Yan Bai put one hand on the face of the person lying in the small wooden box, and the other hand pressed down the button in the small wooden box, the moment she pressed it, the voice just fell, and some faint light gradually appeared from the button of the small wooden box, and then the light became brighter and brighter, almost blinding people's eyes, Yan Bai and Ji Baimo squinted their eyes at the same time, but 114 on the side was not affected, it looked at everything in front of it clearly.

The fluorescent blue light on the small wooden box gradually penetrated through the button into Yan Bai's between, and then through Yan Bai's fingertips, into a certain part of the body, as if to pull out a soul hidden in this body, Yan Bai closed her eyes, it seemed that she gradually lost consciousness, but what force made her body stay in place.

114 saw that Yan Bai's body gradually gathered a light, white light, it looked very clean, this light was not dazzling, but it was definitely difficult to ignore, 114 saw this light slowly merge into the body of this small wooden box.

114 Suddenly I remembered a saying in this era, which said that the human soul has a color, and all kinds of colors represent what kind of person this person is, and pure white is the cleanest color.

Some protective shields gradually rose around the small wooden box, probably to prevent others from approaching, 114 looked at Yan Bai's side intently, and didn't pay attention to Ji Baimo, Yan Bai had lost consciousness, and he didn't have time to look at Ji Baimo's side.

At this moment, Ji Baimo, who was not far behind Yan Bai and 114, had a strange face, Ji Baimo was originally squatting on the ground to talk to Yan Bai, but at this moment, his body shook and almost fell, he reluctantly grabbed the armrest next to the sofa, which stopped the falling body, Ji Baimo's forehead rose a little sweat, he took off the glasses he was wearing and shook them onto the sofa.

His face was as pale as paper, but his lips were becoming more and more red, as if he was smeared with blood, his slender fingers were trembling, he loosened his upper clothes, and the whole person looked a little gloomy and sickly for no reason, his breathing was rapid, and his chest fell together, obviously very uncomfortable.

His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his body trembled slightly, as if he was trying to endure his pain, this pain did not come from a certain place in the body, it was rushing out from an unknown place in all directions, wrapping Ji Baimo tightly, he was out of breath, and his heart seemed to be about to be pinched.

Certain manic sensations are constantly elicited as if to mobilize the darkest and most gloomy emotions in the hearts of men.

For example, the picture of "Ranran" that is constantly blessed and repeated in her mind, the picture of her abandoning him, mercilessly.

These emotions don't even necessarily come from him, Ji Baimo bit his lower lip tightly, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, his hand grabbed the sofa, and scratched the sofa, still unaware of it, Ji Baimo's short black hair was wet, his face was pale and no longer gentle, a little gloomy.

"Why ......" Ji Baimo's voice was hoarse, he covered his head, his eyes were gloomy, his amber eyes were dark, he looked very dangerous, some of the dark sides that were originally deep in his body seemed to be mobilized, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he looked cold and bloodthirsty, the corners of his lips curled up with a smile, and the voice was only heard by him.

(End of chapter)