Against the current Hengdao

The full-time medical staff on board arrived late and took their time. According to their efficiency, patients with severe allergies should have suffocated.

A large dose of anti-allergic injection was injected into the vein of Ling He's arm, and then an infusion bottle was hung. Ling He's face seemed to be gradually returning to normal. Only the wet clothes on the chest and back of the heart could be discerned. After struggling violently, he narrowly escaped death.

When Ling He was covered with an oxygen mask and blocked his sharp mouth, his expression was reluctant, it was clear that he was deprived of the most powerful weapon he had with him.

Yan Xiaodao was on the side of the stretcher bed, involuntarily maintaining a solemn kneeling position on one knee.His face was slightly sweaty, but he was still provoked into a smile at the critical moment. He stretched out his hand and stroked the transparent mask on his face, his eyes were probing and teasing.

The accidental meeting and acquaintance are still shallow, but it doesn't delay the two of them. Ling He immediately understood, and glared at Yan Xiaodao with sharp eyes, almost refusing to inhale oxygen. Ended up like an old thief, he was carried away by a group of doctors and nurses in embarrassment while breathing oxygen!

Seeing that Ling He was arguing with him with mouth movements and was about to blow his oxygen mask upside down, Yan Xiaodao smiled generously and waved his fingers to Mr. Ling apologetically, begging him to shut up for now.He bowed his head and said to this person: "Concentrate on regulating your internal strength, and do it with me when your blood is full."

Ling He couldn't tell whether he was smiling or angry, and gave him a menacing look.

When Liang Youhui crawled out of the box with the courage to break out of fear, the people around him basically dispersed.He saw Yan Xiaodao carrying Ling He upstairs back to the room, and the little follower even helped Young Master Ling hold the hanging bottle, trotting all the way very courteously... Yan Xiaodao really never cared about him, Liang Youhui, and didn't even think of coming back to take a look at his body Safety, this made Young Master Liang very disappointed.

Thinking of Ling He's face and figure again, Young Master Liang, who has the spirit of Ah Q and is very good at self-comfort, is relieved and feels very convinced.He picked the sawdust from his hair, and said to himself while going upstairs: "Xiaodao, you are called 'Heroes sad beauty pass'!"

Among the passing guests and onlookers, Jian Mingjue pulled out his phone eagerly, chatting with Zhao Qifeng, his best friend in the house.

"Baby, I haven't told you yet, but the Yan Xiaodao you want to see is also on this boat, regret who made you not come! ... But what I want to tell you is that I found a stunning , very handsome, and has that indescribable temperament, definitely a male vixen, in short, it is not at the same level as those crooked flowers and willows I have seen before! Well, this 'big fish', how to describe it It is not an exaggeration for him to be ashamed of a fish, a wild goose, a moon and a flower... However, it may not be the one you like."

Deputy Director Zhao was busy with business in the office, and he was a little impatient on the phone: "It's not the one I like, why do you tell me?"

Jian Mingjue hurriedly coaxed the great aunt of the God of Wealth to have fun: "Hey, the one you like... I think he's taken a fancy to that stunning male vixen! Those two must have slept together, and they've been inseparable for the past two days, so don't worry about it." I miss it."

On the other side of the crowd, behind a group of wild flowers and grass dressed like pheasant tails, there was a young master You who was quietly watching the scene of the incident.You Haodong was also on the phone with a gloomy face: "Dad, something happened just now, it seems that someone plotted to attack Linghe!

"It's not me, Dad. Our people didn't intervene at all. The scene was bloody. I don't know who was injured, maybe Yan Xiao was injured. I didn't even see who did it."

"Which family did it?" The rustling voice on the other end of the phone suppressed the shocking emotions, and You Jinglian couldn't help but fell into his neurotic nagging state, "Could it be Qi, no, no, his people were originally Here it is, who did that..."

"Who can't wait so long, insists on getting rid of Ling He, the only witness alive, and then the next one, it's my turn..." Some thoughts hit You Jinglian's nerves, making him hold the armrest of the reclining chair His fingers trembled slightly.Because of perennial worries, guilty conscience, fear, looking forward and backward, and because of the sharp sword that lay above his head more than ten years ago, he has habitually suffered from neurasthenia, insomnia and trembling hands, as if the sharp sword was about to fall off at any time Behead him.

"Father? What are you next?" You Haodong couldn't understand at all, his father is so powerful that he can stand alone, who should our You family be afraid of, and whose face should we look at, Qi Baoshan?

Yan Xiaodao lightly placed Ling He on the big bed, and at that moment, his right arm was in excruciating pain.

The "release" was the end of his strength, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, the pain immediately swept through his whole body, and began to gnaw at every joint and gap.He didn't want others to see that there was something abnormal. He propped his left hand on the bed, but he couldn't lift his right arm.

Ling He looked up at him, very understandingly, he struggled to open his legs, so that Yan Xiaodao had enough room to pull out his arms.

"Xiaodao, you..." Ling He's tone of voice from under the mask was mixed with rough panting, which was slightly distorted.

The distance between the two was very close, and their gazes rubbed against each other.After just saying two words, Ling He's eyes flickered and avoided for a moment, and he quickly changed his words: "Mr. Yan, you go and treat an injury, it's too serious."

Every tiny bit of expression fell into Yan Xiaodao's eyes, including the indistinct but distinct "Xiaodao" that leaked from someone's thin lips.With Ling He's mentality and double quotient, this change of wording already seemed quite straightforward, blunt and self-deprecating, very stupid, but it made Yan Xiaodao's heart soften, and inexplicably poked his weakness, and a wave of silent water slowly rippled out .

Yan Xiaodao shook his head and refused the proposal, not leaving.

Ling He smiled slightly, pointed to the bottle, and pointed to his heart, meaning, it's all right.

Yan Xiaodao lightly tapped the terrifying needle hole between his two collarbones.

Ling He shook his head, then pointed his hand backwards in the direction of the ship's emergency infirmary, you go to treat the wound, and quickly remove the ink.

Yan Xiaodao shook his head again, still worried.

Ling He smiled, and pointed to Yang Xifeng again.

Yan Xiaodao shrugged his shoulders, that stick is unreliable, I am really worried.

Younger brother Yang, who has little tendons, was holding the bottle by the bed at this moment, poking it like a medical bottle pole, and didn't even notice that there was a silent communication between the two.

Yan Xiaodao deeply agrees that as long as Mr. Ling keeps his mouth shut, most of the time, he is a very beautiful and lovely person.Of course, as long as you open your mouth, it will most likely destroy the atmosphere and beauty of the communication between the two, and the goodwill accumulated with great difficulty will be gone.

Ling He should really be a mute.This person does not need to open his mouth to speak, his eyes can speak; when a faint layer of ink clouds and mountains appear from the end of his eyes, and he sits and watches the red clouds in the sky, a pair of wonderful eyes is enough to make a person who does not have much ink in his stomach feel ashamed. I imagined many beautiful words, such as morning stars and bright moon, such as autumn water and waves...

Yan Xiaodao took off his coat and locked himself in the bathroom.He ordered Yang Xifeng to go to the infirmary to get some gauze bandages and anti-inflammatory massage oil.

The elbow joint of his right arm was kicked in the fierce battle. It was a second injury, and the degree of swelling and color could no longer be seen.

Just now he pressed his chest for Ling He, acting as a human pacemaker, which aggravated the injury again.At that moment, he completely ignored the arm injury, as if that arm was no longer his own, so Ling He's chest did not collapse in the end, it was his own arm that was about to break.

The surface of the suit was still decent, but the lining was splattered with blood, congealed into dark black, mottled, Yan Xiaodao slowly and carefully peeled off the shirt, trying not to touch the injured arm, revealing the naked upper body and a row of sharp knives around the waist .

He is very skilled in doing these things, also because he has suffered a lot of injuries.

He pried open a bottle of foreign wine with his teeth, uncorked the bottle with his thumb, washed the wound and then quenched his thirst and fatigue.He found a box from the sink, mixed the medicine powder with warm water, applied antibiotic anti-inflammatory medicine powder to the split wound, and finally wrapped the arm with bandages layer by layer to fix the muscles.Basically, his right arm could only be slightly curled up, not daring to use force.

This kind of injury needs to be recuperated for a month or two, so it's not a big deal, but he just doesn't have the time to recuperate now.

Avoiding in the bathroom, he dialed Qi Ye's number: "Godfather."

"Godfather, both Ling He and I were attacked. A group of people wanted to kill him. It happened an hour ago on the boat."

"..." Qi Baoshan turned off the little tune he was listening to in the room with a "snap" on the other end of the phone, and the starlings in the corridor were all hoarse, and the first sentence revealed his nervousness, "Where is Linghe people? He died?!"

Yan Xiaodao said: "No, I almost died, but I was rescued again, so I should be fine now."

Qi Baoshan didn't know whether he was relieved or disappointed, he silently pondered for a while: "Oh...he was rescued."

Yan Xiaodao couldn't hold back any longer, so he asked, "Godfather, who did it?"

Qi Baoshan asked him instead: "Who do you think did it?"

Yan Xiaodao was at a loss for words: "...I don't know him at all. He looks like someone hired from outside. If he misses, he jumps into the sea. He doesn't intend to let others recognize him or catch him alive."

Qi Baoshan fell into silence again, and then suddenly said a word of concern: "Xiaodao, are you okay? Are you injured?"

Yan Xiaodao's face was calm: "A little bit of skin injury, it's nothing serious, don't worry."

Master Qi's words of concern are also quite blunt, and it feels like perfunctory care to appease people's hearts. The focus is all on whether Ling He is dead or not.

"Okay, I see." Qi Baoshan fell into a detached self-talk in the dead of night, "Whether Linghe is dead or alive, there will always be someone who wants to cut off this old carrion, Sooner or later, there will be people who are impatient to show their feet and start to do it, let them toss, we might as well stop quietly and watch the excitement...Xiao Dao, take care of yourself."

Yan Xiaodao agreed politely, and when he hung up the phone, his serious expression was filled with disappointment and suspicion that could not be concealed...

The enemy who had a business feud more than ten years ago?He always thought that Qi Baoshan didn't tell him all the truth, or that none of it was true at all.It's just that he is not qualified to inquire about some things, so what does it really matter to him? ...

The first half of the night was quite lively, because of an unexpected bloody incident, the security personnel on the cruise ship talked and questioned the guests from door to door, both to check and to appease.

When knocking on the door of the duplex VIP suite, the security guards in black uniforms were very polite.Of course, if you ask, you won't be able to find out the details of the truth. Who will admit it to those who are related?The two suspects who provoked the dispute threw themselves directly into the sea. The crew salvaged for a while with lifebuoys and rope nets across the side of the ship, but found nothing. They only saw a pitch-black and turbulent sea, so they quickly gave up. up.

There were bloodstains in the boxes and corridors of the theater, but the bloodstains also belonged to the missing suspect, and there was still no direct evidence to accuse anyone of wrongdoing.

The boat did not anchor, and they sailed a few nautical miles overnight. Everyone tacitly tried to expose this matter.

dead?Who saw it.

If there is a big fuss and it is said that people died on this ship, the route of "Blue Sea and Cloud" Shengyan will not be sold.

In the middle of the night, the cruise ship entered a steady and constant sailing time on the sea, the sensual venues became much less popular, and the corridors were quiet and silent.

The medical staff finally removed all the obtrusive things like the bottle and the oxygen mask, and when we left the room, there was nothing in front of us that could stop Mr. Ling from speaking freely with a wonderful mouth, and showing our kindness at no cost. hatred.

Yan Xiaodao felt that Ling He seemed to be asleep, but when he bent over to cover the man with a quilt lightly, Ling He turned sideways, turned one arm over, and it was just right on his waist.

The two fell silent in the dim light.They were already about the same height, enough to sit and lie flat on their backs. At this time, they were looking at each other's eyes on the pillow.

In fact, Yan Xiaodao is still secretly on guard, with his temper, he is not used to outsiders approaching him or cuddling him.His bedmates and confidantes have all complained, Xiaodao, why don't you want to take off your clothes when you go to bed?

His reason for not taking off his clothes was certainly not coyness.

Bed partners only look for acquaintances who have known each other for many years. He has never put on a face, and will never play other people's tricks on this kind of matter.

Ling He looked at him: "Mr. Yan, do you never take off your clothes when you sleep? It's hard for you. There should be four small knives under the right armpit, and there should be four small knives under the left armpit. Don't you feel bad? The one who slaughtered pigs and cattle Where did you hide the broad knife, can I touch your suit jacket?"

Yan Xiaodao is always amazed by the shrewdness and meticulousness of the person in front of him, as if he knows everything in his heart, but he can't help but speak out harshly to challenge his patience.

As long as Mr. Ling opens his mouth, he will definitely come prepared, and his intentions are not good.

Ling He put his hands on his waist not to express intimacy or seduce, just this one, his fingers silently twisted the positions of the handles of the four willow-inch knives of different lengths on his right rib, and even felt the positions and angles up.Yan Xiaodao didn't flick off the opponent's hand, he tolerated this person's presumptuousness to the greatest extent.

On the back of Ling He's hand was a piece of bruise from the infusion needle.He looked distressed and didn't want to shake off the man's hand.

Yan Xiaodao said: "The lining of the suit is full of blood, you better stop touching it."

Ling He laughed and said: "The lining of Hangsi is still a famous brand, it's too wasteful. Mr. Yan, don't bother to save me next time."

Yan Xiaodao looked into the other person's eyes: "Someone entrusted me to protect your life and return to the mainland. I also use money to do things. There is no trouble or no trouble."

A glacier-like Bai Lian flashed across his light-colored pupils, like the only bright light that illuminates the truth in the dark.Ling He laughed miserably: "Whose money is used to do things? Your adoptive father Qi Baoshan. He asked you to arrest me and plan to dispose of me with his own hands, but now the timing has changed. I can't wait until I go back and ask for a statement, heh! After all, If you do it at the door of your house, you won't be able to tell me that I died on your territory near the bay port; and I died on the ship 'Cloud' feeding the fish until there was not even a scum left, which is the most perfect ending. "

Yan Xiaodao frowned: "If you feed fish on this boat, it has nothing to do with Lord Qi."

Ling He smiled mischievously, but he seemed to be dissecting the truth in the sharpest way and smiled at the foolish person in front of him: "President Yan, don't save me, sooner or later you will kill me again, and then you save me again? Then Another slaughter? This repeated cutting and cutting, my wound is also very painful, I have flesh and blood and can feel pain, needle pricks, tears, skin and bones, it is better to just give me a knife!"

Yan Xiaodao's expression slowly changed, and his pupils narrowed into the opponent's eyes.

There are many questions in his mind, but he just keeps it in his heart and refuses to say it.It's one thing for him to figure it out, but it's another thing for Ling He to figure it out in this way.

What exactly is Lord Qi hiding from more than ten years ago?

There is a generation difference between Master Qi and Ling He, what kind of enmity is there?

The "dispose of" mentioned by Lord Qi is how to deal with Linghe...

Why didn't the two killers use guns, why didn't they directly use Yan Xiaodao's ultimate move on Yan Xiaodao, but seemed to be hindered everywhere?

How many people know that Linghe is allergic to nicotine?Injecting a dose of nicotine is almost equivalent to being thrown into the gas chambers of Auschwitz.

The killer was obviously not brought by You Haodong, so who else could it be?Who bribed Watanabe Yangshan to get on the boat tonight?

……

If you have some doubts, you can’t think about them over and over again. Once you think about it, it’s like a deformed tumor rooted in your brain. The tumor will not digest itself, but will only grow bigger, oppressing his nerves heavily, and disturbing his mind.

Yang Xifeng was sleeping on the couch on the first floor of the suite.Both upstairs could hear the kid's ups and downs of heartless snoring.

Ling He silently pointed downstairs.

Yan Xiaodao: "What do you want to say?"

Ling He had a strange expression, as if he was in a mood of anger and resignation, facing Yan Xiaodao's face, he said every word to his heart: "From the box, you kicked me into my wheelchair in order to protect me, and kicked me into the corridor. I My wheelchair was spinning around, and many people saw it. The yellow-haired Terminator just grabbed my hair and shoulders in a grand manner, dragged me to the ground, and dragged me all the way into the next room.

"I'm just across the wall from you, in the box next to yours. Someone must have seen this scene. They knew that I would be in danger and I would be killed, but no one told you that I was almost ten steps away from you. Mr. Yan, You were almost one step late, just a little bit, but you came early, which ruined other people's plans...

"Mr. Yan, why didn't the people around you tell you that I died next door?"

……

At that moment, Yan Xiaodao's eyes burst into scarlet, like a wildfire that started a prairie fire in an instant, and even the old scar hidden in the hairline burst into red.

He jerked off Ling He's arm around his waist and stared at this man.

This mouth is really poisonous, it is like a snake and a scorpion.

This person was so weak that he was almost suffocated an hour ago, he definitely wasn't pretending to be dead like that, he just recovered!Between Ling He's two collarbones was a thick needle hole, his chest was bruised and swollen from the intense pressure, his breath was obviously weak, but every word pierced his heart.Just now, the blood recovery is not enough, so let's start to release moves!

Yan Xiaodao was furious, because he had doubts about Qi Baoshan before and was unwilling to admit it, so he was very uncomfortable with the anger in his chest.The eyes of the two were entangled, and sparks crackled and splashed in the darkness.He pinched Ling He's chin very hard, and this pinched Ling He's facial expression until he distorted: "Have you said enough? What else, pour it all out."

Ling He stared at him stubbornly, his extremely thin lips were bloodless, and the shape of his lips suggested the sharp corners of his mouth.

Yan Xiaodao asked forcefully: "That yellow-haired killer, did he talk to you at that time?... What did he say?"

Ling He's eyes also gradually turned red: "I'll tell you what he said, who sent him, will you believe it?"

Yan Xiaodao said coldly, "Say it. Let me hear what else you can say?"

Ling He sneered: "What else can I say? I'll die if I say one more thing, you might as well just go to the sea to find the corpse and ask about it."

After a while, Yan Xiaodao nodded: "Then don't say anything, just shut your mouth, and if you say one more word, I will pull out your tongue."

Ling He showed no signs of fear, and also had a proud face, and he would never give in at this juncture.As long as he is weak, guilty, cowering, or coquettish, Yan Xiaodao's clever mind will definitely see through him, pull out his tongue, and reveal his true face.

At that time, he also grabbed Yan Xiaodao's two fingers with a hand speed like a stress reflex, and couldn't help but want to exert force fiercely.The knife was about to pinch his face until his gums rubbed against the oral mucosa and bled, which was more painful than poking him with a needle.

He still gave up, instead of breaking Yan Xiaodao's hand like breaking a needle, he slowly let go...

When Yan Xiaodao's face suddenly approached him and sent out threats word by word, Ling He didn't hear what the man said clearly. Yan Xiaodao's beautiful lips suddenly distracted him, and the memory of an hour ago was as vivid as new and hit him directly Between the eyebrows and the middle of the lip lines of the two of them, there was still a smear of blood embedded in it, which had not been washed off.

The two people tonight did not hesitate to fight with their lives at the critical moment, and they both used big moves, but one cut their arms and the other attacked their hearts.

In the dark, the two were too lazy to talk to each other, and it was not a good thing to fight with each other when they had a good heart, and they couldn't play around like children when they were not speculative, so they simply used their spear-piercing gazes to strangle each other, and whipped the opposite person For seven or eight rounds, he tried to overwhelm the opponent but failed, but he was a grasshopper on the same line and slept on the same bed.