Before anyone came was a red talisman that broke through the sky.

Ling Ye turned around, not at all meaning to dodge, holding the waist of the woman who seemed to be afraid of hiding with one hand, and slammed the red light towards him with the other.

The talisman that was originally spinning in a small arc, and when he was about to stagger Ling Ye's palm, the thin and transparent lines of his fingertips shot out, piercing through the outer light, and then seeping into the rune.

The dimmed yellow paper was pulled by him, and the movement of struggling and shaking became weaker and weaker.

"Okay, you're a midnight! You're so daring, you just got one in the door, and the old lady finally had to endure it—less than a day later, she found another slut!"

Suddenly, the girl didn't even care about tidying up the messy flower dress, glared angrily at the bewitching woman who was lying on Xiao Qinglang's right shoulder, and hugged him with both hands from behind, "It seems that for a rotten person like you, you can't have a good color!"

She began to rush over again, ready to teach the dog man and woman a few dozen meters away.

"I ...... Enjoy...... Happy...... She. ”

A few words squeezed out of his mouth, mechanical and dull, and some imperceptible strangeness rose up in the depths of his eyes.

However, just like that, it is enough for the girl surnamed Qian, who is already extremely upset and is already worried about him.

Again staggering to a halt, she hung her head down, the green silk of her shawl sticking to her sweaty forehead and cheeks.

After a while, the girl's scattered and rapid breathing in her mouth and nose gradually calmed down and became long.

“...... That's enough. ”

The bright yellow talisman held in the half-raised palm could no longer hold it, and a series of bean tears fell together with a series of big tears on her face, "If you have anything else to say, let's say it together." ”

Ling Ye's lips trembled slightly, but they were still a little close, and they never fully opened again.

"If not, then, goodbye. Qian Duoduo, who had stopped the tears in her eyes, was a little distracted, turned around slowly, and walked away more and more steadily.

The gaudy but not kitsch floral dress floated far away, until it changed from a speck to a shadow that could no longer be seen, and Ling Ye's lips trembled more and more violently.

Since the other party did not continue to speak according to her preset script, the woman surnamed Li was quite surprised, but so far, she has no worries and uneasiness in her heart, but has become more and more interested.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a little beauty, it's just a little grumpy. But then again, you little guy is really not shallow. ”

Hooking up with the shoulder of the young man who was a puppet in her eyes with one hand, and fiddling with it with the other hand to turn her head sideways, she smiled like a flower branch when she admired the new work in front of her, and at the same time said in a coquettish voice, "Okay, there's a rehearsal that is an unexpected surprise, don't be naughty anymore!"

Then, she glanced at the people who were all lying to the ground and fainting like cannibalism, seeing that there was no blood flowing everywhere, and estimating that if no one could die, she would continue to prepare for a wonderful show that would be given to the cold beauty.

At this point, the puppet spoke—in love that she had no permission for

situation.

“...... You...... Should...... Dead ......"

The bones, joints, and muscles of the whole body trembled, making strange and terrifying sounds, and the facial features were bleeding, and the blue eyes were especially serious.

In the interweaving of red and blue, those round eyes stared at her.

After two red waves splashed, Li Keqiao, who was a puppeteer and a natural spiritual anomaly, lost control of his body for the first time in half a life.

Just like when the night was eroded before, she didn't even have the ability to resist.

The soul seemed to be stuck in a void, no space, no time, nothing but what her consciousness was.

I don't know how long it took, when the woman surnamed Li was about to break free from this nightmare-like situation, in a hazy way, she saw something approaching in reality, like a ray of ghostly light.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two figures fell one after the other, and then there was no movement.

About half a minute later, the roar of the motorcycle sounded, and in less than a moment, a pitch-black phantom was speeding closer.

"Crunch-boom!"

After a shrive, unusually harsh braking sound, the motorcycle came to a halt in an unorthodox and unreasonable manner under the control of its owner.

The body is rounded and resembles a giant ink droplet placed horizontally, creating a deep luster similar to a black hole because the surface barely reflects any color.

Even outsiders who don't know how to do it will see this inky motorcycle that is fascinated by technology and art.

But its owner had no such idleness, and her pale face coughed up blood in her mouth while holding on to an inconspicuous groove in the car to get out of the car.

After a slight glance at the field, without any hesitation, she wiped the coughed up red liquid on the black sleeve at will, and ran straight to the place where there were only two corpses, and at the same time, her face began to gradually become rosy, and by the time she reached it, it was like dripping blood.

Ignoring the abnormality on his body at all, he half-squatted down, and shook off the "ice corpse" that part of his limbs was still wrapped around Ling Ye, Gao Ling began to carefully examine him who was really bleeding all over his body.

After making a preliminary judgment in her heart, she breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to help Ling Ye to go to the nearest repair warehouse.

Judging from his appearance alone, his red body was blurred with blood and flesh in many places, like a faint dream, and his lips seemed to be struggling to wake up:

“...... Belch...... Money...... ...... to the

"She's fine, she's going to be fine. Gao Ling, who didn't know what had happened, whispered to Ling Ye in his arms and comforted, "No matter where she is or what is going on, you will see her when you are injured, I promise." ”

“......”

There was no sound, but he still frowned.

Moved the completely unconscious Ling Ye to the motorcycle, and the zipline in the car tied him neatly, Gao Ling also rode up, kicked the accelerator violently, and the car carrying the two of them flew out.

The place eventually fell silent until ten minutes later, when someone else came

It happened that many people who were dying were sent for treatment one after another.

And the original location of the "humanoid ice cube" is only a puddle of water stains.

......

Two days later, only due to the ultra-high speed, the slight damage to the internal organs has recovered intact, and Gao Ling came out of the repair chamber.

The room was empty, and a neatly folded set of white lab coats sat on the alloy floor.

After getting dressed, she went out, and there was a woman in white with glasses waiting outside, and when she heard the movement behind her, she put down her hand and put down the Chinese piece, and said with a slight emotional fluctuation:

"It's really like you said, this little guy doesn't even need a high-level repair pod. I'd love to see this. ”

When Gao Ling reached out to beg for it, the glasses girl still handed over a stack of documents in her hand.

"Don't look at it, don't ask about it, and don't keep backups. After that, she didn't rush to check, "You understand?"

nodded subconsciously, and then his face became vivid:

"Hmph, you civilian, you still dare to tell me the rules...... Okay, okay, this is the only backup, and the machine has already set it up...... Why are you so fierce, you really forgot your classmates-"

"Thank you. ”

Gao Ling snatched the USB drive-like thing, leaned closer, smiled and whispered, and walked away.

At the door of the room, only the woman with glasses remained, looking at her back, her mouth half open, and after a long while, she said uncertainly:

"Is this, the magic of love?"

(End of chapter)