"Is anyone?"

"Where have people died?"

"Should-"

"Bang!"

Zhou Mingbao's voice came to an abrupt end.

He still maintained the posture of throwing his pillow before, but his whole body was stiff.

Just now, just now, a ray of lightning struck the pillow he threw on the ground.

Flying feathers are still floating in the air.

His eyes widened.

What's going on?

OK, how could this thunder strike into the house?

"Guru~"

He swallowed hard and slowly straightened up.

"Ha ha."

He pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed dryly.

"A coincidence?"

Has he been in a bad luck recently?

"It's so unlucky."

"Why did all the unlucky things hit me?"

"Stacked by lightning?"

"That damn Wang Shuo should be struck by lightning!"

"Bang~"

Another thunder blasted into the house.

Leave on his bedside.

A charred piece appeared on the ground.

Zhou Mingbao felt as if he was pinched his throat, and his face became ugly.

"What's the meaning?"

His facial features were distorted, "It's not over yet, right?"

"Why should I fall thunder at me?"

"The object that should be struck by lightning is obviously the guy who broke my legs!"

"Bang!"

This thunder is closer to Zhou Mingbao.

He almost felt like he smelled the burnt smell.

It's not the smell of burnt pillows floating in the air before.

But another burnt smell.

His eyes rolled slightly.

I felt a slight pain on my cheeks after a slow beat.

He slowly reached out and touched his cheek.

The smooth touch told him that the injury he thought had not happened.

The so-called pain was just his illusion.

He is fine.

Unscathed.

Zhou Mingbao slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was scared, scared to death.

He had just broken his leg and was struck by lightning again...

If human power hadn't been able to control Thunder, he really doubted who deliberately used the thunder to retaliate against him.

He picked up the bowl on the nightstand and threw it out, "Damn it!"

"Lian Lao God-"

"Bang~"

"Crack ~"

The porcelain bowl was split into pieces, and a small piece of broken porcelain streaked across his cheek.

He didn't dare to move.

Too close.

The thunder just now seemed to be in his eyes.

He almost thought he was going to be hit by a lightning.

The power of the thunder made him frightened.

Zhou Mingbao's face turned pale and a roar was heard in his ears.

His eyes were straight and without any focus.

He didn't even hear the door opening.

...

"Zhou Zhou?"

The old lady put down the water bottle and then noticed a strange atmosphere inside.

She couldn't help but look at her son on the hospital bed with some surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Why is it so quiet?"

After my son was hospitalized due to injury, he always liked to make a big fuss because of the pain in his legs and his resentment.

There are few quiet times in the ward.

Fortunately, they live in a single ward.

The sound insulation effect of the single ward is also OK.

Even so, she and her father were looked for several times by doctors and nurses in the hospital.
Chapter completed!