Ning Zhiyuan only felt the hum of his head, and the whole person froze. The dark pupil slightly enlarged, and the voice changed.

"what's wrong with you, beauty? What are you talking about! How can you die! "

Ning Zhiyuan's voice is curt and scolding Li Jiaren, but there seems to be a trace of tremor in it.

on the other side of the phone, Li Jia's cry didn't stop. Instead, she cried even louder. Across the phone, he could hear her cry.

"Hmmm I don't know. I suddenly shed a lot of blood. Zhiyuan, am I going to die? "

"blood? Why does it bleed? Where are you now?...