While Qiao Lingxiang was talking, the security check was bitten. The wound on her face was gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Originally, this security checker seemed a little unconscious, but under the support of the physical ability input by Qiao Lingxiang, she felt that she was full of energy.

He looked at Qiao Ling gratefully, not knowing what to say for a moment, but Qiao Lingxiang had already withdrawn her hand and leaned weakly on Cen Yi's shoulder, not even wanting to say another word.

Seeing her like this, Cen Yi could no longer wait. He hugged Qiao Lingxiang and clearly felt that she was getting lighter and lighter. He hurriedly carried Qiao Lingxiang into a car in the basement and placed her in the passenger seat. While wearing a seat belt for her, he said to Zhao Dalong:

"Uncle Zhao, I want to bring an energy crystal to it first..."

Before the meaning was over, Cen Yi looked at the chubby city management system administrator who was caught by the security check.

Zhao Dalong immediately understood. He waved to Cen Yi, turned around, and kicked the fat administrator beside him, directly in front of Cen Yi.

The fat administrator immediately cried and begged for mercy.

Cen Yi grabbed the fat administrator without saying a word and stuffed him into the back seat of the car.

When Cen Yi sat in the driver's seat, he looked at Qiao Lingxiang who was lying in the passenger seat and bent over. He pressed her clothes tighter, then stretched out his palm and placed one hand at the keyhole of the car in the car.

The metal car keyhole turned itself, and the car was started amid the fat manager in the back seat yelling in horror. Cen held the steering wheel with one hand and held Qiao Lingxiang's hand with the other. He stepped on the accelerator under his feet and drove the car out of the basement.

One night passed, and the sun had already come out. When I waited for it to leave the basement, Cen Yi took Qiao Lingxiang out of the passenger seat of the car, placed her on a roadside bench full of fallen leaves, squatted in front of her, and asked:

"Is it better? The sun is coming out, will it not be that cold?"

Qiao Lingxiang, who didn't feel much better at all, still had dizzy head. Her eyes had no focus anymore. She could only look at Cen Yi in a blur, but still said with a forced smile:

"Yeah, it's much better."

Then, Qiao Lingxiang raised her spirits and explained to Cen Yi:

"The sun is very good today. Brother Cen Yi, please call Brother Long and ask him to move Brother Zhengqing out of the car and let him take him out to the sun."

"Okay, I'll beat you, don't worry so much, I'll beat you."

Cen Yi raised his hand and fiddled with the hair on Qiao Lingxiang's face. Seeing her like this, she felt very painful and painful in her heart.

She must have never seen what she looks like now. Even when she is the most embarrassing and saddest, she has never been so listless.

Cen Yi has known Qiao Lingxiang for so long, but he has never seen her appearance. He looks like he is not angry anymore.

Withdrew his hand, Cen Yi got up, returned to the side of the car, opened the door in the back seat of the car, pulled out the fat administrator inside, and strode and dragged it to Qiao Lingxiang.

She sat in a slant on the chair, lifted her eyelids, and knew what Cen Yi meant, and he wanted her to absorb energy.

But in fact, Qiao Lingxiang's energy is enough now. She just gave the security check check that John Wang bit her more than ten kilograms of fat energy, and she still has more than 130 kilograms.

This is not a disease that can be cured immediately by absorbing energy.

On the long street of Chu Nuan, the golden sun shrouded a dilapidated scene. In order to relieve Cen Yi, Qiao Lingxiang still reached out and took away 30 kilograms of energy from the fat manager who was shouting and crying.

Then he tilted his body and almost fell off the bench.

She was caught by Cen Yi, her face pressed against his arms, and she felt inexplicably at ease and said in a low voice:

"Brother Cen Yi, don't run around, let me lean on it, I'm very dizzy now."

Qiao Lingxiang doesn’t remember the last time she got sick and was taken care of? In her memory, there seems to be a warm memory that has never been taken care of.

The first time I was asked about my well-being like this, I was nervous and treated like a fragile doll. It was quite fresh for Qiao Lingxiang.

It's so fresh that it's a little greedy.

Cen Yi hugged her tightly, sat on the bench together, reached out to rub the soft hair on her head, and said softly:

"Don't be there, I won't go anywhere."

He raised his eyes again and saw the fat administrator who had obviously lost a lot of weight and was about to run away. Cen Yi raised his hand and a chain twisted from behind him, flew towards the fat administrator, tied him up, and prevented him from running again.

After a while, two little mice came around and sniffed into the popular place. Before they could get close to the fat administrator crying on the ground, they were nailed to death by Cen Yi's two golden needles.

He still hugged Qiao Lingxiang motionlessly, sat on the bench, looked down at Qiao Lingxiang, and then carefully watched the movements around him.

The dizzy Qiao Lingxiang didn't know how dangerous there were around her.

Before, there was no crisis near the system building, but because John Wang ate all the little mice around him. Now John Wang is gone, and there is a nemesis that hunts and kills mice. The lonely little mice nearby are coming here one after another.

Cen Yi promised Qiao Lingxiang, and she would not move. No matter how many little mice came, Cen Yi's golden needles were silently nailed to the little mice like rogues, and then entered the little mice's body, swam, and took away the relics from their bodies.

He sat here, and he didn't know how many relics he had obtained just as big as rice grains.

After a while, Zhao Dalong came out of the basement and found Cen Yi and Qiao Ling who were sitting on the bench on the roadside. He looked around the bodies of the little mice around him and asked Cen Yi again,

"How is Xiangxiang?"

“It’s still a fever.”

Cen Yi kept holding Qiao Lingxiang, and she was already asleep leaning against his arms.

Zhao Dalong bent down and touched the child's forehead. It was still very hot, and said to Cen Yi:

"Have you been hugging me for a long time? I'll let her rely on you for a while. She's tired enough, just so I'll take this time to let her rest."

"She told me not to run around. It's okay, Uncle Zhao, I'll just keep her."

Cen Yi refused to let go. He was afraid that something would happen if he handed over Qiao Lingxiang to someone else. Yes, he wanted to accompany her. Although he could not do more for her, Cen Yi could still do it with her to win this war against the virus.

Seeing that he insisted, Zhao Dalong didn't force himself, and sighed again, turned around and sat on the other part of the bench, sitting next to Qiao Lingxiang, looking at the dilapidated scenery in the distance.

After a while, Zhao Dalong suddenly spoke and said:
Chapter completed!