Chapter 469

With the old man, the space suddenly widened.

"Mo Si, go and get my bag." At the time of Mo Si Meng's horse, the metaphor color opened.

When she opened her mouth, her eyes were all on the old man on the ground.

But what she called out was definitely Mo 4, not Mo 3, which proved that he had just crowded into the crowd and called metaphor, and the metaphor was heard.

So, even if you don't have to look back, you know it's him.

"Good OK Mo Si didn't know what Yu se wanted to do, but now he saw that there was nothing safe about Yu se'an. He was relieved and told himself that he was willing to do anything as long as Yu se was good.

Don't say it's to help get the figurative bag. Even if he is asked to hand over his life now, he is willing to.

The nurse in the car heard that for a long time, Mo Si went around the door and the nurse handed out the metaphorical bag. At this time, he had forgotten the headache and nausea. All the reactions of the high reflexes were forgotten in the back of my head, leaving only the worry about the metaphor.

The nurse's eyes were burning on the metaphor in front of the car. She understood that metaphor was to save people.

Because the old man on the ground is in a daze.

Mo Si took over the bag and walked towards Yu se. At this moment, he was more free than when he just got off the bus. Then he saw that Yu se was OK and finally calmed down. Then he walked as slowly as possible and as light as possible.

Otherwise, he is afraid that it will be more serious.

When the time comes, if they are besieged, he will not only be unable to save a car of women, but also drag their legs.

He will despise himself.

"Here you are, Miss Yu." Yu se still didn't look at Mo Si. After taking the bag, she immediately took out her needle bag and put it on her side.

Seeing that she took out the silver needle, Mo Si knew that metaphor was to save people.

The acupuncture technique of metaphor is very good, he knows.

It is said that there are no patients who can not be cured by her.

Thinking that metaphor will soon wake up the old man, Mo Si breathes a sigh of relief. As long as the old man wakes up, the metaphor is the benefactor of these people.

Are they all safe?

But he thought like this. The man who talked with Yu se suddenly stepped forward. Then, a shining dagger was put on the simi's neck.

Then, he murmured a pile of what.

"Miss Yu..." Ink four does not hesitate to come forward, absolutely not allow that person to put the dagger on the neck of metaphor color.

"Step back." However, his pace was ten times slower than usual, and he was stopped by a cold drink.

This sound, full of air, is much louder than he, a high rebellious person, shouts.

Metaphor is not high.

It's cool at the moment.

"He's just worried that I'll hurt his father. Give me 20 minutes. I'll wake up the old man and nothing will happen. Get out of here."

"But..."

"Mo Si, are you questioning my medical skills? Would you like to call me and ask about my level Yu se has pinched more than a dozen silver needles in his hand, but his eyes are still on the old man's body, but his words are teaching Mo Si.

Mo Si didn't dare to call Mo Jingyao and give him ten courage. He didn't dare to question Yu SE's medical skills. However, he did nothing and let the man hold a dagger against Yu SE's neck. He didn't agree.

Then, from the body also touched out a dagger, and then against the man's neck.

The masked man looked up at Mo Si, and then looked down at the dagger on his neck. He didn't move, and said something to the metaphor color.

Yu se didn't pay any attention to it. Suddenly he stretched out his hand and pulled open the old man's robe, revealing his dark black chest.

Mo Si is nervous.

It seems that the old people only have to breathe out, not to breathe in.

It's like you're going to stop breathing and die at any time.

Such a dying old man on the stall is really holding a sweat for Yu se.

Also for them this line of people pinched a sweat.

If it's not saved, they're all over.

He nervously held the dagger against the man, while the man continued to hold the dagger against the metaphorical neck.

This picture, fell in the eyes of several people in the car, leaving only weird.

However, no one dares to speak out.

Even if it is mo Jingxi, as if also felt the danger, this moment obediently, shrinks in the door there, also quietly does not make the sound.

Everyone's heart goes up to his throat.

Even, I dare not breathe.

The metaphor is out of hand.

A dozen silver needles are flying down.

In the twinkling of an eye, they were all pinned on the old man's chest.

At the same time, when the first needle fell, the dagger on her neck slowly pressed down, and a red mark appeared on the originally white neck."Doctor Yu..." The nurse who could see clearly on the copilot was really scared.

"Mo Si, don't move." However, Yu se had no time to pay attention to her screams and directly warned Mo Si not to move.

Where does Mo Si dare to move? His hand has already trembled. He still holds his teeth against the man's neck. At the same time, a pair of eyes are all on the dagger in the man's hand. He can't exert any more force. Otherwise, he just needs to stroke hard, and the metaphor will be different.

As long as you imagine that picture, Mo Si will go crazy.

Mo Si wants to move, but he doesn't dare.

He was afraid that he would move. As soon as he cut off the man's head, he would also

For the first time, Mo Si felt that he was such a coward.

I really want to find a stone to crash to death.

But the premise is after the safety of metaphor.

All the needles are finished.

She clapped her hands and stood up calmly.

Yes, standing up against the dagger on my neck.

She stood up, and the man with a dagger stood straight with the figurative figure.

It's really tall. It's an absolute height of 1.9 meters. Such a tall man, with a black robe and a black face towel, really gives people a kind of behavior. These people are people who commit crimes.

Metaphorical color is not afraid at all, reaching for a lift, he pushed away the arm of the man holding the dagger, and then, he also murmured.

"Miss Yu, what did you just say?" Mo Si can't understand. No one can understand them except for the metaphor.

It's like a Book of heaven.

"Mo Si, put down the dagger."

Mo Si then reflected that the other side's dagger had moved away from the metaphor's neck. At this time, there was an obvious red stripe on the metaphor's neck. Although it was not deep, it was true that it was hurt.

His eyes suddenly red, "he dare to hurt you, I fight with him."

Then he rushed up