Inferior pampering

Chapter 113

　　The cat exhausted all its strength and knocked over the coffin. The two hugged each other across the coffin, one was cold and the other was hot.

　　He Zhuo had a high fever and was unconscious. He thought he was hugging him in a dream: "Am I already dead, or do I have to return to the light..."

　　Ji Tingyu's heart was about to burst, and he shook his head desperately.

　　"It's not dead, it's not dead, I'm just hugging you."

　　He Zhuo smiled, spoke slowly, and breathed slowly, just like he did in front of his tomb before skydiving in his previous life: "Why are you running in such a hurry, you bleed a lot, you don't know how to take care of yourself, let me How can you rest assured?"

　　Ji Tingyu spoke in a hurry without thinking.

　　"I found a new team doctor, a quality assessment, and I asked him a question, what is the last feeling before a person is burned to death? He said it would be very hot."

　　"Then you fire him."

　　"Why?"

　　He Zhuo was silent.

　　"Because you only feel cold before you burn to death. I tried."

　　Ji Tingyu's tears burst out instantly.

　　So what you just saw is true.

　　He has suffered all the crimes he suffered in his previous life, he knows how painful it is to have a broken leg, how inconvenient it is to be deaf, he knows that poison can cause hallucinations, and he knows that he will feel cold before being burned to death. He used these to snatch himself out of the dead end where all hope was lost, and protect him all the way to the present.

　　"Actually... I have forgiven you a long time ago."

　　The cat rubbed against him with trembling ear tips, and said word by word: "Mr. Zang said that only if I come back willingly can I be reborn. Then from the moment I chose to come back with you, I have forgiven you. I was so scared, so If I want to be free, I still choose to go with you and walk the whole journey again. But you used yourself to eliminate my pain, so I forgot all about it..."

　　He Zhuo blinked, stunned in confusion, his adam's apple rolled up and down: "How do you know—"

　　Before he finished speaking, he fell forward in a daze.

　　"Brother!" Ji Tingyu widened his eyes in fright, and quickly caught him.

　　In that second, my breathing suddenly froze, and my mouth was trembling: "Don't do this...don't do this...we've come here so hard, don't leave me..."

　　The shoulder was poked by a guilty finger.

　　Sanka, who really wanted to pretend that he didn't exist, reminded: "Director Ji, he seems to be... just having a fever."

　　The cat's watery eyes froze for a moment.

　　"...f-fever?"

　　Reaching out to touch his forehead, it was really hot.

　　Hold your breath again and touch your neck, the pulse is still there.

　　Ji Tingyu was suddenly discouraged, hugged him into his arms and rubbed his ear tips, then glared at Sangka: "What did you give him to drink?"

　　"..." Sanka's ingratiating smile still froze on his face, Xin Dao knew it was this attitude and didn't tell you just now.

　　But he didn't want to offend the God of Plague, so he quickly explained: "Just a little something for sleeping, it will let him sleep, I think he's not mentally normal, and he's wearing the badge of the reporter department, so I want to knock him out and take him down , sent to your base."