[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

There was a loud bang from the window panes.Zhou Mao looked out of the house, it was clearly daytime, but it seemed like night.The sky was completely black, the wind was howling, and huge water droplets hit the glass one after another, as if the glass could be smashed through a few times.There were sounds of crashing and breaking in the streets, and occasional bursts of human cries.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Zhou Mao's distraction, Zhou Qingyao put his hands on the back of Zhou Mao's neck and straightened his head so that he could look directly at her.The two of them were naked | naked overlapping on the bed, Zhou Qingyao didn't seem to care about the storm outside the window at all, but just absorbed Zhou Mao's body temperature vigorously.

Zhou Mao raised his head.The bursts of pleasure made his scalp tingle. "We...can't always be like this..." He panted, and said intermittently: "In...this world, you always think about doing this kind of thing...you will die soon..."

"No." Zhou Qingyao kissed Zhou Mao's body like raindrops outside the window. "This is the last time. The next time is after we find a stable residence." He smiled and hugged Zhou Mao tightly at the same time: "The premise is that you can bear it."

Zhou Mao didn't speak.Although Zhou Qingyao was not different this time from so many times in the past, he still seemed to feel the deep worry, anxiety and uneasiness in Zhou Qingyao's heart from the tight chest.He didn't know where these emotions came from, and how to resolve them, so he could only let Zhou Qingyao vent on himself, hoping that this body could share some pain for him until he was exhausted.

Zhou Mao fell asleep in Zhou Qingyao's arms. In the precarious wind and rain, he seemed to hear Zhou Qingyao's heavy sigh.Worried breaths gradually blurred in Zhou Mao's mind with the imminent onset of sleepiness.

The next morning, the two left the hotel.It seems that because of the early time, the man is not at the front desk, and the whole hotel is very quiet, as if there is no one there.Only the gaudy tripod blankets on the wall are still hanging quietly.

After arriving at the depository, Zhou Mao saw his cat at a glance.The size of Xiaohu still stands out among all the mutated pets in the depository.He looked around with amber eyes, and when he saw Zhou Mao and Zhou Qingyao, he immediately called out to them happily, and circled around in place again.

The fact that Xiaohu was not taken away and is still in the foster care made Zhou Mao very happy.He quickly asked Zhou Qingyao to pay the staff some money, and took Xiaohu out of the foster home.

But Zhou Qingyao was different, his expression was clearly worried. "Let's go to the market to buy some water and dry food, and then leave the city quickly." He walked up to Zhou Mao and whispered in Zhou Mao's ear, "Take the main road of S city."

Zhou Mao nodded.The two led Xiaohu to the biggest shopping place in S City.The market is located not far from the main road and is a very tall building.It can be seen at a glance without the guidance of passers-by.

There are still very few pedestrians on the street.I don't know if it's Zhou Mao's illusion, he feels that the streets today seem to be more deserted than yesterday.All the doors and windows of the houses were closed tightly, with a solemn appearance.

After walking for a while, Zhou Qingyao quietly took Zhou Mao's hand. "Turn the corner and take the alley." He whispered with the corner of his mouth without looking at Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao felt a little strange, but followed Zhou Qingyao into the alley next to the street.After the two circled around the alley, they returned to the main road.

Zhou Qingyao's face became very ugly.He grabbed Xiaohu.Quickly climbed onto its back, and then reached out to pull Zhou Mao.

"Come up quickly." Zhou Qingyao said.

"Wait, city S doesn't allow pets to be ridden on the streets of the city, we will be stopped by the guards..."

Before Zhou Mao could finish speaking, Zhou Qingyao pulled Zhou Mao up and hugged him tightly. "Go!" He tightened the rope and ordered Xiaohu: "Go to the north city gate."

The little tiger meowed and started to run wildly.

"We are being followed. There are a lot of people." Zhou Qingyao said to Zhou Mao amidst the howling wind. "Get out of here first."

At this time, from nowhere, a huge hunting dog suddenly sprang out.It was slightly smaller than the little tiger, with slender limbs, lying in the middle of the road, and bared its teeth at the little tiger.

The little tiger stretched out its claws, slammed on the brakes, and stopped in front of the hound.The hound let out a series of growls as it arched its back in a defensive posture.All of a sudden, several dogs, big and small, came out from around the street, staring at the two people and the cat.At the same time, a group of armed men surrounded them.

A man with a crew cut rose from the hound, a tall, muscular man with a dangerous look in his narrow eyes.

The crew-haired man patted the Hound on the head to calm him down.Then he stared at Zhou Mao and Zhou Qingyao with sizing eyes.

Zhou Qingyao sat on Xiaohu, clutching the rope tightly, and looked at the man coldly. "Which gang do you belong to? Jinding or Baiyan?" He asked the flat-haired man with a calm voice: "Aren't you afraid that the other gang will be dissatisfied with such a commotion on the street?"

"What gang?" The man showed a dazed look, and then smiled suddenly, "The two little bosses in City S you're talking about?" He waved his hand in one direction. "Qiangzi, show them something."

Hearing this, the person sitting on the other hound stood up and threw the thing in his hand to the two of them.There was still some liquid in it, and it drew a parabola in the air and landed on Xiaohu's back.

Zhou Mao took a closer look, and was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the rope.Those were two heads, one was older and the other was in the prime of life, with bloodstains all over his face, his eyes wide open, and his face was terrifying.The dirty blood flowed under Xiaohu's fur, and Xiaohu twisted his back uncomfortably.

Zhou Qingyao's face was full of gloom.He grabbed both heads by the hair and threw them to the ground. "What do you want to do?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Nothing." The flat-headed man grinned and smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. "We won't do anything to you." His eyes wandered over the faces of Zhou Qingyao and Zhou Mao: "As long as you hand over the person with the healing ability, let him go with us."

Zhou Qingyao's body froze instantly, staring at the man.

"How is it possible." Zhou Mao heard a slight murmur from Zhou Qingyao's mouth, "How could anyone know. I've clearly put that person..."

"Handing over that person won't do you any harm." The man stroked the hound's ears, and said in a sincere tone as much as possible: "We will guarantee that the person who can heal will be given a very high status in the organization and the best life Of course, if other people want to, we are also willing to accept it.” He glanced at the two heads on the ground: “You have also seen the strength of our organization. Joining us is something that everyone in the world can only dream of. It is only good for you , no harm."

Zhou Qingyao pursed her lips tightly. "Although the world is chaotic and supplies are in short supply, medical treatment has not regressed. All non-fatal injuries can be cured through modern medical technology." He said in a calm tone, "I can't understand why you would treat a person with healing ability. People are so persistent. This ability has no other effect except to reduce the time spent in the hospital bed."

"You know what a fart." The flat-headed man snorted through his teeth impatiently. "He can heal trauma, and he can definitely replenish the life energy consumption of supernatural beings. Even if he can't, it's a talent to heal people quickly. How could we not want it?"

The calmness on Zhou Qingyao's face disappeared, and he slowly opened his eyes wide, his expression becoming ferocious and terrifying.

"Who told you?" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice: "Who told you that that person can replenish life energy?"

"Leave it alone." He sneered, staring at the two of them closely: "Which one of you is the healer?"

Zhou Qingyao didn't say a word, but secretly held Zhou Mao's hand tightly.Zhou Qingyao's hands were frighteningly cold, Zhou Mao looked back at him, but he didn't respond to Zhou Mao's gaze.

"You don't want to eat the toast." The flat-headed man snorted and pointed at the two of them: "Take them all down for me."

The people around became restless, people shouted loudly, the hounds began to rub their soles on the broken concrete floor, and the encirclement that trapped the two gradually narrowed.Xiaohu curled up vigilantly on the ground, arched his back, ready to jump up at any time.

Zhou Qingyao squeezed Zhou Mao's hand hard, and Zhou Mao felt a chill rushing into his palm. He patted Xiaohu's back, comforted it, and thought about whether Xiaohu could break through the encirclement.The people standing around on the ground pointed their guns| and crossbows at the little tiger. If it forcibly jumped up and escaped, it would inevitably be hit by bullets and arrows.Although the tiger's fur was very thick, it couldn't withstand such a huge number of attacks.

Maybe I can go with this crew-haired man first, and try to escape later.Zhou Mao thought.He squeezed Zhou Qingyao's hand back, and turned around to tell him what he thought, but saw Zhou Qingyao's eyes wide open, staring fiercely at the flat-headed man, with a violent look on his face.

For a moment, Zhou Mao felt Zhou Qingyao's palm was icy cold.The sound of the crowd rubbing against clothes and utensils, and the heavy panting of the hound seemed to be paused in an instant. The surroundings seemed to be frozen, the air was like a viscous liquid, and the sky turned a deep gray-brown.

Zhou Mao blinked.Out of nowhere, the wind blew his hair.The momentary stillness just now seemed to be his own illusion.The surroundings are still in a state of being on the verge of breaking out.The crowd was silent, just approaching them with weapons |

Zhou Qingyao's hand was still holding Zhou Mao's tightly, and the temperature seemed not so cold anymore.Zhou Mao looked at his face.He looked nervous, but very calm, making Zhou Mao wonder if he had misread his expression just now.

Zhou Mao looked forward.The flat-headed man stood on top of the hound, looked at the two of them blankly, and said nothing.Zhou Mao felt a little strange. He patted Xiaohu, thinking that he would run away while the man was in a daze, but he saw the flat-headed man fell straight to the ground and fell off the nearly three-meter-high hound. down.

With an ordinary bang.The flat-headed man slammed onto the concrete floor abruptly.There was an obvious gun hole in his back, and blood gushed out like a spring along the hole, staining the gray and white ground red.

The rustling sound in the crowd disappeared instantly.The surrounding hounds seemed to be surprised by the sudden situation and forgot to demonstrate.

"Someone put a cold shot!" Someone suddenly shouted, and the crowd immediately became agitated.They held | weapons, whispering to each other, while showing a little timid look.

Zhou Qingyao hugged Zhou Mao and quickly pulled up the rope. "Run!" He ordered Xiaohu loudly, and at the same time bent down, sticking to Xiaohu's back, and at the same time pressed Zhou Mao tightly under him.

The little tiger gave a loud cry, swept his tail, knocked down a few people, jumped up, landed in the crowd again, used his own body weight to try his best to scare the surrounding people, and then quickly jumped onto the roof of the roadside, Run up.

"Don't let them escape!" someone yelled.The hound quickly chased towards Xiaohu, and a few bullets grazed Zhou Mao's shoulder and shot into Xiaohu's hair.

The little tiger whined twice and shook his body uncomfortably, but kept jumping between the roofs at high speed.Zhou Qingyao tightly grasped the rope, while pressing down on Zhou Mao, she also picked up the pistol and shot at the pursuers.

Several hounds ran up to Xiaohu along the street and barked at him.The man on the hunting dog sat up, raised his gun and aimed it right into Xiaohu's eyes.

"Little Tiger! Turn around!" Zhou Mao yelled anxiously, and Xiaohu quickly turned his head and jumped to another house.The bullet grazed its fur, and was slightly deflected by the wind brought by Xiaohu, and hit | directly into Zhou Qingyao's shoulder.

Zhou Qingyao yelled in pain, almost passed out, and her coat was instantly stained red with blood.He still wanted to hold Zhou Mao tightly, but his arm could no longer exert strength.Zhou Mao quickly sat up from under him, supported Zhou Qingyao, and put his hands on his shoulders. When he was about to treat him, Xiaohu suddenly let out an ear-piercing cry.The other person sitting on the hound stood on the hound and opened his hands. A slender and flexible silk thread emerged from his hand, which firmly trapped the little tiger's front paw, and then tightened it.Xiaohu staggered and fell to the ground.

Zhou Mao tightly grasped the rope with one hand, and tightly hugged Zhou Qingyao's waist with the other, trying hard not to let himself fall off Xiaohu.He quickly covered Zhou Qingyao's shoulders, released energy from his palms, and healed him.

Zhou Qingyao's lips turned white due to excessive blood loss.He grabbed Zhou Mao's hand nervously, and when he opened his mouth to stop him, the man who stood on the hound and let out the filaments shouted excitedly: "I saw him healed! I know who the healer is! "

Following his cry, several arrows filled with gasoline and flames shot towards Xiaohu.Xiaohu quickly arched his back and shook his body greatly to avoid the flames.Zhou Qingyao's pupils suddenly dilated.When he wanted to protect Zhou Mao under his body again, he was delayed because the wound had not fully healed.Zhou Mao was concentrating on treatment, but he couldn't sit still on the little tiger. The man on the hunting dog took advantage of his shaking, quickly stretched out the silk thread, wrapped it around Zhou Mao's waist, and then pulled him hard, lifting him into the air.

Zhou Mao wanted to grab Zhou Qingyao's hand, but he couldn't pull it back as quickly as the silk thread. He only touched Zhou Qingyao's outstretched fingertips and was quickly pulled away.He watched himself fall in the direction of the hound, and anxiously used his hands to tear the silk thread around his waist, but the silk thread was made of unknown material, it was soft and slippery, and he couldn't get it no matter how he tried it.

Zhou Mao watched in despair as he got further and further away from Zhou Qingyao.With its front feet tied to the roof, the little tiger was screaming anxiously.Zhou Qingyao knelt on Xiaohu's back, still maintaining the posture of reaching forward.His wound was still not healed, and the blood flowed out again, dripping down the arm and onto the tiger's fur.

Zhou Mao felt himself falling heavily on the hound's back.In the ear is the fanatical cry of the silk thread supernatural being.He looked in Xiaohu's direction.Zhou Qingyao's eyes were red, her canthus were cracked, and her outstretched palms were gradually clenched.

A violent and vicious look quickly appeared on his face again.

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The word count of this chapter is a bit too much, so I apply for a day off...

Only one day off, and the day after tomorrow will be updated as usual.