Chapter Seventy-Five: Jincheng, Hug Me!

"Didn't we already take blood from Gu Xixi's body just now?"

An Ruchu slowly took out a syringe from his pocket, which contained a tube full of blood.

"But I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it......"

"Okay, why are you so wordy?"

An Ruchu was impatient.

She glanced coldly at her subordinates:

"Over the years, I have indeed trusted you very much, but you are not qualified to dictate my affairs, do you understand?"

"Yes......"

An Ruchu collected the blood and walked towards the cave with graceful steps.

Just now to make sure nothing goes wrong.

She ordered someone to inject a new type of booster into Mo Jincheng's body while he was unconscious.

That kind of medicine is the latest developed from abroad.

Not only does it have an enjoyable effect, but it also has a certain hallucinogenic effect.

It is colorless and odorless, and the medicinal effect is very strong.

After using this drug, if you don't have a relationship with people, it can be life-threatening.

Moreover, the biggest advantage of this drug is......

After three hours, the drug is fully absorbed by the body.

No matter what the examination is, there is not the slightest clue.

Even the victim will only think that all this is his own behavior, and he will not know that it is because of the effect of the drug.

In order to leave a good memory for Mo Jincheng, An Ruchu just found a clear spring to take a bath.

She unbuttoned her body as she walked inside.

The dress fell to the ground.

There was only a black lace sunny nightdress left in it—

"Jincheng, Jincheng ......"

An Ruchu walked into the cave.

A fire lit in the middle of the cave, and the not too spacious cave was burned.

Mo Jincheng was facing away from her at the moment, his shoulders trembling slightly.

It seems to be trying to hide something.

"Jincheng, are you very uncomfortable? Let me help you, okay?"

An Ruchu gently walked behind Mo Jincheng.

Half-crouched down and wrapped around his muscular waist from behind.

Mo Jincheng did not resist and did not refuse.

An Ruchu hugged him tightly, and her heart was extremely satisfied:

It was the first time she had hugged him so tightly, so close to him—

She was about to put her cheek on it when she suddenly felt a pain in her arm.

In the next second, his throat was choked.

Mo Jincheng turned around.

At this moment, his eyes were blood-red, and the green tendons on his arms were bulging, and he had obviously shown symptoms of illness.

But his breathing was heavy, and every time he exhaled was hot.

Even An Ruchu was about to be able to hear his manic heartbeat.

Has the effect of the drug already taken in?

An Ruchu was a little scared and a little expectant.

She struggled and took Mo Jincheng's hand:

"Jincheng, look at me, I'm no one else, I'm the same! You're sick, I'm here to save you. In this world, only my blood can save you...... Will you let go of me, will you let me go?"

This gentle voice seemed to have brought Mo Jincheng's sanity back a bit.

His hands lightened.

"Hoo ......"

An Ruchu was free, and took a big breath.

She didn't run away.

Instead, he took the initiative to lean towards Mo Jincheng's body:

"Jincheng, look at me, am I beautiful?"

"I know you must be having a hard time now, you're sweating a lot, can I wipe it for you?"

An Ruchu carefully wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead for him.

Mo Jincheng shook his head heavily.

He only felt that there was a fog in front of him, and he could only vaguely see the figure of a woman.

However, what the woman looked like, he couldn't see clearly at all.

I only know that this woman's voice is very gentle and coquettish.

Moreover, there is also a fragrance on her.

What is the aroma?

Mo Jincheng suddenly grabbed An Ruchu's arm and dragged her to him.

Look down and sniff at her.

Until, she smelled a faint smell of blood around her waist.

That's right.

That's the taste.

The smell of blood seemed to ease the pain in his body a little.

It's like ......

It was like that night five years ago.

Could it be that the woman from five years ago is back?

The pain of the onset of illness and the effect of the drug rolled in Mo Jincheng's body, making him miserable.

He urgently needs a woman to vent right now.

The woman in front of her is the best choice.

"Jincheng, don't be like this, people will be shy......"

An Ruchu saw him so enthusiastic and knew that the effect of the medicine must have been attacked.

Although she said shyly, her hand was impatient to tear off the last fig leaf on her body.

The smell of blood disappeared with it.

"Jincheng, you kiss me. You know, I love you so much, I've loved you for five whole years...... In the past five years, I have obediently stayed by your side, so that today, all the pain in your body can be alleviated...... Hmm!"

Before she could finish her words, someone suddenly grabbed her throat.

One second she was still amorous, but the next second she was pinched until her face was blue and she was about to lose her breath:

"Jincheng, Jincheng...... I cough it up...... I'm the same, what are you doing here?"

"You're not her! Who the hell are you?"

Mo Jincheng grabbed An Ruchu's neck and questioned with a hideous face.

An Ruchu was shocked.

Of course she knew who she was in Mo Jincheng's mouth!

But he never expected that he would be able to tell the difference by smelling alone.

"I'm the same woman, I'm not the woman I was five years ago, but my blood can save you......"

An Ruchu defended in a panic.

Her hand kept groping, trying to find the injection filled with Gu Xixi's blood.

Mo Jincheng was sick, and he didn't seem to know himself at all.

Now all he thinks about is the woman who detoxified him five years ago.

At this time, she could only suppress his symptoms with blood first-

An Ruchu finally touched the syringe and was about to unexpectedly plunge into Mo Jincheng's body:

"Ahh

Suddenly, the arm was choked violently, and even the crunch of bones cracking could be heard.

She screamed, and the syringe in her hand fell to the ground.

"Bastard!"

Mo Jincheng's reaction was so fast, it was not An Ruchu's turn to sneak attack him at all.

The syringe had just hit the ground when he stepped on it and shattered it.

"Don't!" An Ruchu screamed in despair when she saw the blood flowing all over the ground.

There was no blood.

There is no way to suppress Mo Jincheng's illness.

When the time comes, he is doubly tortured, and the final result is that he becomes a madman and dies by exploding.

That's not what she had in mind!

"Someone, help!

An Ruchu tried his best, pulled his legs and ran towards the hole.

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