Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

Ye Jinwu finally couldn't resist the physical pain, and passed out from mental exhaustion. The last memory before the coma was the man kneeling in front of the bed, holding her hand, like a devout Buddhist, offering her Beg for Chaodu and tell her that he is willing to put down the butcher knife for her and become a Buddha immediately.

In the end, the voice of a man's subwoofer was heard next to her ear: "From now on, don't run away from me again. A man who falls into hell and becomes a devil is very dangerous and tyrannical. You can put down the butcher's knife for love, or you can do it for love." , killing gods and killing Buddhas.”

The men's threats and lure words filled her entire dream.

In a trance, she recalled that she first met Master Lingji many years ago. Master Lingji said that she had a destiny with Buddha, so he gave her orders: deep love will not last, and wisdom will hurt!

She still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so it represented.

Even now!

"You, you can't escape."

Si Yuanzhen's fingers gently stroked her pale and haggard cheeks. Because there was no anesthesia or painkillers, even though she was in a coma, her body and spirit were suffering tremendously, and she was not stable. It was full of unbearable pain, the forehead and the nostrils were covered with dense sweat, and occasionally, she could hear the seemingly absent moan deep in her throat.

It's hard to imagine that such a weak woman can be so strong, enduring the pain that even a man may not be able to bear.

He suddenly thought that she is a pear blossom that blooms in March and April.

Wintersweet in winter is the shadow of pear blossoms.

The winter plum is proud and frosty, and the pear blossom is ice-clear and jade-clean.

Although pear blossoms are delicate, they are also hardy.

Si Yuanzhen suddenly became irritable.

Could it be that leaning against the wall and puffing, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one and handed it to him: "Do you want one?"

Take off the sterile clothes, take off the mask on his face, a baby face with a childish, unexpectedly young, absolutely unimaginable, this person is wandering across the border in Z, known as "do not save "Death for money" black doctor.

Si Yuanzhen took the cigarette he handed over, and put it in her mouth: "Cigarettes are really a good thing at certain times."

Could it be undeniable.

While puffing out the smoke, Si Yuanzhen asked, "How is her injury?"

He felt his fingers tremble uncontrollably, and the long ash on the cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground in an instant, smashing his body to pieces.

Mo Fei glanced at him indifferently: "You should know better than me how he is."

Although Si Yuanzhen is not a doctor, he has a long-term experience of wandering between life and death, and he knows better than anyone else the consequences of bullets hitting various parts of the body.

He will judge the injury according to his own injury.

Si Yuanzhen kicked Mo Fei to the ground, her tone full of impatience: "Don't fuck me, Momojiji is like a bitch."

He knew exactly how Ye Jinwu's injury was.

But he is not a doctor after all, he dare not be careless when it comes to Ye Jinwu.

Mo Fei got up from the ground and wiped the blood line from the corner of her mouth: "She was seriously injured and lost a lot of blood. She was delicate and expensive, and she was bumpy all the way. She was very fragile both physically and mentally. Although the bullet has been successfully removed, but due to the lack of medicines, she cannot receive the best treatment, and soon she will have a high fever, and under such harsh medical conditions, you know what a high fever means to her."

In this case, high fever means dying.

Si Yuanzhen's complexion darkened.

Mo Fei smiled sarcastically: "What's wrong with learning, but to learn the love of other people's children. The men of the Si family are indeed destined to escape."

The men of the Si family are all the darlings of the heavens. They are unparalleled in wisdom, scheming, playing tricks, and more wise than monsters. Every generation of the Si family's men is a generation of heroes with stunning talents.

However, God is fair, Si's men are all short-lived ghosts, very few of them can live past fifty.

Their destiny is either to die alone, or to die for love.

As if cursed, the gods gave them amazing talents, and at the same time put a pair of shackles on them, and this shackles were their saddest fate.

Si Yuanzhen's fingers lightly tapped the submachine gun in his hand: "Compared to using artificial insemination at the age of 40, leaving behind Si's blood, and then waiting to die alone, it is easier for me to accept this wonderful fateful ending .”

Si's man has an almost pathological obsession with cleanliness when it comes to feelings, and a pathological obsession with women.

Probably fate.

Many people spend their entire lives feeling unfeeling and loving, and end up alone.

Only the blood of the Si family has been thriving in the long torrent of time.

Mo Fei sneered: "If you do this, you will die faster."

A woman like Ye Jinwu is indeed rare in the world, because she is too clean and pure, no matter in body or mind.

A man in hell like Si Yuanzhen, with a butcher's knife in his hand, is full of murderous crimes. He has no resistance to such a woman at all.

It's like black and white.

There is always a kind of fate and persistence like Murphy's Law in the rotation of black and white.

Such a woman is a chronic poison to a man like Si Yuanzhen.

It will erode his willpower little by little.

Si Yuanzhen didn't take it seriously: "Don't worry, I will definitely give birth to the next generation of Si's successor before I die, and pass on Si's incense."

Mo Fei snorted and said, "Who would worry about your Si family's incense?" He brought the cigarette between his fingers to his mouth, and took a deep breath, then exhaled a large cloud of blue smoke: "Si Yuan Zhen, you are so despicable, there are three things you can’t cross in the Buddhist school, you have no fate, no faith, no wish, gods and Buddhas are difficult to cross, but you are not ashamed to ask Buddhist believers to cross you, haha! Your words are also deceiving like Ye Jinwu That kind of naive and ignorant woman, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, you don't believe it yourself!"

Si Yuanzhen's status is destined to kill him for the rest of his life. Master Lingji once said that Si Yuanzhen's order to kill is to kill the three constellations of wolves. Such a person is destined to hold power and only control the overall situation. As long as he lives for one day, he will fight endlessly, endlessly.

This is his fate.

Cannot be changed.

Otherwise, die!

Therefore, what he said to Ye Jinwu were all lies to deceive people.

Si Yuanzhen stared at the cigarette between her fingers, and the green mist rose from the cigarette butt: "So what?"

He has never been a gentleman, and it has always been his style to use whatever means to achieve his goals. He really intends to use his life-saving grace to Ye Jinwu to capture her heart, and to take advantage of her when she is seriously injured and weak. The belief in Buddhism shattered her inner hesitation, hesitation, and wavering in one fell swoop.

Let her have no escape.

Mo Fei took a deep breath: "You don't want her to save you, but you want to drag her into hell."

In the endless hell, thousands of billions of kalpas, there is no time to seek.

Behold, hell shall not come out.

Who can cross?