Hurt.

A thread, like a worm constantly biting on the tip of the heart.

"Could it be?" Xiao Lan looked down at her left chest, looking safe and sound, "Is it an illusion?"

The pinprick is like this, faintly, and continuously.

"No", Xiaolan realized something, she looked at the woman's neck, staying in the direction of the silver needle.

Gone, the silver needle is gone.

Only a cold smile was left on the corner of the woman's mouth.

"You know what? God's perspective is completely different from that of ordinary human beings," said the woman with a little pride, "and He stands on a higher place, from a higher perspective, and sees things. ”

The pain intensified, her heart beat more and more irregularly, her shoulders trembled, and Xiaolan realized that it was a reaction to stress - she seemed to see it, she couldn't prevent Mo Yuan's death, death in front of her.

"Needle, is it directly transferred?" Xiaolan's body shook, "It's not like a bullet?"

"Why bother with these meaningless questions", the woman remembered something, "This silver needle that you plan to pierce my neck contains narcotic ingredients, you see, the childish act of spitting in the sky, in the end, will only incur self-reaping consequences." ”

"Heh", Xiaolan was unable to stand, she fell to the ground, her long red dress, like a blooming flower, blooming, waiting to wither.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yuan saw the red that was originally blocking him, and suddenly, it collapsed and crawled in front of him, "Xiaolan...... Call...... Whew", he opened his empty eyes, "Damn!"

Hurt.

It was scorching, like a piece of red-hot iron, hot on Mo Yuan's chest.

The smell of blood, emanating from himself, he smelled it.

"You're going to die together, like I said......," the woman paused, her eyes wide.

The woman who looked like a nun, the cold and gentle but cold voice, he heard.

Xiao Lan who fell in front of him, Xiao Lan in a red dress, he saw it.

Standing in the distance, with a surprised face, a woman dressed in black, he saw it.

"Impossible, this bullet contains slow-release poison, why, you can recover?" the woman panicked, "Could it be that you are born with antibodies that correspond to this poison?

"It's rare to see your panicked expression", Mo Yuan still couldn't stand up, but his limbs were already conscious, he sat on the ground, leaned forward, stretched out his arms, gently supported Xiaolan's waist and shoulders, picked Xiaolan up, put it on his lap, and let Xiaolan's head rest on his left arm, "It seems that you are just afraid of God, in my eyes, it is far from faith." ”

"Have you recovered?" Xiaolan trembled.

"It's a little better," Mo Yuan nodded, "However, I don't know why, is it really as the nun said, pure coincidence—God's mercy." ”

"Haha", Xiaolan smiled reluctantly, frowning, "Their technology, it must be someone who exported technology to them, if I didn't hallucinate, that silver needle was directly into my heart through spatial teleportation." ”

"What?" Mo Yuan looked at Xiaolan's chest, and there was nothing unusual, "I have seen a news, even if the needle is really in the heart, as long as you don't do strenuous activity, after that, you will ...... through surgery."

"Don't be kidding", Xiaolan stretched out her hand and wiped the sweat from Mo Yuan's forehead, "Originally, she promised to let us go if she couldn't hurt us, but now, there is no way." ”

"Hold on", Mo Yuan lowered his head and leaned into Xiaolan's ear, whispering softly, "Monitoring device, and ......" Mo Yuan's sense of time is far from recovering, "There will be a while, and work will be resumed, someone will see everything here, and rescue will arrive." ”

"Ah, I remember something", the woman raised her head, as if she was remembering something, raised her voice, and lowered her head again, looking at Mo Yuan and Xiaolan, "Blue Eyes, do you know what the real purpose of this trip is for this partner of yours?"

"Huh?" Mo Yuan raised his head to meet the woman's gaze—a smug gaze that seemed to pierce everything.