Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1745 How is he doing?
Everyone needs her and relies on her, how much can that small shoulder carry?
How long can it be carried?Who will protect her?Who can protect her?

The only person who has the strength to protect her is also falling under her wings at this moment...

Jian Junxi's heart is haunted by all kinds of sorrows, like a cup of bitter wine that has entered his heart, and he dare not shake it.

Closing his eyes in pain, the facial features carefully carved by God are still beautiful, but his whole body exudes an exhausted atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, she moved her lips: "Give me my phone!"

"Okay!" Wen Hao took the mobile phone from the bedside table.

After Jian Junxi turned around and took it, he said Qinglie: "Take the vacuum isolation bag, go upstairs and put the person in the laboratory, let Grandpa Ji have a rest, I'll go and have a look later!"

"Okay!" Hearing what she said, Wen Hao turned around and walked out the door.

With a frosty face, Jian Junxi dialed Ouyang Yu's mobile phone number, perhaps because he had already rested, and there was no answer...

She had no choice but to dial Duanmujia's number, and the answer was almost instant, and she shouted urgently: "Jian Shao!"

Jian Junxi said very coldly: "What's going on?"

"Last night, he beat Xiao Yi violently and locked him in the dungeon. None of us were allowed to see him. He even said that it would be useless even if you came, because this is our family business!"

Duanmu Jiayue said that his throat became more and more choked, and he almost couldn't help crying out.

"Really?" The words that came out of Jian Junxi's thin lips carried a bone-chilling chill.

"Xiao Yi doesn't know what's wrong? Please help me... woo woo woo..." Duanmujia said at the end, unable to speak any more, broke down and burst into tears.

Her crying was very sad and indignant, but also very desolate, one after another, it was like a torrent coming out of a sluice, and it was hard to stop.

"Okay, he can't die, I'll go there later!" Jian Junxi's dark face was like the sky covered with dark clouds, as if he had no patience, he hung up the phone after speaking.

He closed his cold eyes and adjusted the turbulent irritability in his heart, then threw the phone back into his pocket.

I found a set of protective clothing from the closet and put it on directly outside. After everything was armed, I took the mask and prepared to go out.

When he put his hand on the doorknob, he remembered the unconscious Nangong Jing, turned around, and gave him a faint look.

The eyes under the glasses flickered like thousands of stars in the sky. Without saying a word, he opened the door and walked out. His back was as ruthless as ever.

It seemed that the girl who was crying because of love was just a dream, and in reality, it never happened at all!
As soon as Jian Junxi went out, he saw Wen Hao and Ji Zhong wearing masks pushing a person in from the outside.

The man was wrapped in a sealed bag, like a cold corpse, without any trace of popularity.

"Master!" Ji Zhong took off the mask on his face, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Jian Junxi took out some tissues and handed them to him, and asked lightly, "How is he doing?"

Wen Hao didn't dare to waste time, and pushed the man to the laboratory...

Ji Zhong took the tissue, wiped his sweat and said, "This old man has never seen this kind of poison, not even in medical books.
He is like a dead person, the only difference is that he still has a heartbeat, which is very weak and may stop at any time! "

Jian Junxi's brows were tightly furrowed, a look of surprise flashed across his dark eyes, his whole body was full of menace, and he said calmly: "Take a break, I'll go in and have a look!"

"It's okay, it's important to save people!" Ji Zhong put on his mask again, and followed her into the laboratory.

(End of this chapter)