The people around him were startled and hurriedly surrounded him.

In this Confucian world, the warmth of human nature can be seen everywhere, and social indifference and indifference are not mainstream values. Of course, there are also many people watching the show.

So soon some people began to lower their bodies to explore what happened in Wen Donglai.

"This man can faint even while walking. Does any of you know him?"

"I don't know."

"Looking at his thin body and pale complexion, he must have fainted from hunger."

"This is the world of great harmony. How could someone faint from hunger? To me, he looked like he was fainted from shock."

"Look for his family, brother, where is your home and who is there, let's go and notify them." A kind person asked in Wen Donglai's ear, but no one dared to touch him.

"Why are we looking for family members? It's more important to save people. Send them directly to the hospital." Someone stretched out his hand to carry Wen Donglai away.

Wen Donglai's eyelids sank, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a girl in the distance wearing a pair of floral shoes. He used his last strength and called softly: "Kuzhu, save me..."

"Kuzhu, which one of you is Kuzhu?" The crowd immediately exploded, and the sound spread far and wide.

In the distance, the little girl wearing floral shoes stared at everything in front of her without saying a word. When she heard Wen Donglai calling her name, there was a strong surprise in her eyes, and there was even a hint of surprise.

A hint of inexplicable meaning.

But soon, she changed into a shy look, her cheeks turned red, and she murmured blankly: "What happened? Is there someone with the same name as me?"

She stood on tiptoes and looked inside, and could only vaguely see a person lying on the ground, unconsciously muttering Kuzhu, Kuzhu...

She simply pushed aside the crowd and got in. When she saw the thin and short figure, a trace of worry appeared in her eyes.

At this time, two men were afraid that something serious would happen to him, so they kindly turned his body over, revealing a pale and immature face full of dirt.

When he turned the man over, Ku Zhu's eyes were immediately fixed on that face.

"Brother Wen..." Kuzhu looked frightened, got into the crowd, knelt on the ground, held Wen Donglai's head in his arms, and took out a fragrant handkerchief to wipe the dirt from his mouth.

soil.

"Kuzhu, it's really you, how wonderful..." Wen Donglai was almost on his deathbed, his slightly closed eyes flashed with joy, and then closed completely.

Kuzhu has a young and fragile girl's heart. She was confused and immediately remembered the scene of her mother dying in her arms. It was so similar to this. Her heart was violently cramped, and big tears rolled down her eyes.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, don't scare me, Kuzhu is timid... wuwu..."

She hugged Wen Donglai's head tightly, looked around in panic, and begged earnestly: "Uncle and auntie, please do me a favor. Go to Yuoke Building for me and call my sister to come and help me. Please help me."

You guys..."

An aunt felt her heart soften when she saw her delicate and lovely appearance, and comforted her: "Don't worry, little girl. What is your sister's name? I'll call it for you."

"Her name is Mo Yanyu, the young lady from Mo Mansion."

The onlookers were whispering to each other, and it turned out to be the young lady of the Mo family, a great benefactor and great benefactor of Kuru Town.

Judging from the little girl's expression, the boy who fainted on the ground must have a close relationship with the Mo family.

"Little girl, just wait, I'll call someone for you right away."

Immediately, several people trotted into the Yue Ke Building next to it.

Kuzhu saw that Wen Donglai's hands were getting colder and colder, and she felt nervous and painful. She sighed and kept rubbing her hands for Wen Donglai.

When Wen Donglai rubbed his hands, they were so white that no trace of blood could be seen, as if all the blood in his body had been drained instantly.

At the same time, the two people who were fighting crickets in Xiaoshi County froze.

Hao Qiqai, who had the eyes of a cunning fox, and Zheng Nianqing, who had the face of a lone wolf, looked at each other and saw the same look in each other's eyes.

Hao Qiqiao frowned and smiled bitterly: "We seem to have gone too far. The first intelligence report shows that it is Yin Stem and Branch Sequence 4-4 Confucianism, so we should set off."

"I'm afraid our eyes and ears are in danger. I hope we won't go too late like last time."

Zheng Nianqing's tone was cold, his index finger straightened like ink on a pen, and with a slight movement, the two biting crickets on the ground bit each other even more ferociously. In the blink of an eye, both sides were injured. They lay down on the ground, kicked their little legs slightly, and then

Not moving anymore.

"Let's go, it's our turn." Hao Qiqiao spoke boldly, but his eyes were as calm as the water without ripples.

Zheng Nianqing's eyes turned slightly red: "Ears and Eyes, if you can't make it through, don't worry, we will avenge you."

"There is spirit in writing, and heaven and earth seal it with speed."

A ray of light burst out from between their eyebrows, causing changes in the world. It was as if someone had installed a motor on their buttocks, and the two of them flew away like arrows.

The strong wind blew the two corpses of crickets on the ground into the air. If anyone looked carefully, they would definitely find that they were just two dots of ink.

On the other hand, look at Kuru Town.

Soon, a girl wearing a bathrobe and wooden clogs emerged from the Yue Ke Building with a group of sturdy young men, and followed several messengers to Kuzhu.

"Kuzhu, what's wrong with you?"

Kuzhu was overjoyed, looked at Mo Yanyu, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his little hand, put on a look of strength hidden in weakness, and said eagerly: "Sister, Brother Wen, he..."

Mo Yanyu lowered her eyebrows and glanced at Wen Donglai's pale face. Her heart sank. She didn't expect that he would be lying on the street, and she didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

No matter what, let’s carry the person in first.

She was thinking calmly, so she raised her hand to stop Kuzhu from continuing to speak, arranging everything with a logic that was beyond ordinary people and ordinary times.

"Carry him in and ask Doctor Xu to come over and take a look at him."

Several young and strong young men carried Wen Donglai back to Yueke Building with ease and ease.

If Wen Donglai was still awake, he would crawl out desperately.

The theatergoers around watched them enter the Shengyun Staircase. Mo Yanyu ordered Kuzhu to reward the few enthusiastic folks who had just delivered the news. Then the onlookers turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.

A group of people carried Wen Donglai into Mo Yanyu's Tianzi guest room like stars over the moon, and then stayed there, motionless, as if they were waiting for someone's words.

The only fragrant couch in this guest room is where Mo Yanyu rests. Many people come in for the first time, and they don't know where to put Wen Dong.

At this time, everyone's eyes were just looking around, exclaiming inwardly that the incense room of Fairy Kuru was so beautiful.

Mo Yanyu glanced at him and said softly: "Put him on the bed."

"good."

At this time, most of them had an idea, what is the relationship between this unconscious young man and Mo Yanyu.

Kuzhu saw that their attack was neither gentle nor heavy, so he shouted urgently: "Put it down gently."

As he spoke, he trotted forward and put a soft cushion under Wen Donglai's head to prevent him from being knocked. His movements were delicate and gentle, which aroused the envy of several teenagers.

"Thank you, you go and do your work first." Mo Yanyu said goodbye to the guests.
Chapter completed!