Luo Xi hurriedly grabbed the phone and found that the call had been ongoing for one hundred and sixty-seven minutes and was to be continued.
Luo Xi held the phone with trembling hands and spoke first, "Jing Mohao, are you there?"
There was no response from the other side, but the sound of shattering glass tiles came one after another.
Each sound was so clear and cruel, a hundred times crueler than the sound she heard downstairs at that time.
She finally knew why he called and why he refused to speak when the call was answered.
It's not that he is an idiot like himself and indulges in such an unreasonable ambiguous atmosphere, but that he doesn't realize what he is doing at all.
He's addicted again I wonder if he realized something was wrong with his body during the dance that night.
Why does he insist on dancing with himself?
Doesn’t he know how painful it is when he is poisoned?
Even if all his memories were lost after he was poisoned, he would never forget the feeling of suffering.
He will never cherish himself and will only do whatever he wants.
The rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, washing away the clear glass and turning it into a blur.
From the phone, the man's unbearable hysterical roars were continuously heard, followed by a new round of bombardment, completely covering up the pouring rain outside the window, impacting Luoxi's fragile heart in the dark night.
"Jing Mohao" Luo Xi pursed her lips and tears fell without warning.
She couldn't imagine what Jingrui Palace was like now, and whether he could survive this poisonous attack.
Why is she not the one suffering?
"Hao."
Jian Qing's clear voice came from the phone.
"Get out!"
The man roared so loudly that Jian Qing did not dare to say another word.
Oh shit.
Where did Luoxi go last time?
I couldn't drive them away last time.
Where have they gone now?
Immediately photograph a warship and retrieve it for him The man slapped his palm on a puddle of glass debris on the table, clenching his fist tightly and soaking it in bright red.
Jian Qing's pupils narrowed and she immediately took a step forward, but then stopped.
His reason told him that at this time, he could not listen to anyone speaking.
I want him to vent on his own.
Only he can resist the bone-eroding pain he is experiencing now.
Luo Xi's hands were shaking anxiously on the other end of the phone.
She tried to call Jian Qing, maybe she could be of some help.
"Jian Qing" Luo Xi shouted into the microphone at the highest volume, "Jian Qing, I am Luo Xi, can you hear me?"
There was no response.
Luo Xi immediately hung up the phone.
Even though she wanted to extend the call record, she still hung up.
Then he opened the address book and dialed the phone number again.
Jing Mohao didn't turn on the speakerphone, so the sound of the call couldn't be heard outside, but if she called again, there would always be a ringtone or vibration that could attract Jian Qing's attention.
In the dark room, the moonlight was shattered by the rain, and only slivers of light shone into the room.
Suddenly, the screen on the table lit up, and the vibration caused the phone to rotate slightly.
Jian Qing shook her head and looked around.
Just as she was about to take a step forward, the man overtook her and picked her up first.
An anxious female voice on the other end couldn't wait to hear, "Jian Qing, this is Luo Xi, how is Jing Mohao doing now?"
Luoxi Luoxi is here He knew she didn't dare not come: