"Bang dang ......" The knife in Ji Baimo's hand fell to the ground, the tip of the knife was very sharp, and the clothes on Ji Baimo's chest were cut open dangerously, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, and along with the knife fell another thing, the bullet case.

Mu Fan held the gun in his hand and stood not far away, his marksmanship was very good, the bullet just ejected from the chamber of the gun, and hit the knife in Ji Baimo's hand.

Ji Baimo's hand was so painful that he couldn't hold the knife, he looked in the direction where Mu Fan was, Mu Fan looked like he had escaped in embarrassment, and there were more or less hanging injuries on his body, but they were not fatal, he looked at Ji Baimo with a condensed gaze, probably unable to guess what Ji Baimo wanted to do.

"Ji Baimo, what are you doing?"

Mu Fan recalled the voice he heard, he finally remembered where he had heard this voice, the cold-blooded coldness that came out of his bones, even if he couldn't hide the feeling with any emotion, it was Ji Baimo's voice, when he rushed here, what he saw was that Ji Baimo was about to stab the knife into his heart, the original owner "Yan Bai" was lying on the ground dying, and a treacherous black hole appeared in the sky, and the hole was constantly shrinking.

That black hole gave Mu Fan a strange sense of familiarity, and he didn't have time to think about it.

In the distance, the crack on 114's body is getting bigger and bigger, the light on its body is dim, and the sound of machinery is intermittent, as if it is under a great load, as if some machine is too heavy and wants to be scrapped, 114's eyes have been watching the direction of the wormhole, 114 is not sure if it can teleport its host greatly, its body is almost unable to withstand the pressure of forcibly opening the wormhole and connecting to another time and space.

It hurts.

Does the machine hurt too, 114 looked at the gradually shrinking wormhole, his body trembled, he missed the host so much, and wanted the host to touch it greatly.

Will it not even be able to see the last side of its host until it breaks?

"Host...... Big... Large, 114 ...... Miss you. 114's voice was staccato and severe, as if he was enduring the pain, and forced the load to open the wormhole a little more.

The original owner "Yan Bai" was lying on the ground, her whole body was stiff, she was already in pain and lost her voice, her lips were white all over her body, and most of the load was borne by 114, but the original owner "Yan Bai" who was a fixed point coordinate would still bear some anyway, her own body was about to fall apart, and her skin was full of terrifying red marks,

"Get out of the way." Ji Baimo didn't answer Mu Fan's words at all, he watched the wormhole gradually shrinking, and he was about to disappear into the air, his eyes were a little flustered, with a little madness, the wormhole had shrunk to the size of a fist, but his whiteness still did not appear.

Something must have gone wrong, something was missing.

When Ji Baimo was about to pick up the knife on the ground, suddenly, the surroundings became extremely quiet, a gust of wind blew Ji Baimo's cheeks, he seemed to feel something, raised his eyes, stretched out his hands, and a body suddenly appeared in front of them and fell into Ji Baimo's arms.

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers in the distance was faintly heard, Ji Baimo hugged the girl in his arms tightly, the girl saw the fireworks in the distance, and her ink-colored eyes were reflected in the colorful and gorgeous.

"Happy birthday." The girl's pink lips were attached to Ji Baimo's thin lips, she was covered in red fruits, and her long black hair floated gently in the wind.

It was his birthday present.