"You know what I want to ask." Zhao Xiaohan smiled, slashed his sword, and slowly moved it to his neck: "Tell me, who instructed you?"

"You know, I won't say it." The sniper laughed, then shook his head and said, "I'm not afraid of death, but I won't betray the employer!"

"Is that true?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled again, turned around, glanced at the Yinshen around, and smiled and said, "Take him back, no matter what method you use tonight, ask who the person behind the scenes is. By the way, don't kill him, save his life, and leave it to A Niu to do it yourself!"

After the words fell, Zhao Xiaohan turned around and left. The moment he finished speaking, several hidden killers took action at the same time. In just a moment, the sniper had no power to fight back. Of course, more people were looking at Zhao Xiaohan's silence in silence. If Zhao Xiaohan hadn't stepped forward and used his body to pull out the sniper, how could they find the sniper's hiding place?

In the distance, the sirens kept ringing, and it was obvious that someone called the police and called.

Wu Bin had already walked away from the back door with the sniper. Behind him, 007 and 009 followed silently, not daring to step forward. They knew that as long as Zhao Xiaohan could move a step, he would never want them to support him. That was his personality and his pride!

"Xiaohan, what's wrong with you?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears. When he heard this sound, Zhao Xiaohan raised his head and smiled a little reluctantly. His lips were already a little dry and cracked. Where was the charm and spirit of the sniper just standing in front of the sniper and waving his sword?

The person coming was Han Ling'er. Seeing Zhao Xiaohan covered in blood, she was startled and rushed forward without hesitation, her eyes full of panic.

"I'm fine, why haven't you left yet?"

Zhao Xiaohan spoke softly, his voice a little dry. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Han Ling'er quickly stopped coming forward and helped him: "Someone just shot, I hid, you're shot, aren't you?"

"It seems." Zhao Xiaohan touched his chest with a wry smile, as if he felt that he was getting less and less strength in his body.

"Ah? You were really shot? I'll take you to the hospital, you can hold on!" As he said that, Han Ling'er held Zhao Xiaohan's arm and walked towards the door. Her right hand was still gently holding his back. Feeling Han Ling'er's right hand touching, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly heard the voice of the inner demon in his heart: "Ha, boy, it's not bad, you are still alive. It seems that I don't have to come out this time!"

Zhao Xiaohan had no interest in talking nonsense to him about the voice of the inner demon. He instinctively walked forward with Han Ling'er's steps. However, when he had just taken a step forward, suddenly, his body shook, and he felt a stream of heat pushing upwards. He opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood!

"Xiaohan, don't scare me, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away, Xiaohan!"

In his ear, Han Ling'er roared hard, and tears flowed out in a bad mood. Looking at Han Ling'er's familiar cheeks, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly remembered the scene when he first met her, and the passionate kisses of the two of them in the Internet cafe. Slowly, her face became clearer and clearer in his mind, while his eyes were looking more and more blurred and blurred...

Immediately afterwards, his consciousness began to blur, as if his body was slowly losing consciousness, and it seemed that he got into a car, and someone seemed to be talking in his ear, but he didn't know who was talking. Later, slowly, everything became quiet...

In the end, he seemed to know nothing, but before he fell asleep, he seemed to vaguely see Han Ling'er holding his body. She seemed to be crying, and she was crying so heartbroken. He wanted to reach out and wipe her tears, but his eyes turned dark and fainted.

...

...

This sleep made me sleep very hard.

When Zhao Xiaohan woke up, he felt sore all over his body, especially a certain place on his chest, which was almost about to tear him apart. Even if he just wanted to move slightly, it would cause a tear-like pain, which forced him to lie there quietly.

He woke up, but he didn't open his eyes.

He felt that he seemed to have no strength to open his eyelids.

However, he seemed to smell a pungent disinfection smell. Needless to ask, he knew that he had come to the hospital again.

In an instant, the previous memories poured into his mind like a sniper's bullet in a shopping mall, and he fainted. Before that, he seemed to have met Han Ling'er, as if Han Ling'er was still holding him and crying?

"Hiss..."

When Zhao Xiaohan tried hard to open his eyes, he felt the sun was dazzling. Then, he couldn't help but gasp. The place where he entered his eyes was white. There was no place that was not white. Outside the window, the sun was dazzling. When Zhao Xiaohan subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, a woman's scream suddenly sounded in his ear: "Are you awake, Xiaohan?"

"Yeah." Zhao Xiaohan nodded, turned his head and saw a woman in a pink long skirt with a ponytail, looking playful and cute, like a little girl next door. However, it seemed that her eyes were covered with bloodshot and looked a little haggard.

This woman is nothing else, she is Han Ling'er that Zhao Xiaohan saw before she fell into a coma.

"God bless you, you finally woke up, I'm so worried!" Seeing Zhao Xiaohan wake up, a bright smile appeared on Han Ling'er's face. Looking at Han Ling'er's bright smile, Zhao Xiaohan was a little dazed for a moment. Han Ling'er in front of him looked a little different.

But he couldn't tell what was different.

"How long have I been sleeping?" As he spoke, Zhao Xiaohan moved for a moment and wanted to sit down, but unexpectedly, the moment he had just moved, a tear-like pain suddenly came from the wound on his chest, making him no longer dare to move. Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's frowning expression, Han Ling'er hurriedly stepped forward and slowly entrusted his body. While helping him sit up, she said softly: "You have been unconscious for three days and three nights!"
Chapter completed!