(Cat flutters Chinese Jian Qing probed Luoxi's pulse and put down the tweezers in his hand.

There were still three demon insects left in the iron box, and Jian Qing planned to take them back to study and study, and reached out to close the iron box.

Jing Mohao stared at Luo Xi's still very weak expression, glanced coldly at the bright red that was still writhing in the tin box at the bedside, and twisted his eyebrows, "What are the remaining ones?" Stay and go back to fill the house? ”

Jian Qing's nasal cavity itched for a while, and she almost sneezed.

Take the worm back and be a little wife, what kind of fetish is he...

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew through his fingers that continued to stretch out to the box, and he caught a glimpse of the man's gaze as if he was monitoring a prisoner, and couldn't help but shout injustice, "Hao, this is something you gave me, leave me two more, Luoxi is enough to use these." ”

"Enough is enough! None of them can be left! Jing Mohao refused coldly, as if he felt that the emphasis was not enough, and emphasized again, "Use it all for her, and she must be allowed to wake up as soon as possible." ”

“……”

Too eccentric.

Not only eccentric, but extravagant!

This bug is really useful, and it deserves to be a family heirloom.

But... It's all a waste of this guy who loves his wife to become a demon......

Luo Xi can obviously recover on his own like this, he is such a patient person, he doesn't want to wait for half a minute when he encounters Luo Xi's matter.

As a result, his valuable experimental materials were wasted......

Jian Qing picked up the tweezers again with resentment, peeled off the remaining two slightly larger demon insects, and dripped them on Luo Xi's body.

The last of the smallest demon worms was still secretly left behind by him, rolling back and forth in the corners that Jing Mohao couldn't see.

Looking at the empty iron box and Luo Xi's gradually recovering face, the lines on Jing Mohao's face eased slightly.

Jian Qing put away the iron box and straightened up, "It seems that there shouldn't be a big problem, I'll come back tomorrow to draw blood for her for testing." ”

Jing Mohao hummed lightly and did not look up.

Jian Qing had long been accustomed to ignoring himself when Luoxi was around, so he packed up the medicine box and got up to leave.

Jing Mohao lay beside Luo Xi, stretched out his arm to hold her in his arms, his eyes staring at her calm face at the moment without blinking, and the look in his eyes was complicated.

Luoxi, you don't let me tie up your heart, and you don't let me tie up your people.

I don't believe in this evil!

No one can escape my Jing Mohao's grasp.

Especially you!

Listening to her steady breathing, Jing Mohao's eyes were already stable, but they were disturbed by a touch of fierceness.

The man quickly removed the woman's arm and strode out.

…………

The next evening.

The woman who was lying on the bed safely, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Where is this?

Heaven or Hell?

It turns out that death is such a feeling.

No wind, no sound, no frost, no disease.

It turns out that death is such a feeling.

No weight, no pain, no dust and no sorrow.

Only, this piece of bleak black and white.

It's like... Just like what she woke up to see before.

Luo Xi lay on her back on the bed without moving, as if she had entered some virtual space, without gravity and color.

A sound swept by, and Luo Xi was stunned.

The sound of footsteps made her look up slightly, but she found herself in the same room, and the face that made her choose death rather than face it approached with a cold face.

Why...

She clearly felt like she was dead...

Is it that she died in bed, and her soul has not been taken away.

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