"You ......" Before Wu Ye could say the second word, a heart-piercing pain spread all the way to his brain along his blood vessels, and after a pause, Wu Ye's whole person slowly fell down as if he had lost his strength, his hands began to droop weakly, and the silver dagger he couldn't hold was firmly held in his hand by Leng Ji, and the blood-red liquid was like rust inlaid on the surface of the pearl, conspicuous and bewitching. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Leng Ji looked at him coldly, his bloodless face from looking down on her to now leaning on her weakly. He didn't speak, but gently withdrew his left hand inward, and the bloody dagger was withdrawn between them, covering the blood that kept dripping down with his body.

Wu Ye's head rested on his shoulder, just enough to barely support his body that had lost too much blood from falling, Leng Ji's right hand was raised slightly, put the pistol back in his arms, and tried his best to probe Wu Ye's breathing as unobtrusively as possible.

No airflow...... Leng Ji breathed a long sigh of relief.

Looking up a little more, the team was walking towards the east gate with a smile and a smile, and the surrounding Union troops didn't notice the anomaly here, as if everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the cold season dared to relax a little. The left hand, which had been bleeding, had already been cut into a blur of flesh and blood because of the excessive force used to catch the blade, and he held the handle of the dagger with his right hand, trying to pull it out.

A slight touch is a piercing and piercing pain, and with this pain, Leng Ji once again determined that the knife had probably penetrated deep into the bone.

Although the ten fingers are connected to the heart, the cold season thinks that maybe the palm of the hand is closer to the heart, or because of the blood loss is a little too much, the cold season feels a little dizzy and the pain along the nerves allows her to wake up again.

I could feel the flow of blood in my hand, I could feel the blade leaving my palm little by little, I could feel the pain of it re-cutting my palm, I gritted my teeth in the cold season, and I took the dagger away from my left hand.

The dagger that she took away, she didn't dare to throw it away in the cold season, after all, for her, a cold weapon like a dagger was better than a pistol.

He took a few deep breaths in an attempt to relieve the pain that had left his left hand immobilized. I don't know if it's the cold season supporting Wu Ye's gradually cold corpse or Wu Ye supporting her, the cold season only stood for a while before she barely felt better.

The blood on his left hand is still flowing, and the cold season knows that it can't go on like this. The right hand moved, making Wu Ye turn around, and at the same time looked around vigilantly, looking at the six roads, and kept this posture, making people think that Wu Ye was just uncomfortable leaning on her.

Slowly, Leng Ji moved Wu Ye to the right hand side next to a wall that had been blown to the ground, and barely used his own strength to make Wu Ye look like he was sitting down naturally, leaning against the wall.

This action took a lot of time in the cold season, and in addition to the constant bleeding, I looked back in the cold season and was already sweating on my forehead.

But the cold season didn't have time to care about this, so he used the dagger to rudely tear a large section of the clothes on Wu Ye's body, and wrapped it around his hand in a slight panic, round and round, the blood red color was gradually spreading, and for the convenience of movement, the cold season bypassed his fingers and wrapped the cloth around the palm of his hand.

More and more blood slowly seeped out with the cloth, gritted his teeth, and tore a few strips of cloth from Wu Ye's military coat in the cold season, wrapped them around different wounds, and tied the cloth with another strip of cloth at the same time, trying to make the penetration of blood slower.

The idea of the cold season was successful, and she barely used the bow to suppress her blood loss, but at the same time, her left hand was almost useless at this moment, probably unable to move.

After sitting against the wall for a while, trying to calm down, Leng Ji noticed that the noise around her was gradually getting louder, as if the place where the two armies were fighting was getting closer and closer to her.

Thinking of this, Leng Ji's whole person bounced up like a conditioned reflex, and he leaned on the wall just to his chest and looked at it vigilantly, and sure enough, the phalanx of the entire alliance army was gradually moving to the right.

Damn it...... Seeing that the situation was not right, Leng Ji immediately put away the dagger, like Wu Ye, put the dagger in the sleeve on the right hand, and at the same time, took out the pistol from his arms, and barely pulled the safety with the handle of the gun in his arm.

I still can't hold the pistol in my right hand very steadily, but it doesn't matter, now that the cold season is full of thoughts about how to escape, I don't have time to worry about that at all.

Originally, after going up to the first floor, there was no plan for the cold season, and it has always been a countermeasure to see and walk.

If it weren't for Wu Ye's sudden suspicions, Leng Ji believed that although he wanted to get rid of him, he would never have such a time again.

Now without him, Leng Ji seems to be helpless, and he doesn't know how to get out of the gap between the Alliance Army and the soldiers of City A unscathed.

Thinking of this, Leng Ji also regretted it a little, he was too panicked at the time, and now that he thinks about it, even if he doesn't hide it, they shouldn't be able to see it, all the time, Wu Ye has been standing on his left hand, and their gaze looking at them should be blocked by Wu Ye.

Moreover, when he dealt with Wu Ye later, he was too casual, if he was willing to spend a little more effort to deal with Wu Ye, he was confident in the cold season, and his unusual actions would definitely be able to hide from Wu Ye.

Leng Ji stood there for a while, and didn't come up with too many countermeasures except for regretting what he had just done.

"Hey......" Suddenly, a voice broke the distraction of the cold season. "What are you doing there?"

A completely unfamiliar voice, Leng Ji immediately lowered his head, pretending to be taking care of Wu Ye, and by seeing the black pants that were not much above the ground, Leng Ji could tell that this person was a soldier of the Spark Alliance.

Is this the rhythm of waves and waves...... The cold season gritted his teeth and suppressed his nervousness, trying his best not to show it.

"Hey," the Confederate army seemed to think something was wrong, raised his gun, and walked unhurriedly towards the cold season. "What about you? ”

"He's hurt. Leng Ji replied calmly, without a trace of waves in his tone, and sounded completely nervous.

"Why don't you call it a medic. The other party frowned, as if he saw something. Holding the gun, he approached Wu Ye's corpse step by step.

Suddenly...... It was like a sound coming from the underground of the medical office, a clattering sound, as if something had collapsed in an instant.

The Alliance Army didn't pay attention, and there was a strange light in Leng Ji's eyes at this time.

However, before he could bend down to check Wu Ye's situation, Leng Ji suddenly turned around and stood up.