Elder Nick's pounce was not primarily aimed at trapping her in that knife formation, the moment he hugged Jinghao, he lowered his head and chanted a series of characters in her ear, and the cut finger was pointed on her forehead, and the moment she fell into a coma, the blood also scattered into her eyebrows.

The five senses are gradually lost, the face is withered, waiting for the inevitable death.

She heard the curse, which is why she asked him when she sobered up.

Jing Hao smiled at the stunned Ranster, and reached out to press his frowning brow accurately, hard like a bulging hill, "Okay, even if it can't be transformed, the lifespan of a human being is eighty years, I think it should be enough." ”

Eighty years is indeed enough, the immaturity of youth, the enthusiasm of youth, the vicissitudes of middle age, the companionship of old age, day and night can be walked hand in hand, the sun, moon and stars can be shared with you, each of them can be imprinted in the heart, accompanied by a long time.

It's just that she doesn't seem to live that long.

Randster looked at her, and suddenly reached out and pulled the corners of her mouth down, bending an angry arc, "Don't be happy, it's my fault, I don't coax you, you hurry up and get angry with me!" ”

He stretched out his hand to cover her smiling eyes, so that she could not see his fierce face in an instant, "I'll find a way to help you, you won't be like this." ”

His fingers slid lightly over the warm and delicate skin, as if he were caressing a rare treasure, and suddenly he laughed, "You are so beautiful, I don't want to bear such a big loss to lose you." ”

With that, Lancet let go of the hand covering her eyes, and easily changed positions, one arm around her shoulder, the other over her knee socket, and a steady princess hug.

He carried the person to the bed, unfolded the two quilts on the bed and covered her, tucked them carefully, thought about it and stuffed a pillow into her arms, "You sleep for a while," walked to the door and turned back, "You can sleep however you want, I won't lift your quilt." ”

He went out of the bedroom and closed the door, walked to the door and woke up the group of blood bats that were still dozing off one by one, cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood on their bodies, "Go back to Rand City and call Spencer and Langya to me, if you don't see them tomorrow, you know the fate yourself." ”

The little bats, which had not yet faded from sleep, shivered, and flapped their wings vigorously towards the window, and one of them, which did not wake up, accidentally hit the window frame directly, rolled twice, and fell straight down the stairs.

When James saw Ranster sitting and thinking about life under the street lamp again, he subtly had a kind of "It turns out that you also have today's feelings", he patted the shoulder of Ranster, who was about to become a sculpture, and he had the consciousness of a person who had come over, "It doesn't matter if you can't coax it once, those girls from the blood clan have to be coaxed several times when they get angry." ”

He wore a look of "you know and I understand", and his posture was like that of a poor brother, and he almost said another word, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

Lanster slapped his hand away, gave him a disdainful look, and briefly talked about the morning, but subconsciously skipped the part where he proposed to him last night and was ignored.

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched the wall at hand, and with excessive force, he grabbed a large piece of the outer wall of the reinforced concrete wall, which he held in his hand and pinched it into a falling powder, which was scattered in the cold night wind in the blink of an eye.

"That old fox, I shouldn't have killed him so simply."

James looked at his palm, shivered at the exuberant anger and murderous intent, he looked back at the building where a hole had been pinched out, and then at his sweetheart who was sleeping peacefully in the dimly lit room, and immediately planned to remove the bomb that could explode at any moment.

And just as the two dark shadows left, the lights went out in an instant in one of the rooms that had been lit on the floor, and the whole area was plunged into darkness.

Jing Hao, who was immersed in her dreams, was awakened by continuous scolding, but when she opened her eyes, she only saw a piece of darkness, she just wanted to reach out to turn on the switch on the bedside, and the ear that could hear the scolding just now suddenly hurt sharply, and the pain came suddenly and violently, forcing her to finish her waist directly.

When the pain passed, Jing Hao lay on the quilt softly, her sweaty hair stuck to her face, and the black and white were more distinct, and her originally ruddy lips were bitten out of blood by her, which added a bit of bewitchment.

She sat up with her body propped up, grabbed the thing on the table, and slammed it on the floor, but no sound could be heard in her ears as the pain subsided, as if there had been no turmoil around her.

She touched her phone again, but it was still dark in front of her.

I can't hear and I can't see.

She lost both hearing and vision.

The night was so lonely and so dark, she sat alone in the still warm bed, there was no more starlight in front of her, and there was no music in her ears. It was so quiet that it was like she was the only one left in the world.

Sitting quietly to confirm the news, he shrank into the warm quilt, wrapped himself tightly in the two quilts that covered him, and curled up on his side, with his head buried between his knees and chest, the posture that gave him the most security.

She remained motionless in this position until she was once again stripped of consciousness by exhaustion.

James took Lancet around outside, watching the extremely uneasy Prince of the Blood Clan act as a rare messenger of justice, dealing with the scum that hit him, and throwing it aside with disdain, even sucking blood.

Seeing that his anger had finally dissipated, James dared to lead him back to the residential building, but he smelled the smell of scorching in the air at a distance from him, and thick black smoke drifted into the sky in the dark night.

The two Bloods glanced at each other and immediately quickened their pace.

There were a lot of people downstairs, all of whom were woken up in the middle of the night, chattering in a circle, and a group of firefighters standing next to them were deploying the best rescue plan.

“…… The fire started on the second floor, and according to the reaction of the first person to escape, the corridor on the second floor has been trapped, and no one on top can get down......"

While they were still talking, there was a huge explosion in the building, and the fire immediately became a little faster, and there were several screams and cries for help from the crowd trapped in the tall building.

And just as they were about to rush up, two black shadows fell from the sky, with a still screaming voice, directly threw several people to the ground, and then rushed into the burning residential building again.

The crowd fell silent.

It was a long time before someone spoke in disbelief, "Is that the Blood Clan?" He looked at the few people who were thrown down again, and felt like he was dreaming, "The blood clan will save people?" ”

Didn't they catch a man and suck his blood straight away?

In the midst of the constant speculation and discussion of the crowd, Lancet anxiously took the people who kept shouting for help and tormented his hearing in his hands, suppressed the ** who killed them and threw them to the ground.

While still warning fiercely, "Shut up, you make me can't hear her breathing!" If she dies here, I'll light a fire and throw you in again!" ”

He shouted and threw a group of people again, and when he was about to throw himself into the fire again, he was smashed by something thrown from above, and when he looked up angrily, he saw a book thrown out of the window again.

When Jing Hao was awakened again, she smelled a pungent smell wrapped around her nose, and she subconsciously lifted the quilt and paused again, stopping her almost instinctive escape reaction.

Outside was a fire with unknown conditions, she couldn't hear or see, and escaping was undoubtedly killing herself.

She sat on the bed for a while, got up and got a towel and a basin of water, covered her nose to block the pungent smell, and took the things of moderate weight in the room, walked to the window and threw them down one by one.

After throwing a few pieces, he grabbed his wrist with a sudden force, and even a small plate the size of a palm in his hand was held in the other hand.

Lancet took what she was holding, threw it on the ground, and kicked it far away, his tone full of dissatisfaction, "You're actually going to use this to smash the head of the noble bloodline?!" ”

He snorted coldly, looked at the flames behind him that were about to burn, dragged the quilt over the bed and wrapped it around her a few times, and jumped out of the window with the person in his arms.

The moment they landed on the ground, a huge explosion was heard from the residential building, which was almost completely engulfed by flames, and the entire building collapsed, and the splashed stones and dust made everyone around them scream and retreat, lest they be affected by the pond fish.

Lancet dragged Jing Hao, who was stunned in place, and quickly walked away from the dangerous place, and when he let her go, he was overwhelmed by the anger that overlayed her, "Do you want to be smashed into a meatloaf or a meat sauce when you stand still?" Good hands and feet, can't even run two steps? ”

As he spoke, he was stopped by a hand that suddenly touched him, and he moved quietly a few times to his lips, and there was still doubt in his hoarse tone smoked by smoke, "Lanster, were you talking just now?" ”

Her face still has black ash rubbed from nowhere, mixed with messy on her face, with big apricot eyes, like a naughty cat outside, rubbing a dirty little flower cat, with an apologetic and flattering smile, looking at the owner who is reprimanding.

With a smile on her face, it was as if what she had just said was just a trivial matter.

Lancet shuddered, looking down to see her eyes that had lost all focus, and at the fingers she had stopped on his face, completely oblivious to how to react.

He subconsciously looked away, but saw a few steps away, James was talking to a girl with a sad expression, and the girl could only look at him in disbelief, and the continuous backward movements showed her resistance and rejection.

She didn't even look away, not wanting to see him.

One doesn't want to watch it, and the other can't.

Lancet turned his head and covered Jing Hao's eyes, but he didn't care in his tone, "It doesn't matter if you can't see it......" When he said this, he realized that she couldn't hear either, and looked around blankly, not knowing how to face the situation in front of him.

There was a gust of wind on the side, and the girl who ran over cried and threw herself into the arms of a boy who had hurried by, and the boy looked down and whispered something in her ear, reached out and gently followed her back, and lowered his head to imprint a kiss on her forehead.

Ranster turned his head and took the man beside him in his arms, following the boy's example, and gently smoothed her on the back twice, kissing her on the forehead with jerky movements.

Cold and warm met, and his voice softened, "It's okay, I'm here." ”

He held Jing's wrist, soothed her fast-beating pulse, and spoke to her patiently and gently, "I'll take you somewhere, you will hear and see it in no time, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." ”.

The time after that flies for Shizuhao.

Gradually, she no longer felt anything, and even her sense of smell and taste slowly faded, as if she had been locked in a glass jar without any sensation, completely cut off from the surrounding qiē.

Even the various organs of her body are aging rapidly, like gears with too much weight, "creaking" and not turning for long.

Compared to her own composure, Lancet has become more and more irritable lately, and a bunch of bloods he has called to find a solution to the curse have to bear his anger all the time, and the good ones are just scolded, and the bad ones can only be beaten violently, and the image of a blue nose and swollen face is a wake-up call for others.

This group of blood clans who were abused every day with tears in their eyes could no longer bear it, and they missed the "first bird" James in the past more and more, and finally chose a rainy morning, and broke through the doors of people's houses in droves, and directly picked up James who was lying on the bed drunk and dreaming to death.

The grievances that had accumulated for several days were reflected in the lips in an instant.

"You've turned yourself into this for the sake of a container, it's a shame for the bloodline!"

"Not only did you lose the face of the blood clan, but you also lost the face of a man, you dare to drink here, why don't you dare to go over and block people directly at the door of the house?"

"Not only do you have to block at the door of your home, but you also have to follow people every day, pestering and pestering, maybe you will get entangled, and you are still here to drink to kill your sorrows, and you are blind to your four-digit age! Simply so