The bullets flying at high speed grazed the tips of Ouyang Luo's hair, setting off a heat wave and scorching Ouyang Luo's hot pain.

There was a sound of flesh being shot to the ground beside him, which startled Ouyang Luo.

The darkness quickly cleared like a low tide, and there was one more person in the room with only two people.

No, one more corpse, to be exact.

The familiar dress of the god of death made Ouyang Luo's heart pound, and his eyes slowly moved down to see the dagger still held in the corpse's hand, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

If Han Nuo hadn't shot in time just now, this god of death who was stealthily approaching him would have inserted him into his heart......

Grateful eyes just fell on Han Nuo but was interrupted by that cold gaze, "It's best not to have anything to do with death, you'll be unlucky." ”

"Haven't I been involved with death?" Ouyang Luo pointed to the corpse that was constantly being devoured by darkness, and looked at Han Nuo with a firm gaze: "Although I don't know why I was targeted, you will protect me, right?" ”

Han Nuo suddenly smiled indifferently, "Don't think too much, you are never the only one I want to protect." ”

"Little Lolo! Look who's coming! fell into a silent stalemate again, and was once again cut off by Yin Ruochen, who can be called timely rain.

happily pushed the door in, followed by Lin Zhaofeng and Lin Yingying, who were carrying two thermos buckets.

"Brother Xiao Luo!" When Yingying saw Ouyang Luo, she immediately rushed to the hospital bed and held Ouyang Luo's hand, her watery almond eyes looked at the thick bandage on the top of Ouyang Luo's head, and her eyes immediately turned red, "Brother Xiaoluo, you must be in pain, right?" Yingying helps you blow it! It doesn't hurt if you blow it! ”

"Ouyang Luo, I boiled pigeon soup and chicken noodle soup, you drink more, the wound will grow quickly." Lin Zhaofeng put the thermos bucket on the cabinet and unscrewed the lid, and the pungent fragrance suddenly overflowed the whole house, which immediately aroused Ouyang Luo's appetite.

"You can eat it, and tomorrow I will send you crucian carp soup and black fish noodles." Lin Zhaofeng knocked out Yin Ruochen's claws that wanted to strike first, and handed a bowl of noodles to Ouyang Luo, and another bowl of pigeon soup was cold first.

"Lao Lin, this is not fair, I want to drink it too!" was greedy for the fragrance, Yin Ruochen dragged Lin Zhaofeng's arm and frantically "coquettish".

"You're not sick, you want to drink and go home by yourself." Lin Zhaofeng broke free from Yin Ruochen's Nine Yin White Bone Claws, with a look of disgust.

"Humph! If you don't give it, you won't give it, I'm not rare! Yin Ruochen, who had lost face, clenched his hands into fists and snorted, "I'll go back first!" ”

"Team Han, you can also go back and rest for a while, Yingying and I are here tonight." Seeing Yin Ruochen leave in a huff, Lin Zhaofeng proposed to Han Nuo.

"No, you don't."

"But you've been in the hospital for several days, can't you rest well and eat well?"

What the? It turns out that Han Nuo has been accompanying him in the hospital? Isn't that all so many days without a good rest?

Because he was surprised and accidentally choked on a noodle, Ouyang Luo, who coughed violently and caused the wound to hurt, slipped his hand, and a bowl of hot noodles was directly turned over and spilled on the quilt!

Lin Zhaofeng hurriedly lifted the quilt, and was relieved to see that it was not burned, pressed the call bell to ask the nurse to change the quilt cover, picked up the bowl on the quilt and took it to the bathroom to rinse it, refilled the bowl and put it on the cabinet to cool, scooped up a spoonful of warm pigeon soup and fed it to Ouyang Luo, "I'll feed you." ”

"No, no, I'll do it myself, I'll be careful this time!" Ouyang Luo embarrassedly took the bowl and drank it all, his lips and teeth filled with the unique aroma enhanced by wolfberry and saffron.

"It's delicious!" Ouyang Luo couldn't help but praise.

Except for Ouyang Luo, Han Nuo, who was nervous when he knocked over the bowl, looked at this warm scene in front of the hospital bed with an expressionless face and a clear look from beginning to end, which was very dazzling.

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

Looking at the back that was a little angry, Ouyang Luo smiled quietly, because he knew that Han Nuo still had his own in his heart.

Since he was hospitalized, Ouyang Luo has not slept soundly. Although Han Nuo's escort could be a little reassuring, every night when he closed his eyes, he could see the black-robed man sitting on the giant dahlia and smiling at him.

"Ouyang Luo, wake up." The soft murmur in his ears woke up Ouyang Luo, and he opened his blurry eyes slightly to see the person who came, and before he finished saying "Su ......", he saw that the other party made a gesture of silence.

As Su Yibai stepped out of bed, Ouyang Luo was shocked that he didn't feel the slightest pain in his wound. You must know that in the past, it hurt to move a little.

When I passed by the sofa, I saw Han Nuo, who was sitting asleep, still looking like he was frowning and worried, and Ouyang Luo was inexplicably distressed.

"It's been a long time since you've breathed the outside air, right?" In the dead of night, just the two of them walked in the hospital garden, unknown wildflowers blooming in the meadows, blurred by the bright moonlight.

The night breeze swept across the cheeks of the two, casual and gentle.

Ouyang Luo and Su Yibai, who were walking in it, walked shallow with one foot at a time, and the short path of tens of meters carried the words of meeting after a long absence, and it seemed that it would never end.

"Professor Su, are you also a god of death?"

Su Yibai shook his head slowly, smiled and pointed to the flickering silver lin in front of him, which was the surface of the lake that swayed layers of microwaves to dye the moonlight into a silvery white.

"Wow! It's beautiful! Ouyang Luo, who saw his god, ran a few steps forward, and his gaze stayed fixed on the bright moon that reflected the outline on the water.

There was a sudden stabbing pain in the heart, as if fluid was spraying out.

Joy was instantly replaced by pain, Ouyang Luo looked down at the slender left hand that had just been withdrawn from behind his back, blood dripping down his fingertips.

"Ahh......h

"Ouyang Luo!" Ouyang Luo, who woke up from the nightmare, screamed and kicked his limbs non-stop, and then was held down by someone.

"Han, Hanno?" Ouyang Luo, who subconsciously opened his eyes because of the force that restrained him, looked at Han Nuo, who was holding his limbs with a stern expression, and his first reaction was to look down at his chest, fortunately, his heart was beating upright, and there was no big hole in his chest.

Ouyang Luo, who was instantly relieved, gradually calmed down, and his eyes that had not yet faded from fear looked at Han Nuo like a frightened fawn full of pleading, as if begging for his comfort.

But Han Nuo let go of Ouyang Luo after seeing him calm down, and he returned to the sofa and sat down, his tone stiff and emotionless: "I'm going to go back to the team later, and Yin Ruochen will come over." ”

"Oh." Ouyang Luo replied in a low voice, and the residual pain in his heart made him suspect that everything just now was not a dream, but something that had really happened.

He did go to the garden with Su Yibai, and his heart was indeed taken out by Su Yibai, but what made Ouyang Luo even more unforgettable was the sadness on Su Yibai's face bathed in the moonlight, obviously a demon stained with blood, but why did he look so helpless?

It is impossible to resent, let alone forget.