After Gavin kicked Wu Fang away, his hand held Xu Weihui’s wounds for the first time, preventing blood from flowing out. He dared not move her easily and squatted down, letting her lean on him. Arms.
The blood bleeds more and more, and the blood on Xu Xiawei’s face quickly fades away, pale as paper, his eyes loosen a little, his eyelids gradually pressing down.
“Wanda, look at me!” Gavin’s voice was low and dumb, no longer indifferent to the past, and the speed of speech was extremely fast, for fear that she would not hear the same.
As if he heard his voice, Victor rolled his eyes hard, but the line of sight she looked at had no focus, and soon her eyelids continued to close again.
Gavin’s voice rang again, “Wanda, don’t sleep! No sleep! No hearing!”
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