Tong Ran raised his head, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. ”

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, only to feel that his right arm began to tremble slightly, and he wanted to put the chopsticks down, but found that he couldn't control the movement of his fingers at all.

He frowned slightly, feeling a slight tremor over his shoulders.

Smack.

The chopsticks slipped from between the man's slender fingers and fell to the ground.

Tong Ran put down the chopsticks in surprise, and seeing that he didn't move, she bent down to pick up his chopsticks, and when she straightened up, the man had already gotten up and walked out.

"I'm sorry, I'll go out and have a look. ”

Tong Ran said something to the old woman, and hurriedly got up and went out.

Mo Nanjue also walked quickly, and after leaving the wooden house, he walked forward, his right hand hanging down at his side, and he realized that he didn't even have the strength to make a fist.

Not to mention clenching his fists, he couldn't shake it, he looked down, as if his right hand was no longer his own, Mo Nanjue tried to move, but no matter how hard he tried, the only thing he could do was to move his fingertips slightly.

Don't......

This is the third stage of the so-called devilskiss?

But this is also unlikely, Chen An said that the third stage is connected to the previous two stages, how can this symptom appear all at once?

Monan Jue stopped at the beach, the sound of the waves crashing echoed in his ears, he narrowed the corners of his eyes, raised his left hand and held his right arm.

He pressed his five fingers hard, and when he pinched it, his right hand didn't feel half a point!

Mo Nanjue's face sank, and his sharp eyes followed the depth.

"Monan Jue!" Not far away, Tong Ran walked towards him, "What are you doing there alone?"

Mo Nanjue didn't answer, the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his mouth, pursed his lips, held his right arm with his left hand, and pulled down hard!

Click――

The whole arm was directly pulled by him and dislocated, and the man squeezed the sharp pain that came, and then his left hand was forced, and he quickly took it back again!

It took less than half a second for the sea water to drown out the sound, Tong Ran didn't hear it, and when she trotted over, she saw the man standing with his back to her.

"What's wrong with you?" Tong Ran walked over and grabbed his right hand, only to find that his palms were sweaty, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's okay," Mo Nanjue put his arms around her, and the right hand holding her shoulder tried to shake his fist, only after two strokes, and then his right hand regained consciousness, "You don't eat well, what are you doing running out?"

"You suddenly threw your chopsticks and left in the middle of eating, I thought you were angry again," Tong Ran raised her head and found that his face was covered with beads of sweat, she raised her hand to wipe it for him, and noticed that something was wrong, "Is it poisonous?"

"No," Mo Nanjue turned his face away from her hand and walked back with his arms around her, "Do you see that I look like a poisonous hair?"

Not quite like that, indeed.

Tong Ran leaned against him, feeling that his movements around her were unnatural, she lowered her eyes, "Monan Jue, did you think about me in South Africa and Luo Xiao...... So you're not happy?"

"It's not. ”

"Then you think of that first love in the Americas...... Hmm!"

Before she could finish speaking, Monanjue suddenly pulled her shoulders and lowered his head to kiss her lips hard.

His strength was great, and the tip of his tongue was as hot as a flame, as if he had some kind of inexplicable uneasiness, as if he was in dire need of catharsis.

A hand slid down her shoulder.

"Hmm!" Tong Ran's eyes widened suddenly, and she pushed him away vigorously, "What are you in heat again, the old man is still waiting for us to go back to eat!"