Yan Si was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered and did not dare to look at Jiang Ze. Yan Wu was also kneeling aside. Since knowing her identity, the two of them did not dare to move her or even touch her fingers. The injured lay on the cold ground
Her face was extremely pale, her closed eyes were filled with tears, so that her long trembling eyelashes clung to her eyelids as if they were soaked in water, and there was dried blood on the corners of her pale lips.
"Baby, it's me. My husband is here to pick you up, madam." He said softly. As soon as his big hand touched her cold body, the emotions he tried to suppress burst out again. He held her in his arms, shoulders It trembled and trembled with an animal cry.
"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Sorry over and over again failed to wake up the sleeping person. It was him who miscalculated the situation, who exposed her to danger, who pushed her into the abyss with his own hands.
His tears were like broken jade beads, each crystal clear, moistening her cheeks and moistening her dry lips.
"Zuo, let me go first and let me check." Nighthawk was really worried. Yan Si's "whistling" sound was unmatched by anyone, not even the orcs.
There was a medical monitoring chip in his palm. After careful inspection, he said urgently: "The injuries on her body are normal and can be reorganized. Her internal organs are broken. Return to Ye's house and hand it over to grandpa as quickly as possible."
Hearing this, Jiang Ze quickly picked up Wuyou and ran out. The hunter who was hunting didn't understand what he saw when he saw this scene.
He doesn't care if anyone sees it, he doesn't care if it's made public, he doesn't care if it's known to the world.
He only cared about his girl. As soon as they left the military camp, a strong wind swept the two of them and roared over Changping.
Nighthawk looked at the people on the ground with hatred: "Yan Si, you are really good!" Yan Si lowered his head in shame after hearing this.
"Go ahead and catch the person named Liao, maybe you can avoid death."
"yes"
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Seeing the bloody mass inside her body, he clenched his fists tightly and his pale lips trembled uncontrollably. Unfinished love words rolled out of his throat, gradually turning into inarticulate sobs.
"You bastard, you cry again! If you mess with my mind, the girl's life will not be saved." This bastard didn't even cry when he was tortured to such a miserable state. Now, alas... it's so hard for a hero to be a beauty!
Hearing Ye Xiao's instructions, he quickly bit his fist, fearing that he would delay his grandfather's treatment of Wuyou.
Ye Xiao sighed again in his heart: They obviously love each other, but they insist on being at each other's throats. One of them was hiding something and was unwilling to say anything. He just rushed forward like a dazed young man. The other little mouth kept talking non-stop and still didn't get the sense of security that he wanted.
"Her heart was broken and had to be replaced."
"Grandpa, can you make up for it?"
"Repair?" Ye Xiao looked at the grown-up boy in disbelief. The determination in his eyes was true. He had not done this kind of surgery just to repair the heart, not to mention that her heart was torn into pieces, and the cracked place was like a tear. Very complicated.
"Grandpa, that's my heart. The girl's heart failed and was replaced." He didn't want her to replace it with a simulated heart, and he didn't want to disconnect the link.
What he doesn't know is that once the soul contract is activated, there is no possibility of breaking the link. Not to mention that without the heart, there is no life, but the link is still as solid as a rock.
"Okay, grandpa, try it. Lie down, she lost too much blood." He understood the child's thoughts very well, and he definitely didn't want Wuyou to have other people's blood in his body.
"Hey, okay!" There was finally a smile on his face and he lay next to her, intertwining his fingers with hers, looking sideways at her sunken cheeks. He bit his mouth in annoyance, leaving the salty blood. I swallowed it with heartache and self-consciousness.
He clearly wanted to protect her before leaving, but he never wanted to cause her to suffer such a disaster. His kind escape became the cause of her injury, and he suddenly hated himself.
It took a whole night to mend the broken heart. Fortunately, Wuyou's other body functions recovered quickly and smoothly.
He entered the room carrying the cooked porridge and happened to see Wuyou who had just gotten up.
"Madam, I'm back."
There was no mask on his face at this time. He had thought about it. He wanted to truly have her and not make her sad again. The two of them would overcome the difficulties in the future together.
There was no ripple on her cold face, and there was an aura of extreme indifference surrounding her. She frowned and backed away: "I don't know you, where is 2020?"
"Snapped!"
He dropped the bowl of porridge to the ground in his hand.
"lady."
As soon as he raised his feet, he saw Wuyou holding a 911 pistol and pointing it at him.
"If you take one step closer, I'll shoot." She was like a seductress, seeing him as the prey of a criminal.
"Madam... can you look at me again? It's me, I am your husband, Zuo Yang..." His beautiful eyebrows knitted together and he begged humbly. He wanted to beg for recognition again and again.
He didn't believe that his wife could forget him, he couldn't accept it, he wanted to try, he wanted to take a step, he wanted to...
At this moment, Wuyou's hand holding the gun had already pulled the trigger, aiming at his heart. If he dared to take a step, the bullet would be sure to hit.
At the critical moment, "You don't want to live anymore." Nighthawk suddenly intervened and dragged him out of the room.
Nighthawk dragged him out of the night house, "Brother, Wuyou doesn't know me, how could she forget me... I'm her husband..." He looked painful and staggered back and sat down in the bamboo forest, the wind The bamboo leaves rustled when they blew through them, as if they were crying for him.
"She had her spiritual consciousness spied on by Yan Wu, and her brain chip automatically blocked her most important memory. What grandpa just told me is only temporary. You...don't provoke her. She must remember it by herself, otherwise she will die. Danger." She could easily lose control now.
"Is it really temporary?" He jumped up excitedly and grabbed Nighthawk's wrist and asked.
"Yes, it's just Zuo. Grandpa asked me to tell you that if her heart is broken again, it cannot be repaired. Have you thought clearly?"
"Yeah, brother, I've thought about it clearly. I want to take her with me. No matter how difficult I encounter in the future, even if it's the end of the world, I will never leave her behind again."
He patted Zuo Yang on the shoulder with relief: "That's good! My dear brother, you finally figured it out." The girl was seriously injured this time, and it was worth it for her brother to regain his consciousness.
"What are you going to do with the surnamed Liao? Tens of thousands of people died in the military camp. How are you going to explain it to the organization?"
"Explain? Ha! Let Yan San become Yin soldiers. I think they are happy to accept this proposal."
Director Yan Sanyin is good at adding various intelligent mechanisms to dead bodies to make Yin soldiers for him to drive. To put it bluntly, they are flesh robots. The surface of the corpse will be wrapped and shaped with a special liquid, making it neither rotten nor bad.
He was silent for a moment before he said again: "Throw the person named Liao into the corpse pit!"
