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

Qinya Garden

When Mo Zixuan arrived, he saw several men rescue two people from the swimming pool.

One of the men was performing CPR on Nangong Jing, while Jin Yu was crying heartbreakingly, holding a man's hand, and kept calling her mother...

And Jiang Heng and the others were also crying bitterly...

When he saw the girl he loved the most was lying on the ground wet all over, her white hair sticking together, her whole body glowing with lifelessness.

His face was as white as paper, he staggered, and almost fell down, but fortunately the bodyguard next to him supported him.

The thing I was most afraid of happened still happened, and the tears I held back flowed out of my eyes uncontrollably.

For a while, the scene was chaotic...

Qiaoqian pressed out all the accumulated water in Nangong Jing's lungs, gave him a heart-relief pill, and sent him to the emergency room with several other doctors.

Jinyu looked at Jian Junxi, who was not breathing, and at Qiaoqian, who had already run away. She didn't know who to follow?
Wen Hao, Ji Zhong and others rushed over after receiving the news, seeing that Jian Junxi was not breathing, they didn't have time to be sad, Wen Hao raised his fist and was about to beat Lin Jifeng.

Looking at his bruised face, Ji Zhong obviously only had his last breath left, and the old tears held him back.

Mo Zixuan seemed to have been sucked out of his soul, and kept sitting on the spot holding Jian Junxi's body, not letting anyone touch it...

There seems to be a chilling death in the air...

When Wen Hao found out that Jian Junxi was not breathing, he squatted aside, covering his face and crying, as if his backbone had been broken, and he didn't know what to do in the future...

"Mom... woo woo woo..." Jin Yu's tears kept falling out like beads that had been unthreaded, and she stretched out her hands cautiously, holding her left hand.

Mo Zixuan's eyes were slightly startled, seeing that it was a little guy, he didn't stop him.

Ji Zhong suddenly noticed the red dragon on her arm.

In the past few months, the dragon seemed to be melted by the sun, and its color became lighter and lighter, as if reminding everyone that the dragon would disappear soon.

But today, this dragon seemed to have been given a new life by someone, and suddenly it was red and dazzling like fire.

Ji Zhong was full of blood, his eyes were full of excitement, and he shouted anxiously: "Zixuan, hurry up, send the young master to the intensive care unit."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Mo Zixuan looked at the old man in confusion.

"I think... the young master will be resurrected again!" Ji Zhong guessed with deep eyes.

"Really...really?" Jinyu asked in disbelief.

Mo Zixuan and Wen Hao also had stunned and expectant faces, and the tears in their eyes were still wet...

"It's not that the resurrection from the dead has never happened to her. Look at this dragon..." Ji Zhong pointed to her arm as he said.

When everyone saw that the red dragon had changed color, they were a little shocked, and now they could only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor, so Mo Zixuan sent him to the intensive care unit.

Qiaoqian skillfully rejuvenated and pulled Nangong Jing back from the ghost gate. Although her life was out of danger, her breathing was still very weak, so she was sent to the intensive care unit.

The two were lying on the left and the right, with the same blood color on their faces, and the same dead air surrounding their bodies.

The only difference is that one person's electrocardiogram showed a straight line without breathing, while the other person's electrocardiogram was weakly floating, and the will to survive was not strong...

The people guarding the ward looked at Jian Junxi nervously, waiting for the miracle at this moment, they only felt a heart jumping into their throats.