I'm not a bomb, so please don't throw me out

Ambush so she was grounded by the prison temple.

She loves the Teletubbies, yes, but the days of only the Teletubbies suck.

Sorry, she forgot the potato milk and temple sauce.

Again.She loves Teletubbies Potato Milk and Temple Sauce, yes, but days of Teletubbies Potato Milk and Temple Sauce suck.

Yanmao lost every possible chance to go out.The dog food prison temple will send someone to deliver it on time, and the ingredients are constantly supplied. The game CDs are sent by the prison temple one by one and piled up at home. Even Fuji's lollipops are full of lollipops.

For the Prison Temple, which has considered everything, Yanmao has always suspected that he is actually very empty.

Although the mafioso who came with a bunch of lollipops had slightly blue eye circles under his eye circles, the prison temple may be in worse health.

But Yanmao just kept trying to believe that in Prison Temple he actually had nothing to do, he ate and slept on time every day, never encountered ambushes, fought, or got injured.

Yanmao wondered if he was cursing something.

When I received a hurried call from Lan Shou team members.

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After receiving the news that Lord Lanshou was ambushed, Gang Ji rushed to the infirmary of Lanshou headquarters.

Because it was a top-secret reconnaissance mission, all the subordinates brought by the prison temple would retreat when they reached a certain intersection, leaving prison temple alone.

The hostile family took advantage of this opportunity to let all the ambushers attack.

There is a gap of hundreds of pairs, if it is an ordinary mafia, they will be killed in a short time.

But Prison Temple is different.

Prison Temple is ten generations of Lanshou.

It's Vongola.

Although he was seriously injured, he also wiped out more than 120 ambush members of the opponent.

Sitting in the dark-colored car, Yanmao heard the whole story from the guards beside him intermittently.

Prison Temple he is not dead.

It's just that in the short term, I can only lie on the hospital bed.

Yanmao originally thought that he would probably say "Yeah" happily and then say "The grounding is over!".

Obviously, my reaction was somewhat different from my prediction.

A feeling she had never experienced held her tightly.

Hesitation, emptiness, and, suffocation.

Can't escape.

"Prison Temple..."

"Look, you turned me into a literary young woman. 』

"What do you say. 』

"When you wake up..."

"..."

The car slammed to the brakes, and the driver, who was having a blast all the way, really didn't have the heart to care about the Lanshou mascot Yanmao, who was grinning in pain as he bumped his head against the back of the seat.

Park, get out, lock the car.The uncle spat, "The car is such a troublesome product of the new century," and immediately rushed to the infirmary on the third basement floor.

The usually quiet entrance of the infirmary is now surrounded by all black. Yan Mao is wearing a yellow hoodie, black pencil pants and a pair of white sneakers with red laces, which are particularly conspicuous.

Since the members of Lan Shou were very familiar with Yanmao, it didn't take much effort and time for Yanmao to enter the infirmary smoothly.

The operation has ended, and the two bullets in the prison temple's abdominal cavity have been removed.When the doctor came out with the iron plate containing the bullets, Yanmao happened to be about to go in.The cat's eyes caught a glimpse of the bloody bullet, and a strange expression appeared on his face, which was originally pale from panic and fear.

"Well, doctor, please wait a moment." After hesitating for a while, seeing the man in the white coat walking away, Yanmao called out to stop the doctor.

"Bastard!" What is Tsundere Jun

Time passed bit by bit, but the people in the hospital bed still had no intention of waking up.

Gangji sat quietly by the bed, watching the oxygen mask on the prison temple's face covered with water vapor and then disappeared.At this juncture, he has too many things to deal with. The repeated attacks have shown that the hostile families are not interested in peace talks. He is simply overwhelmed with combat deployment, personnel arrangements, and grasping the intelligence of the opponent.

Because the dead air mode can improve combat effectiveness, but it can't help the brain capacity.

Prison Temple has devoted himself to him for eight years. He thought, and even desperately hoped that the first thing he could see when he woke up was his own face.

Well, even though he was a little bit forced, he has occupied this man's mind for eight years, and it's time to give up his number one position.

Hearing the approaching and heavier footsteps at the door, and the faint shadow seen from the glass embedded in the door, Gang Ji smiled slightly.

What should come will always come.Although Lan Shou of his family lacks roots in some places, the emotional cells are obviously insufficient, and the way of expression is stomach-ache, but-the puberty restlessness at the age of 15, the beginning of love at the age of [-], etc., although it is late, it still came.

The slight smile gradually turned into helplessness, and Tsuna remembered that the biggest problem was actually Yanmao, whose way of thinking was not compatible with normal people. Asking her to open up on her own initiative was less important than marrying Brother Ping and Liudaokui.

The door was opened with a slap, and Yanmao walked in sideways. With a flick of his hand, the door was shut hard with a loud noise.

Gang Ji was taken aback, and cast a "Quiet!" look, Yan Mao just waved his hand casually when he saw it, and said indifferently:

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Mr. Bo Mao can't hear you even if he is unconscious, so it's fine if he wakes up with a fright."

Gang Ji raised his forehead, he just said, this girl is not a normal person.

"Yanmao," Gang Ji deliberately lowered his voice in a deep but extremely gentle voice, "I still have things to do, so I'm leaving first. You stay here and watch, and remember to call the doctor if Prison Temple Lord wakes up."

Nodding his head, Yanmao's "wrapped on me" appearance made Gangji very worried.

After exiting the ward, Tsunaki's originally soft expression suddenly became fierce.He wanted to resolve it peacefully, but now—

Since they hurt Prison Temple, then he will destroy their entire family.

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It was dusk, the dim light stained the gauze curtain by the window, and sprinkled little by little behind Yanmao's back.

To be honest, in this clean and warm environment, Yanmao could hardly resist the drowsiness.But after waking up in Prison Temple, she had important things to do, so she could only hold onto her palm desperately, the hard but smooth touch just made her tremble intermittently.

Not only the abdomen that was shot, but the whole body of the prison temple has scars caused by various weapons of various attributes, not only gunshot wounds, but also scratches caused by sharp objects.Yanmao looked at the prison temple. Even though he was covered with a quilt, he could still guess that he was wrapped in bandages all over his body. Although the scars on his face had been cleaned, the silver threads were still messy and dusty. Chaos.

Frowning, Yanmao thought that his bitter face must be ugly, but luckily no one saw it.

The doctor said that due to serious injuries and prolonged fatigue, Prison Temple may fall into a coma for a long time, but should wake up at night.

The light in the room with the lights off gradually dimmed, and the two bullets in his palm were already covered with sweat. Yanmao sat down in a different direction, facing the hazy gauze curtain, and sighed, "It's so boring. 』

Then suddenly, she felt piercing eyes on her, and she understood it after a moment of thinking.

I finally woke up, Mr. Fried Hair.

Turning around, Yanmao's expression did not reveal any great joy, on the contrary, the calmness made the newly awakened prison temple a little uncomfortable.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

After finishing speaking, Yanmao walked out of the infirmary quickly, and slammed the door without waiting for the prison temple to say anything.

Prison Temple felt puzzled, because he always felt that Yanmao seemed a little angry.

Soon, many medical staff rushed in, pulled out the eyelids, removed the oxygen mask, and checked various signs. There were many things but in an orderly manner.Yanmao didn't come in together. About 10 minutes later, he pushed the door in alone. The mobile phone in his hand had a thin chain slipping from between his fingers. It seemed that he had called Gangji.

Soon a nurse noticed Yanmao's cell phone: "Miss, please keep the cell phone turned off."

"I know." Yanmao responded, flipped open the phone cover, and showed the nurse to check that the phone was turned off.

Half an hour later, all the examinations were over, and all the medical equipment that could be removed had been removed. The medical staff left the infirmary one by one, and only the attending doctor was left at the door to tell Yanmao all precautions.

Prison Temple didn't even have the strength to look up at the two people at the door, he only heard the doctor's voice chattering non-stop, until finally he heard Yanmao respond: "I will pay attention, I will trouble you, doctor."

There was a sound of closing the door, and then, only the immobilized Prison Temple and Yanmao, the escort, remained in the infirmary.

Prison Temple went through all the things he had done before in his mind, except for the grounding, there is no reason to make Yanmao angry at all.

Inadvertently, the prison temple saw that Yanmao had slowly walked to his hospital bed, as long as he moved, there would be tearing pain, which immediately made the prison temple feel like he was being slaughtered.

What's the situation now……

Prison Temple really wanted to cover his face, but unfortunately the scars all over his body wouldn't allow it.

Yanmao has been looking at him without moving for a full 3 minutes, with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.He had thought about Yanmao's expression after seeing him, joy, accusation, grievance, even indifference and meaninglessness, but he never thought about it.

Quiet, steady, and without emotion, Zhan Jin's eyes shone brightly in the dark room, making Prison Temple feel uncomfortable.

Feeling guilty, Prison Temple has an uncomfortable feeling that he has done something wrong.

Yanmao slowly raised her right hand, the height of her palm could be seen clearly in the prison temple, slowly spread the palm upwards, and the prison temple clearly saw two bullets shining with golden light.

Suddenly widening his eyes, Prison Temple looked at Yanmao in surprise. These two bullets were not the two bullets that shot into his body.