"This is not the place to talk, come with me. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The man in black put his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat, and his handsome and pale face showed no emotion.

With that, he turned and walked away quietly, not worrying at all about whether I would follow.

I tried to stand up, but I felt like the world was spinning, and then I realized that I was so badly injured.

But when I saw that the man in black was about to disappear from my sight, I actually had an inexplicable panic, and his thin back seemed to have a kind of magic that made me flock to it.

So, ignoring the pain in my body, I limped after him.

The two of us walked around for more than ten minutes, one after the other entered an express hotel, and after that, he stopped at the door of a room with the house number "1013".

Oh, it's 13 again, I remember that his residence in Hunan was No. 13, and now when I get to the hotel, it's No. 13 again, and I don't know if it's a coincidence or his fetish, if it's a fetish, I'm really speechless.

In my thoughts, he opened the door and walked straight inside.

I shook my head and followed.

"I need your blood." When the two of us sat down, the man in black said straight to the point.

"Blood?" I paused for a moment.

"Yes, a drop is good." He looked me in the eye and said with a blank face.

"Okay." Although I know that my blood has the effect of being invulnerable, this no longer means anything to me, losing Han Xiaolin, I am tantamount to the walking dead, maybe tomorrow, there will be no Mr. Yin and Yang named Yuan Luo in the Yin and Yang Realm.

As I spoke, I put my left leg on the coffee table with both hands, and the wound on my calf that had been pierced by the evil sword had already been cracked open due to the violent beating between the two of them just now, and it was gushing blood.

Seeing this, the man in black took out a black glass bottle from the pocket of his trench coat, unscrewed the cap and placed it under my leg.

"Tick."

As he said, he took only one drop, then screwed on the lid and turned around, and as he passed me, I seemed to hear him say, "Thank you." ”

I sat quietly on the couch and pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

The room was eerily quiet, except for the sizzle of cigarette smoke and the ticking of blood on the floor.

"What a waste." I don't know when, the man in black turned back again, he stood next to me but didn't make a sound, if he hadn't spoken, I would never have known that there was a person standing beside me, his movements were even lighter than a tanuki.

Knowing he was referring to my blood, I spat out a smoke ring into the ceiling and said to him, "Take it yourself if you want." ”

He was not polite to me, but took out the little black bottle and took it until he filled it, during which time we did not say a word.

"You want to die?" He put away the bottle but didn't leave, but sat down across from me and asked casually.

I was still looking at the ceiling, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

After a while, he said to me, "Why do you want to die? ”

"I can't even protect my own woman, what's the point of my life?" I say.

"What a coward." He said coldly: "If you can't protect it, you have to find ways to become stronger to protect it." ”

"She's dead." Tears burst out of his eyes again.

"What if you're dead?" He said in a strange tone: "It's ...... to get it back."