"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 was still 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 downward from the top of his 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 body, the man's hands trembled in mid-air for a while, and finally, he directly hugged his head, 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 why he would, 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 can know it but him.

"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 far away, wanting to walk towards him.

But her whole body was almost bruised, she could not stand up, so she had to prop herself on the floor with her elbows, and crawled to the place where the man stood, the room was very large, and the floor was cold, and every time she moved forward, the wound on her left arm cracked a little, but she did not give up, and she did not 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.