The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"Little Tangjiao!"

Qiao Sen waved quickly.

"Brother Qiao Sen... Xiao Jingchuan, is Xiao Jingchuan here?"

Tang Jiao held the phone and supported his knees with both hands. His face was pale and he was panting.

"Yes, yes, you came at the right time."

Qiao Sen quickly reached out and took Tang Jiao's arm to help her up and lead her inside.

"Why did you run away like this? Do you know?"

Before Tang Jiao entered the arena, he could already hear the deafening shouts, indicating how crazy it was inside.

"Dawei! Give me some strength! Xiao Kedu has fought 11 times!"

"Yes, can you last 8 minutes?"

"Xiao!!! king!!! Mom loves you!!!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mamma Mia! What was that move just now?"

Tang Jiao stepped into the deafening sound.

Just in time to see Xiao Jingchuan lean back and throw a 1.9 meter tall man to the ground.

He also hit the ground panting.

Sweat dripped down his face and body like heavy rain.

Her short black hair was completely soaked, and it was messy and stuck to her sharp and handsome face.

The bright overhead light from the dome shone on Xiao Jingchuan, narrowing his deep, dark eyes.

The people in the audience cheered him wildly.

And he was lying on the ring, with his chest heaving violently, the bulging veins wrapped around his feet, and the scattered scars on his fair skin covered with a layer of wet sweat, dazzling and broken.

Tang Jiao's heart seemed to be suddenly squeezed by a hand.

A sharp stabbing pain spread from the heart to the limbs.

Her lips opened and closed, but her throat seemed to be pinched and she couldn't speak. She could only shake her hands, step forward quickly, and forcefully push away the crazy onlookers.

Qiao Sen quickly followed, shouting at the adrenaline-fueled men and women in the audience to get out of the way.

Tang Jiao quickly squeezed to the front. When she walked up the steps, Xiao Jingchuan's dark and empty eyes moved slightly.

The two looked at each other through the fierce shouts, the dazzling lights, and the wet sweat and tears in their eyelashes.

On his handsome face, his cheekbones, forehead, and corners of his mouth were all bruised and glaring bruises.

Xiao Jingchuan's arm hanging on the ground moved, and the fingers covered with fingerless gloves and covered with blood curled slightly.

Tears suddenly fell from Tang Jiao's eyes.

She ran up quickly, knelt down on the ground, and tightly grasped Xiao Jingchuan's hand with her fingers intertwined.

"Xiao Jingchuan——"

She trembled, avoiding the scars and caressing Xiao Jingchuan's wet side face with great distress.

The long black hair that was scattered like clouds shrouded the two of them, and all the noise and madness seemed to be isolated.

"No fighting, okay?"

Hot tears fell one drop at a time on his violently heaving chest.

"Brother Jingchuan."

"——I'll take you home, okay?"

The rough fingers, which were so hot that they were scalding, slowly tightened and firmly grasped Tang Zhi's thin, white and cold hand.

Her hands were also stained with blood.

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Qiongsen VIP room.

Qiao Sen put down the medical kit, closed the door and went out.

Tang Jiao opened the box and took out sterile cotton pads and tweezers.

He pulled Xiao Jingchuan's bloody right hand and tried to open his fist.

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to block it.

"Don't look at it, you'll get dizzy."

Tang Jiao was quiet for a moment and then said calmly: "I don't feel faint anymore."

She pushed his left hand away, used her thin fingers to open his wet and bloody fingers one by one, and gently opened the gauze wrapped very roughly, which was already red and black.

"How can someone who wants to be a doctor suffer from bleeding?"

There was silence in the side room for a while.

Xiao Jingchuan suddenly laughed briefly, with a bit of self-mockery.

"Yes, a lot of things have been missed."

Tang Jiao paused while holding cotton between his hands for disinfection.

She was only wearing a loose turtleneck cashmere sweater. She took off her coat when she came in and put it on the back of the chair.

Her thin neck hangs down, her fine bangs half cover her eyes, and her reddish eyes.

Under the light, there is a white softness, and an indescribable stubbornness.

"Now I know. I told you, so you didn't miss it."

With a twist of Tang Zi's tweezers, he threw the cotton ball, which was instantly dyed red again, into the tray.

He picked up another piece and pressed it gently but decisively on the bloody palm.

During this time, he never looked up.

Xiao Jingchuan was hastily draped in a slightly wrinkled white shirt, and his tight muscle lines had clear ravines, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

He stretched out his hand and stared at Tang Jiao's skillful movements with a keen eye.

"Wild bamboo shoots."

After a long time, he called her, his voice a little hoarse.

"Ah."

Tang Jiao responded naturally, holding his big palm that was slightly cold from blood loss with one hand, he unscrewed a bottle of medicinal powder with one hand and sprinkled it carefully.

If it weren't for the slight nasal sound in the short voice, her emotions would be almost imperceptible.

Xiao Jingchuan's straight shoulders and neck drooped slightly.

"...Jiaojiao, the clue is broken."

"Shi Wanbin is dead."

Tang Jiao made a movement, knotted the tightly and flat gauze, and cut it off.

Then he raised his head, looking at Xiao Jingchuan with soft eyes, and his thin fingers firmly and gently touched the side of his resolute face.

Tang Jiao's eyes were slightly red, full of gentle determination:

"I will accompany you."

In one sentence, the vulnerability in the man's eyes could no longer be hidden.

Xiao Jingchuan raised his hand to cover Tang Jiao's, and the pain, rage, disappointment, and resentment that had been suppressed in his deep eyes were all vented.

The handsome Wu Tao's face was even distorted for a moment, and his soul riddled with holes appeared at this moment.

"...I dream about tearing off his skin alive and beating his bones."

"If I can't find any evidence, how can I let him die? Ten years in prison for just economic crimes? It's too cheap for him."

Xiao Jingchuan's tone was gentle and his joints were trembling. He moved his eyes away from the blood-stained and cold tweezers and looked at Tang Jiao.

"Jiaojiao...how can he continue to live?"

In his deep eyes, childlike confusion flashed through, and cold, dark determination suddenly spread.

"I'm going to make him fall hard from the top, to hell."

"Then - struggle to die."

His face was calm, but every word he spoke was like crying blood.

Tang Jiao heard the hidden meaning in Xiao Jingchuan's words and quickly moved his hands forward to hug him tightly.

"There will be! There will definitely be evidence, and Skynet will not miss anything."

She was heartbroken and scared, fearing that Xiao Jingchuan would do something irreversible for revenge.

Xiao Jingchuan wanted to kill Xiao Rong. If there was no way to make him plead guilty and punished, he would kill Xiao Rong himself.

The more Tang Jiao thought about it, the more frightened he became. He tightly wrapped his hands around Xiao Jingchuan's waist, squeezing his slender knuckles until they turned white.

"Xiao Jingchuan, you can't do stupid things. Promise me that you can't leave me..."

"If we search together, we will definitely find evidence..."

The panic in the girl's voice was deep.

The crazy killing intent that was floating in Xiao Jingchuan's eyes slowly subsided and was suppressed by him.

One muscular arm hugged Tang Jiao's waist.

He said hoarsely: "No."

The big palm with knotted veins clasped the back of Tang Jiao's head, and his chiseled face was cut open by the light, leaving half light and half shadow.

"Jiaojiao, will always stand in my future."

The man's hoarse and slightly trembling voice revealed endless restraint and deep emotions, as if he was screaming for help.

"I will remember that you are the most important."