Fast Travel: Those Years of Saving Destiny

"sister"

This exclamation was obviously made with a lot of effort. Hearing it, Rong Ziying subconsciously wanted to cover her ears. Unfortunately, her arms were so weak that she was just sick, so she couldn't use any strength at all. She could only let Rong Luo's sharp voice attack. own eardrums.

"Sister, what's going on? Why are you being raped? What does uncle mean? Have you been abducted?"

There were several questions in a row, and Rong Ziying didn't know which one to answer first.

Although she wanted to find a reason to excuse herself, looking at Rong Luo's worried and serious look, she knew that if she couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, she was afraid that her sister would have to keep asking. After all, it was about Rong Luo will not be prevaricated about his own safety.

Sighing, Rong Ziying reached down and pressed down, signaling Rong Luo not to be so excited. Then she reached out and patted the bedside. After Rong Luo moved over and sat down, she explained, "I originally I only went to one country, thinking of leaving after buying something, but I didn’t expect to meet a businessman whose warehouse was not there, and several of his friends were engaged in foreign trade. They had many warehouses and a lot of goods. In addition, I had a few rough stones in my hand, so I wanted to take a trip, but I didn't expect that I was unlucky and ran into a bad guy. This is also the reason why my father and uncle were injured. If he hadn't blocked the knife for me, I was not so lucky, but even though I had no hands, my fingers were melted and fell on one of the rough stones. Then I got a storage space as a blessing in disguise, which can be regarded as providing a stable place for our post-apocalyptic life. Assure."

Speaking of this, Rong Ziying paused, slowly raised her hand and floated in the air, and then a ball of fire appeared on the tip of her finger. Although it was not big, the burning sensation was not negligible at all.

Looking at the fire in front of her, Rong Luo, who was so close, almost became cross-eyed. She rubbed her eyes, but the fire was still there.

Not only Rong Luo was quiet in the room, but even Uncle Rong was quieted by the fire.

Finally, it was Rong Luona's disbelieving voice that broke the silence in the room.

"So this is the fire power in the novel." The last note was obviously raised several times. There was no other way. Rong Luo was so shocked that he felt that even though he had worked hard for so long, he couldn't match the powerful aura of the heroine. Others can get a space by swiping their fingers. She fought tooth and nail to get her things back, and even lost her life several times.

However, envy is envy, but Rong Luo is not jealous. You must know that the most important thing for a person is to be content and have a stable mentality, so that he can live a better life.

You can be ambitious, but your ambition needs to be based on your own abilities, not on robbing others.

Rong Luo's calmness made Rong Ziying feel softer, and then she looked sharply at Uncle Rong at the end of the bed who had not yet recovered, "Dad, what do you think?"

Perhaps Rong Ziying's gaze was too sharp. Uncle Rong couldn't help but shudder. Then he waved his hands and explained, "I'm not greedy, I'm just too shocked. This has completely overturned my past. I I have never seen anything like this, not even in the movies."

Okay, after all, they are older people, and their ability to accept is not as good as that of young people. However, Uncle Rong did not have any bad thoughts, but Rong Ziying's mood relaxed a bit.

"Well, it should be obtained after fighting the virus. A Luo, you should pay attention to it recently and keep some medicine with you. Don't worry if you have a fever."

"Okay, I know, sister, drink some first when the porridge is cold." Rong Luo nodded obediently, then picked up the porridge on the bedside table and began to slowly feed it to Rong Ziying.

Although people with fever have little appetite, after what happened just now, Rong Ziying was in a better mood, so she ate most of the bowl under Rong Luo's feeding.

"A Luo, I don't want to eat. I still want to sleep for a while. But you have been busy for two days. You should go back to the house and rest for a while." Looking at the dark circles under Rong Luo's eyes, Rong Ziying hurriedly persuaded him to go back to the house and rest.

Seeing this, Uncle Rong at the end of the bed also advised him, "Yes, just go back to the room. Ziying is not feverish now, so she probably won't have another fever. You'd better get more sleep after staying up for two days. Otherwise, how can you have the energy to go out and look for supplies in two days?"

Although Uncle Rong's words were not pleasant to listen to, they touched the hearts of Rong Luo and Rong Ziying. Rong Luo and Rong Ziying immediately exchanged a few words and went back to their rooms.

As soon as Rong Luo left, Rong Ziying waved to Uncle Rong at the end of the bed, "Dad, go find the radio and collect more information. I think it will be restored tomorrow. You should also pay more attention to the monitoring. Don't get out of the trap, otherwise the three of us will be like the same bunch."

When Rong Ziying said this, Uncle Rong's face became serious, and he hurriedly promised, "Don't worry, I will keep an eye on it, and I will never let anything go wrong here." After saying that, he hurried out to find the monitoring room. .

After Rong Ziying left, a look of exhaustion appeared on her face again. She glanced at the closed door, slowly slid down, closed her eyes, and began to rest.

Perhaps because a person with a fever is tired, Rong Ziying fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up again, she was awakened by the movement next door. Thinking of Rong Luo who lived next door, Rong Ziying couldn't lie still, so she suppressed the soreness in her body and walked over quickly.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Rong Luo lying on the bed with his face flushed and groaning. Uncle Rong beside him was busy giving medicine and wiping his face.

But how on earth had he ever taken care of someone? He wiped his face but didn't wring out the towel, leaving water stains on Rong Luo's face. Some of the water stains even slid down along the lines of the skin and wet the other person's head. pillow under.

"No, are you wiping your face or washing your pillow?" Rong Ziying looked at it twice and couldn't stand it anymore. She hurriedly stepped forward and took the towel from Uncle Rong's hand, then wring out the water and put it on Rong Luo's forehead.

The pillow underneath was wet, and even the collar of Rong Luo's pajamas was wet. Rong Ziying held her forehead helplessly and could only direct Uncle Rong to find clean sheets and pajamas in the closet.

Uncle Rong touched the tip of his nose awkwardly. Knowing that he was in the wrong, he obediently went to rummage in the closet.

Later, after Rong Ziying changed Rong Luo's clothes, he stepped forward to help them make the bed and change the bedding.

Compared with Rong Ziying's fever, which lasted for three days, Rong Luo's fever came and went quickly, and completely subsided in the early morning.

As soon as Rong Luo's fever subsided, but before Rong Ziying could say anything, Uncle Rong couldn't wait to come forward and said, "A Luo, A Luo, what kind of superpower do you have?"