Chapter 514

No, it's not pushing, it's crashing.

Because as the door opened, a shadow arrow shot in, and went straight to the bed of Mo Jing Xi.

Yu se is concentrating on hypnosis for Mo Jingxi, which has reached the most critical moment.

Mo Jing Xi's memory at this time is madly down in her mind.

At this time, as long as you are hit, whether you hit Mo Jingxi or her, as long as you are slightly distracted, it is fatal.

Feel a cold wind to, at this time, if she wants to avoid, as long as she releases Mo Jingxi's hand and stops hypnosis, she can avoid the flying man.

But at the same time, Mo Jingxi was afraid of

Only a moment of reaction time, there is no time to think carefully and analyze the advantages and disadvantages of metaphor. Therefore, when real people collide with each other, the subconscious response of metaphor is to protect Mo Jingxi with immobility.

Both hands still hold Mo Jingxi's hand tightly and continue to hypnotize. At the same time, her whole body is tense instantly, and the method of nine meridians and eight meridians starts quietly.

At this time, she had to protect Mo Jingxi as well as herself, which was her only choice.

With a dull sound of "bang", the person who threw it directly hit her back. The blood gushed out of her mouth, and the metaphor remained motionless. She sat there quietly and continued to hypnotize Mo Jingxi.

You can't stop. You can't stop.

Otherwise, the hypnotized Mo Jing Xi and she will be severely injured and even deranged.

The consequence is unimaginable. It is the lightest to become a fool, and the most serious one is that two people lose their lives together.

When the bright red blood color spurted out, it just fell into Mo Jingyao's eyes, "small color..."

He exclaimed, his face changed dramatically.

My mind is full of metaphors. I told him to take Luo Wanyi away. I must not disturb her and Mo Jingxi. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So he ordered him to go out, and even kept himself at the door.

But I never thought that when I met the attacker, when I flew to attack, I directly kicked the attacker and hit the door. I didn't say that, I directly opened the door, and then I directly hit the figurative body.

It's a bloody metaphor.

He rushed forward in a panic and stepped on the attacker who fell to the ground after hitting Yu se. His eyes were cold and sharp. As soon as he wanted to be interrogated, he heard Yu se say: "take him out, don't Don't disturb Jingxi and me. "

Weak female voice, voice is weak.

There are also metaphorical color slightly trembling body, all in telling Mo Jingyao that she was injured.

"Little color, you Are you all right? " He didn't want to disturb Yu se, but he couldn't ignore it. He couldn't do it.

Let him go out like this. I'm afraid that every minute after going out will be degrees, like years.

"I have nothing to do. Get out." When he finished this sentence, he turned pale again.

Mo Jingyao kicked the man who had just hit him out of the door. In a deep voice, he said to Mo San and Mo Si: "those who attack again will be killed directly."

"Yes." Mo San and Mo Si look at Mo Jingyao's black face and know that metaphor is very dangerous at this time. They dare not have a little hesitation. At this time, they are also red because they may be hurt.

Before they came here, their understanding of metaphor was just a girl who was very good at medical skills and was deeply touched by ink. However, their admiration for metaphorical color can be described as a continuous river.

If Mo Jingyao is the God with swollen eyes, then the metaphor is the immortal in their eyes.

The status of metaphor in their hearts was no less than that of Mo Jingyao.

It's just that Mo Jingyao never knew about this one.

Otherwise, less ink is likely to be jealous.

Or his woman's vinegar.

Therefore, the metaphor is injured now. Mo 3 and Mo 4 are self reproach and worried.

Mo Jingyao glanced at a dozen human bodies on the ground.

It was because there were so many people on the other side that they couldn't make full use of in the narrow corridor that they kicked this person into Mo Jingxi's room. Otherwise, such an Oolong incident would never happen.

"Clean it up." With a low voice, Mo Jingyao then flashed into Mo Jingxi's room, and then silently stood by Yu SE's side.

Yu se continues to hypnotize Mo Jingxi and feels that someone is approaching. At first, she tenses her whole body with vigilance, until she feels the familiar breath of Mo Jingyao. Then she breathes a sigh of relief, closes her eyes slightly and continues to hypnotize.

It was mo Jingyao, and she was not afraid.

You can feel at ease.

While continuing to hypnotize, while running the nine meridians and eight meridians method, otherwise, I'm afraid that my body will be severely damaged.

Mo Jingyao stood quietly beside the bed, like a statue.

His pale face was in his eyes, and his heart ached.

I really wanted to take her to the hospital for treatment, but he heard the warning clearly. At this time, he did not dare to move forward even though he had strength.I dare not move at all.

The tall figure stood there, leaving nothing to do but worry.

It was the first time that Mo Jingyao tasted the feeling that he had strength but couldn't make it.

He really wanted to replace the metaphor.

But found that in this world, the most can not be replaced by disease.

Only for, each person's experience is different, the constitution is different, the disease which receives is not the same.

If the man just bumped into him, he would either dodge to avoid being hurt, or the person who hit him just hit him. It's definitely the experience of touching. He won't be hurt, and the person will be bitten by his strength, which is even more serious than the current injury.

Unfortunately, it was not him that the man hit, but the metaphor.

He can't substitute for color.

In addition, with the ability of metaphor, she can avoid, but in order to protect Mo Jingxi and motionless.

The girl's face is more and more white, white pumping in his heart, a stabbing pain.

Mo Jingyao clenched his fist tightly, so as not to let himself go out of his mind and whip the corpse of the man who just hit the metaphor.

Time, minute by second.

But every minute and every second is suffering.

Mo Jingxi is suffering, metaphor suffering, he is also suffering.

Or it's in dire straits.

But among the three, Mo Jingxi's face has begun to quietly change to normal, and the metaphor is pale, Mo Jingyao's face is gloomy, as if he can drip water.

The atmosphere in the air can smell tension.

I don't know how long it took. In the cold silence, suddenly the color changed.

To be sure, it's a slight wobble.

"Little color..." Mo Jingyao suddenly leans to protect Yu Se and wants to hold her. But he looks at her and Mo Jingxi's hands, but he doesn't dare to embrace each other. At this time, he is really energetic and has no place to use