star hunter

"I'm also a supernatural being."

Xiao Tao's words really surprised Zhong Yuncong.

When he couldn't get his tongue out, the girl had already turned on the flashlight, and towards a dagger she picked up from nowhere, she rolled up her sleeves and cut her forearm neatly.

Dark red blood dripped out, Zhong Yuncong turned pale in astonishment: "What are you doing..."

"When I was ten years old, I fell from the height of a three-story building. My whole body was fractured and two legs were broken." Xiaotao spoke quickly, and as he spoke, he lifted his shirt, and the wound on his back suddenly appeared. In contact with the cold wind, Zhong Yun lost his voice under the severe pain.

"At that time, almost everyone thought I was going to die, and I thought so too. I couldn't move at all, and I was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, feeling like I was waiting to die, very desperate." He could feel the warmth The liquid dripped continuously on his wound. He knew it was Xiaotao's blood, and he wanted to stop it, but he couldn't speak.

"But after three days, I was able to get out of bed. All the broken bones healed on their own. This was beyond everyone's expectations."

The blood in his wound began to coagulate.

"At first, I thought it was my fate, but someone immediately pulled me to do the experiment... They cut my skin, but within 10 minutes, the wound healed itself."

He felt the wound start to heat up.

"It was only then that I realized that everything was not accidental, but that my physique was unusual."

Suddenly there was a tingling pain on the wound, and he was caught off guard, his body trembled involuntarily, and cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

Xiaotao noticed it, raised her hand to wipe off his sweat, and comforted him softly: "This is a normal reaction of wound healing...don't be afraid."

Zhong Yuncong could feel that the amount of blood dripping on his wound had increased again. It must be that Xiaotao had stabbed him again. He couldn't bear it, and struggled to speak out: "Don't...don't..."

"It's okay, this bit of blood is nothing to me." Xiaotao smiled and continued, "Then they did some experiments on me, and then they discovered something—not only did I heal myself ability, and my blood also has healing power."

The pain in the wound became more and more intense, and the burning sensation became more obvious. He couldn't hold it back, and groaned in pain.

"So, don't worry, I can cure you."

Zhong Yuncong no longer had the strength to speak, his face was pressed against the cold and rough stone wall, and the only sound left in the entire cave was his heavy and rapid breathing.

He didn't know what the girl did again. About a quarter of an hour later, the burning tingling began to weaken. Perhaps the weakest period had passed, but his consciousness turned from chaotic to sober, and he could clearly feel it. The blood vessels in the wound began to constrict, and the surrounding skin also had a spasm response.

Xiaotao took the water bottle and fed him water: "It's starting to scab, and it will get better soon."

When Zhong Yuncong was drinking water, he glanced at her arm in a daze. She had put down her sleeves. He couldn't see the wound clearly, but he found some blood stains on her sleeves.

Xiaotao noticed his gaze and smiled slightly: "Have you forgotten? My self-healing ability is very strong, and a wound of this degree is nothing to me."

But her face was clearly pale.

Zhong Yuncong's lips pursed a bit, trying to say something, but in the end he couldn't resist his body's instinct, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but he didn't think it would be long, because a thick scab had just formed on his back, and the gunshot wound on his left leg had obviously been treated, and the bullet lodged in the flesh had been picked out. When it came out, it looked bloody, but it was actually starting to scab.

"Xiaotao, you..." He struggled to move, but he didn't think about it, but startled Xiaotao: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

He turned his head and looked over with difficulty, and found that she was kneeling beside Jiang Qiyan, the dagger in her hand was stuck in his heart.

He could tell at a glance that she was preparing to treat Jiang Qiyan's injury.

"You...you don't want to die?!" His tone became stern, her complexion was even worse than before, and she was as thin as a piece of paper. He was really worried that she would not be able to hold on.

Xiaotao smiled shyly: "Anyway... just by the way. He's dying, you can't bear to just watch him die like this...?"

Zhong Yuncong closed his eyes and remained silent.

He didn't interfere with the girl's behavior after that, until he heard the sound of her falling down with a thud, his heart skipped a beat, he stood up tremblingly while supporting the stone wall, dragged his injured leg and struggled to get her up.

After letting Xiaotao sit against the stone wall, he carefully observed her condition. There was no blood on her face, she broke out in a lot of cold sweat, and her hands and feet were cold, which was obviously a symptom of excessive blood loss.

But the wound on her arm is indeed healing.

With a long sigh, he covered Jiang Qiyan's coat over her body.

Afterwards, he turned his head and glanced at Jiang Qiyan. The latter's chest heaved and heaved, and his breathing was also very heavy, but it was much better than before when he was exhaling more and inhaling less.

He was an individual who had personally experienced the magic of Xiaotao's abilities, and he believed in the efficacy of her blood, so the life of the picket leader should have been saved.

But that guy was injured more seriously than him, and it took a long time, so he probably recovered so quickly.

Speaking of which, it was really not easy for him to survive for so long.

The two of them were unconscious for the time being, and Zhong Yun, who was born to work hard, could never relax in the stone cave to recover from his injuries. Although he had dealt with the four men in black before, who knew there would be more people around here? Will there be "Shadow" people?

He picked up the pistol, struggled out of the hole, purposely found a rock that could cover his figure, hid behind, breathed slowly, and fully guarded his surroundings.

The wound on his thigh was still aching, but the wound on his back was slightly itchy. Although Zhong Yuncong felt uncomfortable, he was also happy from the bottom of his heart, which meant that the wound on his back had entered the recovery period.

Xiaotao's supernatural ability is really amazing... He was thinking about it, but his whole body shuddered—could it be that "Shadow" wasn't coming for him, but... Xiaotao?

In this way, some neglected details began to emerge in his mind. For example, when chasing a car, the other party did not take him as the driver as the first target of attack, but reached out to grab Xiaotao; When he was standing alone at the entrance of the cave, the other party only wanted to put him to death, but he was determined to drill into the cave... They must not be the picket leader Jiang Qiyan, right?

This girl who met him unexpectedly has something to do with "Shadow"?

Zhong Yun was in a cold sweat, but he wasn't worried that Xiao Tao would be a bad person, if that was the case, there was no need for her to risk her life to save others.

He was worried, "Shadow" would not let her go easily.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the starless and moonless sky, feeling that this night was extremely long.

Suddenly, he thought of Su Xian, even though he knew he shouldn't think about it, but he still thought about it—what is he doing?

At this moment, he keenly heard the rustling of branches and leaves. He looked over vigilantly and found that the treetops not far away were shaking slightly, as if a gust of wind had just blown by.

He was still in doubt, but he didn't dare to delay the movement of his hand for half a minute. He stood up abruptly and raised the gun reflexively.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, a black figure flashed out from behind the tree trunk like a ghost, standing opposite him, and raised the gun in his hand almost simultaneously.

They held their guns at each other, his index finger was on the trigger, his palm was sweating, sticky and sticky to the gun, his heart was beating thunderously.

After a moment of confrontation, the other party didn't say a word, Zhong Yuncong could no longer bear this suffocating situation, took a deep breath, and asked calmly, "Who is it?"

At that moment, his eyes and ears went all out to capture the opponent's every move, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the opponent's well-contained breath instantly became disordered.

Then, he heard his lowered voice.

"Your reaction is a little faster than I thought."

His heart rate became more and more manic.

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Su Xian had some doubts, but he was still not sure.

With such a firm and tough posture, is the person standing opposite him really the person he knows?

Until the opponent's impatience broke the confrontation, he heard his bluff questioning.

"who?"

Familiar voice.

Su Xian's breath stagnated, and his tense nerves relaxed instantly. Under the cover of the night, he laughed silently, and even had the mood to tease the other party.

"Your reaction is not slow."

The other party stood stiffly on the spot, as if turned into a clay sculpture and wood carving.

He took the lead to put away his gun, walked over, grabbed the opponent's muzzle, and said with a chuckle, "Hey, are you still holding the gun? Want to take the opportunity to retaliate?"

The other party's breathing suddenly became heavy.

"After all, I beat you up in the morning. It's only natural for you to hate me."

"If you want to take revenge, hurry up." Su Xian leaned close to his ear, admonishing him brazenly, and even turned the muzzle of the gun in his hand so that it was pressed against his chest, "The opportunity to point the gun at me like this , but not every day.”

There was something seductive about his lowered voice, almost beyond the realm of mischief.

Zhong Yuncong took a deep breath, trying to suppress the out-of-control heart rate back to the normal level, then he withdrew his pistol and turned his back: "Your joke is not funny at all."

Su Xian laughed softly.

"Anyway, congratulations on surviving a catastrophe."

The little strength in Zhong Yuncong's body was almost completely taken off at that moment. He swayed and almost fell down. Fortunately, Su Xian had quick eyesight and quick hands, and helped him up.

"You are hurt?"

With a pale face, he didn't answer his question, but laughed instead: "If you get so close to me again, I'll take the joke just now."

With a thought in his mind, Su Xian blurted out: "Then do it."

Zhong Yuncong laughed out loud, out of breath: "Hey, you ran to such a barren mountain in the middle of the night to perform official duties, right?"

Su Xian was stunned, wondering if it was an illusion, he always felt that the person in front of him seemed to have changed somehow after one day and one night passed.

He quickly recovered his original nature, suppressed his smile, and replied solemnly: "Then why not, do you think I'm free to go out for a walk?"

"It's also possible, find someone or something by the way?" Zhong Yuncong raised his eyebrows, but actually teased him instead, he snorted coldly, pushed the guy away, and walked into the cave.

"It wasn't you who was looking for anyway."