Some of the passers-by who helped rescue Xia Zhihuai were helping to call an ambulance. The kind person who just helped Wanwan carry the person down also helped Xia Zhihuai take out the mobile phone that fell on his lap.

Unexpectedly, just as I was about to help contact the family, a phone call came.

Wanwan looked up at him answering the phone, then looked down at Xia Zhihuai, who was covered in blood. Panic and confusion flashed in her eyes. She grabbed his hand and began to transfer the spiritual energy in her body to him desperately.

Just as she was pouring spiritual energy into her, a hand suddenly grasped her wrist and removed her palm from Xia Zhihuai's arm.

"Okay, Little Taozi, leave this to me."

The man's clear voice sounded in Wanwan's ears.

Wanwan looked up and saw his white clothes, and smelled a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

The man slowly knelt down and gently pressed his left hand on Xia Zhihuai's chest.

In just a short moment, the bleeding from Xia Zhihuai's wound miraculously stopped.

Wanwan was so tired that she sat on the ground and stared at him with wide eyes, but she couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

It just feels a bit familiar.

"You've been staring at me for so long and you still don't recognize me?" The man turned back and smiled at her.

Wanwan: "..."

"My surname is Bai, please call me brother Qingyi."

Wanwan opened her mouth and suddenly realized: "Brother Fox."

Bai Qingyi's head was covered with black lines and she sighed helplessly.

He picked up Xia Zhihuai from the ground, looked at the ambulance that had arrived at the scene, and placed him directly on the stretcher.

After putting Xia Zhihuai into the ambulance, he waved to Wanwan: "You brothers and sisters are lucky this time. I happen to be nearby. Come here and let's follow the car to the hospital."

Wanwan ran to him wearing socks. Bai Qingyi picked her up and got her into the ambulance.

After the carriage door closed, the nurse on the side handed over a mobile phone.

"This is the patient's mobile phone, please take it."

Bai Qingyi took the phone and stuffed it into Wanwan's pocket. She lowered her eyes and looked at Xia Zhihuai, who was lying on the stretcher without knowing anyone else, and shook her head gently.

Wanwan sat on Bai Qingyi's lap and remained silent, her little hands tightly holding the corners of her clothes, staring at Xia Zhihuai unblinkingly.

It wasn't until the person was pushed into the rescue room that Wanwan spoke slowly, with a cry in her voice: "Brother will be fine, right?"

Bai Qingyi sat on the chair and stretched out her legs lazily: "I am also the most powerful nine-tailed fox after all. Now that I am here, how can I let him get into trouble?"

"You little peach, who are you looking down on?"

Wanwan sat on a chair nearby, still not daring to relax.

Her body was dirty, there was blood everywhere, and the socks under her feet were almost falling off.

Bai Qingyi looked at her face that was stained with blood, waved his hand over her body, and her whole body instantly became clean.

"Okay, you are a little fairy after all. Your brother can't die. There is a saying in this world, it is called disaster that will last for thousands of years."

"Your brother is considered a pest in the heaven. Even if your leaves are completely bald, your brother will probably continue to harm the immortals in the heaven."

Wanwan: "..."

"Besides, even if he has experienced calamity, he is not an ordinary person. The King of Hell does not dare to accept him, and the Commander-in-Chief does not dare to change his life span. What are you worried about?"

Wanwan looked at her clean palms, pursed her lips and said, "But it's just scary."

Bai Qingyi saw her eyes were red, and she suddenly felt like she was facing a formidable enemy: "Save your time, I won't coax a cub like you."

"The situation just now looked scary."

"Think about it, although your brother is a mortal now, since you are in the lower realm, you can still appear by his side in time when he is in danger, and no matter what, he will not be left dead."

"What's more, he has a noble person to help him this time."

"Besides, what if he dies once?"

"As long as the body he used to endure the calamity is still there... you send a message to Siming, and he will immediately resurrect you on the spot and perform ten backflips for you on the spot."

Wanwan's tears suddenly stopped, her mind turned around, and she instantly felt that what he said made sense.

Yes.

My brother is not under the control of the underworld.

Siming also hoped that his brother would succeed in overcoming the disaster this time and would not cause trouble for him when he returned.

So Siming will definitely try his best to clean up his brother's mess.

So why is she crying?

Wanwan sat blankly on the chair, a little confused for a moment.

Why did she not feel sad instantly when Brother Nine-Tailed Fox said it?

After thinking for a few seconds, Wanwan felt that she should still cry. She turned her head and said with tears in her eyes: "But my brother will be in pain..."

Bai Qingyi stared at her dumbfounded, and couldn't help but stretched out her fingers and flicked Wanwan's head.

"He has rough skin and thick flesh. If you feel sorry for him, you might as well feel sorry for the damaged car."

The tearful little Wanwan: "..."

real.

She suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for her brother to want to beat Uncle Fox.
Chapter completed!