MTL - Douluo Dalu 4: Ultimate Fighting-Chapter 72 Tang Le and Lan Xuanyu

This kind of concert is not the host, and the owner of this voice is the background of the music spirit.

“Surprise?” As the representative of Tian Luoxing’s organizer, Zhuang Zijian felt very puzzled. He couldn’t remember what surprises were there today? If so, will the agency of Le Gongzi not let him add extra money? Also, he is also a soul teacher himself, and he is not weak. But he asked himself, in any case, it is impossible to fly away like Le Gongzi without using the mech.

"Le agent, what is the situation? Le Gongzi, where is he going?" Zhuang Zijian asked some eagerly to Le Qingling.

Le Qing Ling’s face was serious: “All said it’s a surprise, how can I tell you in advance. Wait a minute. Le Gongzi needs time to prepare.”

With the comfort of her words, the audience under the audience suddenly quieted a lot. Surprise? What kind of surprise will Le Gongzi bring? His previous concerts have never been seen before! What will happen this time?

The audience is looking forward to it, after all, their music son!

Ziluocheng will heart hospital.

Nan Cheng was tired and leaned on the chair outside the intensive care unit. Lan Xuanyu finally stabilized, the vital signs are all normal, and there is no meaning to be violent, which makes her spirit relax a lot. It is not the worst news at all. For her, this is enough.

As for the miracle, now she does not dare to expect too much. In her mind, as long as the son can live.

The doctor said that if you can't wake up in the intensive care unit for a month, you have to go to the general ward. You will have to rely on your family to call him later, and you may have a chance to wake up.

Nan Cheng has already made this preparation. She decided to accompany her son in the hospital every day and call him every day. She believes that she can wake her son up.

so tired! can not sleep. Today, my son is instigated, what if there is anything in the middle of the night? Lan Lan has been under great pressure recently. I don’t tell him first. Tonight, I’m here.

After licking his own stiff cheeks, Nan Cheng barely made himself awake and sat up straight.

However, this process did not last too long. She is too tired, especially mentally. After a while, she still couldn't resist the self-protection of the body, so she leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

What she didn't find was that while she was asleep, a silver figure suddenly appeared silently in the intensive care unit.

A blue mid-length hair was scattered behind his head, and all the monitoring failed when he entered the intensive care unit. It is like having a special magnetic field on him.

Tang Le stood in front of the bed, in fact, even he himself did not understand why he would appear here.

Just as he had sang before, there seemed to be a special force in the world that led him to this place. After coming here, he saw the child lying in bed in front of him.

Junxiu's face is pale and has a short black hair. Lan Xuanyu lying there looks particularly quiet. A variety of instruments are inserted into the body. It looks so fragile.

However, when Tang Le saw him, he had an inexplicable feeling. It seemed that there was nothing in the invisible relationship between this child and himself.

He seems to be somewhat familiar, why is there a sense of familiarity? I am clearly seeing this child for the first time?

Tang Le’s eyes are a bit sluggish, but he is completely sure that he is really familiar.

He raised his hand subconsciously, gently stroking the little man's cheek, his face was a little cold, but when he touched the little face, Tang Le's heart suddenly trembled. The heart of the lake, which has always been calm and confused, seems to have been thrown into a stone. It seems that the softest place is touched by the moment.

Is he sick? Tang Le’s heart was inexplicably a bit painful. He gently placed his hand on Lan Xuanyu’s forehead. A layer of faint golden halo spread slowly from his palm and immersed himself in Lanxuanyu.

After a while, Tang Le brows slightly, he feels the vortex in the body of Lan Xuanyu, and feels the state of deep sleep at this time. After a little thought, he pressed his hands on the forehead and lower abdomen of Lan Xuanyu. The soft golden glow instantly wraps his body.

The body temperature of Lan Xuanyu began to rise gradually. Gradually, the surface of his skin also showed a faint golden texture, with a slight tremor.

Among the two shackles of Tang Le, the golden light flashed, and a majestic atmosphere emerged invisibly. The blue and silver energy that was originally swayed by Lan Xuanyu in the body has been withdrawn in this majesty.

Full-fledged, Tang Le's hands began to be light on the blue Xuan Yu's body like a rain and banana. Every time you click, Lan Xuanyu will tremble slightly.

In the end, when Tang Le took back his hands, his eyes were filled with the color of thinking, which seemed to be more confused. With a wave of his right hand, a soft golden light poured into the body of Lan Xuanyu. Suddenly, Lan Xuanyu was in the palm of his hand, and two blue silver grasses grew out.

Gold blue silver grass and silver blue silver grass.

When I saw the blue silver grass, Tang Le seemed to be shocked, and the whole body was violently shocked. She subconsciously raised her own hands. Two crystal clear vines with blue-gold halo flashed from the palm. I got it out.

This, this is...

"Drips, drops, drops!" At this moment, the soul-guide communicator on his wrist suddenly violently rang.

Tang Le brows slightly, the communicator did not receive the signal during the high-speed flight. At this time, I came to Ziluocheng to stabilize, and this can be communicated.

"Qing Ling, what happened?" Tang Le asked faintly.

"What's wrong? You asked me what happened? Are you crazy? Throwing 20,000 fans at the scene. Do you have any sense of responsibility? What happened to you? Where have you been? You come back soon. How to fly back, how can I fly back, or the scene will not be cleaned up, you will be finished, do you know?" The sound of Le Qingling’s roar makes Tang Le unconsciously pull the soul communicator away from himself. A little farther, the brow is slightly stunned.

"Oh, I see."

"What is it? When are you coming back? I told the fans that you have to surprise them, they are quiet. It's almost half an hour, and if you don't come back, it's really finished!"

"Know it." Tang Le hangs up the newsletter.

He took a deep look at Lan Xuanyu lying in bed, and then gently touched his pink cheeks. The golden light flashed and disappeared into his room.

Tianluocheng.

Half an hour, it has been more than half an hour. Surprise? Where is the surprise?

The incitement of the fans has reappeared, and more importantly, Tang Lelian has not even had a figure. But the organizers are still very resilient. I have just sent bread and water to all the fans. It takes a little time to eat and drink on this big night. This has made the fans' moods a lot more stable.

However, this bread and water are also eaten! Now the fans are starting to get more and more anxious.

"When are we waiting for it?"

"The organizer, give us an explanation. What about Le Gongzi? Where is Le Gongzi?"

"That is, let the music son come out! We bought the ticket. This song has not been sung! At least three times should be sung "Reading." What is this now!"

The fans are not doing it.