[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

The creature under him immediately lowered his body after Boyouping came up, and then jumped up with four claws, like an arrow from the string, and instantly left behind the shouts of the Wang family's pursuers.It runs extremely fast, with the sound of "whoosh" in the ears, which actually gives people the thrill of riding a roller coaster with their eyes closed.

I couldn't open my eyes and was shaking all the time.

Poker Bottle touched my back and pulled off my drenched blouse. After the sound of "tearing" the zipper rubbing against each other, my body stiffened by the cold wind was sizzling with residual heat. wrapped in his hoodie, followed by a more intense smell of blood.

I was sobered up by the bloody smell for a moment, and I touched the oil bottle behind me with shaking hands, but he grabbed it tightly.

As soon as I touched his hand, I was startled—it was colder than mine when I just fished it out of the icy lake, it wasn't warm at all, and it also had a horrifying slippery feeling.I reached up and pinched his wrist, it was still cold, and the pulse was much faster than usual, but fortunately it was very strong.

Should be seriously injured, but not fatal.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the pain immediately occupied all my nerves.The effect of Qilin's exhaustion has completely passed, and what I experience now is no longer labor pains, but persistent pain, which will only get worse and worse, without giving me any time to breathe.

"Slow down, it's too bumpy for him to hold up."

After Poker Fing finished speaking, he wrapped his left hand around my waist to ensure that I would not accidentally fall down on the bumpy back of the beast, and his other hand groped all over himself for a while, but he didn't know where it came from. With a piece of cloth, the probe sucked out the dirty blood in the wound on my shoulder, then wrapped my hands around the bloody wound, and tightened it tightly.

It just so happened that there might be obstacles on the road at this time, and the beast under me couldn't get around it. I jumped suddenly, and when I landed on the ground, I bumped hard and split the wound again. I can feel the blood gushing out of the wound again, almost It soaked the cloth just tied up in an instant, dripped down the arm to the palm of the hand, and then dripped from the fingertips onto the fur of the beast.

After it sensed my situation, it began to slow down slowly, trying to maintain balance to reduce the vibration.But I still couldn't bear it, a little vibration was enough to make my whole body convulse with pain, I had nowhere to vent, and I didn't want to show weakness to Poker Bottle, so I could only tightly clenched the hand that was not held by him, tightly grit your teeth.

Then Poker Bottle yelled to stop.

He turned over and jumped off the beast's back, slowly took me next to his back, and tied the long sleeves of the hoodie tightly in front of him.Then he heard what he whispered in the ear of the strange beast, it should let it go back to block for a while, the strange beast let out a low growl, turned around and walked back and forth.

My chest was icy cold, but fortunately, the temperature on the back of Poker Oil Bottle was not low, and it burned through the racerback vest, which made me feel a little more comfortable.

He stretched out his arm to hook my leg, and started to move forward at a constant speed, not slow, but I could hardly feel the vibration.This is undoubtedly a huge drain on his physical strength, not to mention that doing so after a serious injury is also a heavy burden on the wound and heart.

At this time, I can't say anything about leaving one to save the other. I just feel distressed. This kind of pain even overwhelms the pain caused by the blood poison. I can only use the last bit of strength to surround him. neck.

There is no antidote for blood poisoning, and there are no large medical facilities nearby. With my current physical condition, the end is already in sight: I will die here in a moment.

I think Poker Ping is also very clear about this ending in his heart, so I can't understand his current behavior.

Although he once said that "the word meaning itself has no meaning", he has always been an absolutely rational person, and everything he does has his own reasons and clear meanings.This is the impression everyone who knows him has on him.

So what is he resolutely resisting and struggling with now?

Thinking of this, I inexplicably felt my nose sore, but reality did not allow me to think any more. The hypothermia caused by excessive blood loss made me unable to maintain absolute clarity of thought.I only felt that I felt weak from the depths of my body, my limbs turned from pain to numbness, my hands around Poker Bottle's neck gradually loosened, and my heartbeat slowed down.

Poker-Face noticed my change in an instant, and stopped in his tracks: "Hold on a little longer! That thing is used here, and the chance of success is too low!"

At the end of this sentence, the ending sounded a little trembling.

My tinnitus was severe, and after a few seconds, the pain began to ease, and the trembling and stiff muscles relaxed, and I felt the comfort and relaxation that I had not seen for a long time.

I just felt my heart beating fast, and my breathing suddenly became short of breath. I took a few breaths, and found that I could clearly feel the heartbeat and body temperature of Poker Bottle again, and then the heaviness of my eyelids disappeared, and I opened my eyes Opening his eyes, he saw Poker Ping's blood-stained neck and the unicorn tattoo that had not been seen for a long time, spreading all the way to the side of his face.

So quickly it came back to life.

I smiled wryly in my heart, tried to move my lips, and called him in Poker Face's ear: "Brother..."

He turned his head.

I thought for a while, and it was better not to tell him the three-character sentence, as it was meaningless and would only increase the burden, so I said, "Do you still remember the proprietress in Erdaobaihe?"

He froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Brother, I don't know what you are thinking and what plans you have. Whether you want to rebel against the family or have other plans. Get out from here and find that woman."

"She is a very important part of my plan, specially arranged for you, and I'm only telling you now, it's a surprise for you."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt dizzy in my head.

I knew I was running out of time, so I hurriedly continued:

"Three months. She can give you three months. During this time, no force can find you, including the Wu family themselves. The people on that line have been yours since the beginning of the plan. No longer mine."

Having said that, I smiled wryly, and continued:

"Me, I've always been a scumbag from before. Fatty always said that. You don't like to talk, but I know you thought so at the beginning. I still think so now."

"Now I can only give you three months with all my strength. It's a bit shabby as a surprise. But you have this little time to relax. No matter what you want to do, it will be easier. Don't hold it against you. Take care of the fat man as a gift in return..."

Having said that, I suddenly felt my heart beating "suddenly", the speed slowed down again, my blood pressure dropped sharply, my chest was so oppressed that I couldn't breathe any more.All the illusions that my body was getting better disappeared quickly, and my consciousness was instantly blurred, and I could no longer do any movements.

Sometimes death is so cruel that you don't even have time to finish a sentence.

Before the consciousness was about to fall into silence, maybe it was not worth it for me, or maybe this sentence had been turned back and forth countless times in my heart, and I uttered it naturally.I heard my soft and weak voice slowly say in Poker Fing's ear: "Brother...I...back...Hangzhou..."

In his last consciousness, he only felt Poker Fing's body tremble violently.

Then death takes away all my rights to perception.