Life Going Wild With Plug-ins - Chapter 67

Jun Xuanheng is dead.

His chest was empty and his heart was pulled out completely and precisely.

Yelang was very accustomed to this technique, and as usual, pinched the living heart that was still leaping.

His face was covered with blood stains, eerie and terrifying, but he smiled at the supper tenderly as tenderly as possible: “Guey, you don’t have to protect others anymore, run away with me.”

He stepped forward to grab the supper, and the response was a slap in the face. The supper palm took ten percent of his vitality, and his nose, nose and ears overflowed with sweet and hot blood.

Yelang didn’t hesitate, as if he couldn’t see the hostility of Supper, he took another step forward, “Don’t make trouble, let’s go back …”

“Go.” The supper was so angry that the voice was trembling and depressed. His brain couldn’t accept the fact for a while, and he couldn’t organize words to scold him. He just wanted to be far away from the devil in front of him, only to feel that the one he had touched was extremely dirty.

The second master unconsciously asked Jun Xuanheng’s origins. After suffering for several months, he was now buried by Ye Lang, and he was also very angry. There is no other scruples around the dark guards, and Zhaozhao just wants to take their lives. Supper had no intention of leaving, and as the night looms approached, he raised his palm again.

The speed of Yelan is beyond the limit of the night. However, Yelang waited obediently to take his second slap before going around him and picking him up.

Supper did not know how Yelang took his unconscious person to escape from Luo Di’s net that day.

When he woke up, Yelang was lined with moonlight, and he took the flesh of his shoulder with a small dagger. He was bathing in blood, and Ye Xingyi had condensed blood into his flesh and could not peel it off. He could only remove it with a little flesh. There was no skin intact on his body, and the clavicle wrists and knees were even exposed with bones.

The supper moved gently, and there were only a few minor abrasions on his body, and he had been bandaged and even changed his clothes. Although the clothes were new, they were all messy and **** fingerprints were everywhere.

Hearing his movements, Yelang turned his head to look at him with a pale face with severe blood loss, and smiled reluctantly, saying hoarsely, “Guye, don’t worry, it’s all right.”

The supper only felt that there was no place to rest in the chest, and a punch was hit on the gravel, and the bone joint pinched.

He didn’t want to say a word to Yelang, turned over and walked away towards Yelang.

Yelang didn’t know where he was going and asked nothing. For so many years, he had been used to supper in front of him, and he followed him silently. Ye Lan hurriedly pulled his shoulder dagger, too late to bandage, and got up to follow him. He staggered and walked very slowly. He heard him falling to the ground several times during the supper, and then he got up again, gritted his teeth and couldn’t bear to look back at him.

He walked so hard that he had to go back in the middle of the night without turning around, but he couldn’t get rid of him.

Suddenly, the supper stopped, Yelan thought he was waiting for him, and happily stepped up and followed the steps.

“When are you going to follow?” But supper was just whispering, “I don’t want to see you, let you go, do you not understand?”

Yelan was a little sad, and he obediently gave a sound, and then disappeared.

He just, as always, returned to the shadows.

The night diaphragm was too badly injured, his breathing was heavy and hoarse, and he couldn’t hide in the night seamlessly. The thick bloodiness made the supper nauseous, and those gasping voices that suppressed the pain made him even more upset.

Supper doesn’t know where to go and why he lives. He wandered wildly for a few days in the mountains and ushered in the biggest rain this winter. He leaned under Qingyan to hide the rain, his mind was blank, and the figure hidden in the branches in the blast of rain showered in the middle of the night, finally he couldn’t hold it down and fell to the ground.

As soon as the man appeared in the field of vision, his supper was exploded, and he couldn’t bear to hit his collar and hit Qingshi, hating his voice: “I’m not going to kill you. ! “

Yelang’s wounds have never been treated, and the rotten area has a rancid smell. In recent days, he has been followed to keep track of him. The water and rice have not entered, and the stomach has only leaves and wild fruits.

“I know this time … I did something wrong …” Ye Lang said softly, “But … I don’t regret it.”

Supper staring at him with gritted teeth, bleeding in his eyes.

Ye Lan noticed that the night clothes were exposed outside, and was wet by the rain, and helped him lift it back to the place where it could not get under the bluestone, and pleaded dumbly, “You hate me … it’s fine … don’t Tortured myself … okay …? “

Supper knows that he hasn’t lived long.

It’s false to say no to heartache.

He is the person who likes him the most in the world, and now he even loses himself.

No one knew that he wanted to hug Yelang and was going crazy.

Whatever morality, loyalty, faith, principle, can’t wait to see it all. But guilt, self-blame, remorse filled his chest, suffering every inch of his nerves. He didn’t even know who to hate or what to hate.

Should I hate you for loving me? Hate you only care about me? Do you hate me for saving your life as a jackal, or hate my friendship with you for more than ten years?

Private affair is not allowed between shadow guards, he never knew it was not without reason.

It was he who relied on his own master to be extremely tender, and he sent the best master in the world to death.

He would rather not have made the mistake that day, and it would be a blessing to be frankly killed in the hands of Master Er and buried with Yelang.

Supper never felt that living was such a pain.

His lover was lying fragile and cold in the night rain, his life was gradually disappearing like a candle in the wind, and only one person was still in his eyes. Feeling his temperature gradually falling down at supper, he finally couldn’t help panic, and the enchantment generally couldn’t help and hold him.

Supper buried in his neck, murmured in a crying voice: “I only hate … why is it not me who is crazy?”

Ye Lan never thought that there would still be a chance to be held by him in this life, a little flattered, starlight rekindled in the dim and gloomy eyes, and asked blankly: “Guye … you … forgive me?”

“How can I forgive you? How can I forgive and kill my master? … How are the masters treating you these days, how can you go? You … have no heart?”

Ye Lang looked up at him, without any guilt in his eyes.

Supper stared at Banyan for a while, but felt that his chest was frozen into ice.

He drew a dagger from Yelang’s waist and arrived at Yelang’s chest.

Supper closed her eyes and trembled, “… we … we give this life back to the host, and we owe him nothing. I … can forgive you and let go of myself.”

“Really?” Ye Lang was happy again when he heard this sentence. The short blade had penetrated into his chest. He raised his hand to pinch the blade, cut his muscles, and moved it half an inch to the right.

The position of the heart is more familiar to him than anyone else. No exception to yourself.

Midnight slowly submerged the dagger, and heard Yelang’s weaker voice asked, “Isn’t this a good thing, Gui? … you … why cry …?”

Supper did not answer, but bowed his head and kissed him tenderly. Ye Lan’s eyes lightened again, and he gently raised the corners of his lips and laughed in his ear: “It’s good … I thought … you won’t have me in your heart …”

“How is that?” Yexiao gently held his hand and put it on his chest. “This whole heart has always been yours, don’t believe it … dig it out?”

He didn’t wait for the answer, and pressed on Yelang’s hand and inserted the blade of his finger into his chest.

Ye Lang’s consciousness has gradually dissipated, but the body instinctively took out the hot and fresh heart carefully and held it firmly in his arms.

This is the only heart in the world that belongs to him, and no one can take it away.