Watching this fight, Du Qingling raised the corners of her mouth, carrying Lu Xiaobao on her back without looking back.
The fight is still going on, but Du Qingling has lost interest.
Soon, countless people in Dongcheng were killed and injured, but they still couldn't do anything about Shuangsha. Two identical girls stood coldly, scanning the fallen people.
Even the river of blood could not arouse any emotion from them. The ice sculptures looked at each other and they knew that the girl had left.
"Xiaobao, are you okay?"
Looking at Lu Xiaobao who had woken up, Du Qingling asked softly, "Fortunately, the injury was not serious, otherwise... a cold and stern light flashed by."
It seems that she is still too weak here.
"It's okay. Here..."
I sat up and found a vast area of white. It turned out to be a hospital.
"Hey, have you had enough fun?"
Du Qingling lazily leaned against the wall and spoke out the window.
"Qing'er"
The blue shadow moon floated in from the window, yes, it floated in...
"Um..you-"
Lu Xiaobao was startled by Lan Yingyue's appearance again. She had already been severely injured, and now she was still mentally frightened. It was so pitiful.
Lan Yingyue looked at Lu Xiaobao quietly, her dark eyes showing nothing strange. Her silver hair was lightly tied with a red ribbon. She wore a fanatical red dress flamboyantly on her body. Her delicate face looked like a fairy.
"Take us out."
He twisted Lu Xiaobao, threw him into Lan Yingyue's arms, and then jumped out of the window first.
"good."
There was a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, like a gentleman. He followed Du Qingling and jumped out of the window.
He squeezed Lu Xiaobao, hugged Du Qingling's waist, and left the hospital without a trace in the snow.
"They're right here."
Bang - the door to the ward was opened, but the building was empty.