"Don't ......"

Seeing this, Tong Ran was completely desperate.

She thought, whatever she said, it was useless.

Even if he heard what she said, he wouldn't care at all, right?

She closed her eyes, the heart-rending shouting just now almost dried up her tears, the hand holding the needle was already sore, and the blood kept dripping down the long wound on her left arm.

"Mo Nanjue, if you don't think it's enough, then the rest, I have to pay you back in the next life......"

As she spoke, she gritted her teeth and plunged the tip of the needle directly into her chest!

Immediately after, the thumb has already nudged the piston head of the lower needle tube!

Knock –

A crisp voice rang in my ears.

An object slipped from the man's clenched palm.

Tong Ran paused, turned his head to look, and saw that it was a needle tube that fell on the floor.

A syringe filled with dark red liquid all the time.

He...... Did he let go?

She read that right, he really let go!

The five fingers of Mo Nanjue's released left hand were slightly opened, and he wanted to clench into a fist several times, but he couldn't, the moment the needle fell to the ground, he took two steps back, and then, a heart-rending pain began to spread from the top of his head to the bottom of the head!

"Hmm-" Although he tried his best to endure, but people's patience is limited, not to mention that he has exhausted most of his physical strength, the man's hands trembled in mid-air for a while, and after the last moment, he still hugged his head directly, bent his knees, and knelt down directly, "Ah——!!!!"

The voice was full of pain.

Although he was shouting, his voice was still low, forbearing, with a bit of unconsciously resolute and lonely.

Maybe it was the demon in his body punishing him for letting go of the needle and throwing away the needle, and began to rampage around, his teeth clenched, and he felt the blood surging up from below.

Even he didn't know what he was doing, and where he got the courage to let go of the needle he was holding.

Maybe it's because Tong Ran's voice is too sad while crying, or maybe it's because of his heart that can't be seen clearly and can't let go.

The heart is his, so no one but him can know the way.

"Lord Monan...... Are you still in pain?"

Tong Ran was crying with joy, but seeing him in such pain, she hurriedly shook her hand and pulled out the needle and threw it away, wanting to walk towards him.

But her whole body was almost bruised, she couldn't stand up, so she had to support the floor with her elbows, crawling to the place where the man was standing, the room was huge, and the floor was cold, and every time she moved forward, the wound on her left arm cracked a little, but she didn't give up, and I don't know how long she crawled, and finally crawled to his side.

The man screamed for a few moments, and then curled up and buried his head in the crook of his arm.

Tong Ran reached out and touched his body, only to find that it was scary.

It's still cold just now, but now it's like a high fever~ The heat doesn't stop.

Who can stand such torture?!

"You...... Don't curl up, give me your hand, I'm very cold, I'll help you cool down......"

Tong Ran wanted to grab his hand, but as soon as he touched it, he was thrown away by the man!

Although the short period of cold is comfortable, once it is withdrawn, it will burn even more painfully.

It's like a fire of hope that ignites in despair, but it is extinguished in an instant, which will make people fall into even more bone-eating despair.