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Isri didn't respond, just lying on the cold ground, the lunatic was shot in the head by the police officer, and Philip was also escorted into the car.

The police officer looked at Isri who was so pale that he couldn't even see his breathing clearly, shook his head helplessly, stepped forward and patted Cehir's shoulder lightly.

"Condolences..."

In the silent open space, the smell of blood rushed into Cecil's brain without hesitation. Cecil's body trembled violently, and he squatted in front of Isri with trembling knees.

"Isri?" Cecil called, his fingertips were so cold that he almost lost consciousness.

He was afraid, he was afraid, he was afraid of blood, he was afraid of death, but this was Isri, a bullet he took for himself, and he couldn't run.

When the fingertips were lightly pressed against the side of Isri's face, there was finally movement on that face like a porcelain sculpture.

Isri's brows twitched slightly, his slender eyelashes moved and his bloodless lips opened and closed: "Sorry, young master, I scared you."

After saying that, Yisli opened his eyes completely, and the color of those eyes was almost faded away.

"Master, stay away from me first." Isri opened his mouth again.

Hearing Isri's words, Cehir stood up and took two steps back.

Seeing this, the corners of Isri's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled secretly, and sat up slowly with one hand on the ground.

Young master is so cute.

Isri took off the blood-stained white glove and threw it on the ground, turning his head to look at the place where he was injured.

Fortunately, it was only the shoulder that was shot through, and no bone was injured. Isri moved his arm, and suddenly, the piercing pain made his whole body tremble.

Involuntarily, Isri let out an irritable "Tsk", if that lunatic is still there, he is probably already a corpse by now.

It's a pity that my arm was injured... I couldn't hug the young master.

Seeing Isri get up, Cehir wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by Isri.

"Master, don't come here, this place is dirty." Isri opened his mouth: "Master, I'm really sorry, you have to get in the car by yourself today."

Isri wanted to salute, but he couldn't lift his right arm at all because of his shoulder injury.

"I see, let's deal with the wound first." Cehir turned around and walked outside after speaking.

He was about to be tortured to the point of madness, the bright red blood pierced his eyes and hurt badly, and his nostrils were full of that disgusting smell.

This time, Isri consciously stood three meters away from Cecil. He is not worthy to stand beside the young master now, because he is too dirty.

After Cecil got into the carriage and closed the windows, Isri got into the carriage and sat in front to drive the carriage.

I thought I would go directly to the hospital, but the route I took became more and more familiar. In the end, Cecil knocked on the window and asked, "Aren't you going to bandage?"

Isri subconsciously moved to the side, and his voice was very soft, as if a gust of wind could blow it away: "No need, young master, I will bandage it myself when I get home."

Cehir didn't mean to force Isri, and after getting the answer, he sat in the back without saying a word.

The car stopped at the entrance of the mansion very quickly, and Yisli got out of the carriage first, and only after walking a little farther did he signal to Cecil.

Sure enough, after getting off the car, there was only a faint smell of blood from the front seat on the tip of his nose, but it was much better, Cehir just frowned slightly and didn't say anything.

It was only when passing by Isri that Cehir opened his lips: "Remember to bandage, don't get infected."

Isri raised the corners of her lips: "I understand, young master."

After Cehir entered the room, Isri dragged himself back to his small attic. The sunlight outside the window shone in and sprinkled on the bed, and it was spotty, but it didn't attract Isri's attention at all.

Isri took off the deacon's uniform, and except for the glaring bullet hole on his clean and white upper body, there were some very light scars on his back.

Cecil once asked, but Isri kept silent about the past, as if he had completely walked out of hell.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Isri pushed aside the broken hair around his neck, tore off the gauze and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it hard.

Isri took out a brown bottle from the box, and when the lid was opened, the whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Taking a deep breath, he bit the gauze in his mouth again, and with a few muffled grunts, white liquid mixed with blood slipped from his chest and dripped onto the floor.

The wound burned by the bullet is like a rose blooming on the shoulder, the red is dazzling, and the blood flowing down is wrapped around the chest like thorns, which is very beautiful.

After the wound was treated, Isri's forehead was already soaked with sweat, a few strands of hair stuck to it, and his eyelashes trembled violently.

Isri let out a foul breath, wrapped the gauze round and round, and tied a perfect knot at the end.

The clothes on his body were no longer available. Isri got up, pulled out a set of clothes from the closet, and put them on in one piece. He even buttoned his shirt wrongly several times.

It was getting late, at lunch time, Isli frowned, and wanted to go out without his coat on, but when he took a step, his feet felt as if he lost gravity, and he fell down, completely unconscious.

Cecil stayed in the room, counting the things he had stored, but these were far from enough. He needed a lot of things to leave the West Asia continent.

After counting several times and feeling a little hungry, Cehir looked up and realized that it was almost afternoon.

What is Isri doing?Cecil had no choice but to frown, and walked out of the room to Isri's room.

Cecil walked very lightly, and he was clearly the master, so he clearly looked like a thief.

Cecil, who was aware of his behavior, immediately straightened up, stepped forward and pushed open the door of Isri.

He was stunned for a moment, and Yisli was lying down in front of his eyes, his clothes were messed up, and the things on the table were scattered here and there.

This was the first time that Cecil saw Isri in such a mess.

"Isri" Cehir called out.

No reply.

"Isri" yelled again, but there was no reply yet.

In an instant, a sprout sprouted in Cecil's heart, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and tiptoed to pull the quilt on Isri's bed and cover it on Isri's body.

After finishing these things, Cehir hurried back to his room, took out the money he had saved, and ran upstairs and downstairs in a hurry.

Cecil adjusted his breathing as much as possible and slowed down his pace. He never thought that his home was so big.

Cecil ran up in a hurry, and deliberately slowed down his steps when passing by Isli's room.

He was very excited, and the money in his hand was tightened, but at the same time, he didn't forget to glance back at the movement at the door of Isli's room.

After coming down from the second floor, passing the restaurant, passing the lobby, finally the gate is in front of you.

Cecil stabilized his steps, and the heels of his shoes made a sound on the smooth marble slab, penetrating the depths of the soul one by one.

Here, the door is almost here, Cecil raised his hand and put the doorknob on it.

"Master, where are you going?"

The icy and bone-chilling voice penetrated the eardrums and reached the scalp, as if asking with an unquestionable order.