Chapter 118 (2/2)

[brother Jiang, it's up to you to be the flower protector this time. Protect Xu Wenwen. Everyone will remember you when you come back alive]

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When the news of the plane crash came, netizens all over the country howled and grieved that their national sister died at such a young age.

But at present, seeing Xu Wenwen is still alive unharmed, these fans' hearts are not to mention how happy they are. What they most hope for at the moment is to let Xu Wenwen come back alive.

When you want to see your idol, there is only one way, then who has mastered this way is the king of flow.

It can be imagined that in the future, in order to see Xu Wenwen every day, how many national sister's true love powder and iron powder will pour into Jiang Le's live studio. These online numbers will certainly raise the heat of Jiang Le's live studio to a higher stage.

”I'm free. I'll take you when I'm free.” Jiang Le readily agreed, and then closed his eyes to rest, planning to sleep and prepare for tomorrow's departure.

When these passengers went back to sleep, the maintenance personnel were in a mess.

Because those infected people locked outside the cabin have no intention of leaving. They have been scratching the door outside the door. Listening to the sound, people feel in a dilemma, because they can't hide in the plane forever.

The food inventory in the plane is limited. If we can't find a way to fill it, everyone can only starve to death in the plane.

Just when the maintenance personnel focused on the infected people outside the door, in economy class

”Well! Zi, it itches. ” A middle-aged man with some blood on his body scratched his neck. Soon, the range of his scratch changed from slight to fast. The faster he scratched, the faster he scratched.

Until the skin of his neck turned red, and then he scratched blood marks.

Sitting next to the man was an old woman. As soon as she saw the man, she kindly asked, ”have you been bitten by a mosquito? I have toilet water here. Wipe it. ”

”No, I just...” the man has itched so much that he can't speak. He can only put his hands together, and then not only his neck, face, chest and abdomen

Before long, the middle-aged man's body had become bloodstained and blurred, and his fingernails were full of shredded meat“ Ah! Come on, come on, he seems to be ill. ” The old woman who witnessed this scene immediately got up and shouted, hoping for the help of the maintenance personnel.