Chapter 525

The man's voice is deep and pleasant, but the words and characters are in the heart of metaphor.

Her heart was settled at once.

The light of the eyes passed over the little girl's body.

The tentacles fell and the skin was cold.

That cold, let her a burst of heartache.

Then he took off his shirt and put it on the girl. At least, he didn't let her be so cold.

Then I opened the backpack and took out the needle bag.

Suddenly, it's really good to find myself carrying a needle bag every time I go out.

Otherwise, if she didn't bring out the needle bag today, I was afraid that even if she had the intention, she would not be able to save the little girl.

"Get out of the way, you get out of the way."

"You can't move Sam

"Damn it, don't move."

There was a lot of noise behind.

In this small space, all the people are facing her and Mo Jingyao.

But she was not afraid at all.

Because Mo Jingyao protected her and the little girl.

With him standing behind him, no matter how many people want to rush to stop her from saving the child, they can't stop it.

Born to be a doctor, she has to do it.

She can't stand by.

Even in the face of the world's public opinion, we must save Sam.

Behind him, the men rushed up.

Because, she heard a fight.

The last time in the mountains, the people sent by Lassan wanted to kill her and Mo Jingyao. Mo Jingyao was a couple of dozens of people. At that time, he was not afraid. This time, there were only a dozen people. He could.

She believes he can.

Starting with the silver needle, she took a deep breath, and then her delicate hands flew down.

Needle after needle, first the little girl's head, and then down to the chest, a row of silver needles fell.

Suddenly, there is a knife light on the girl's body, someone stabbed at her, want to kill her, let her stop.

However, there was no pause at all, as if he didn't see the light of the knife.

She should believe in Mo Jingyao.

He can.

Even if the other party has a knife, he can subdue that person.

Yu se continued to apply the needle, completely unaffected by the light of the knife and the sound of killing behind him, and continued to drop the needle.

At the same time, the speed of the needle is getting faster and faster, and it turns to the little girl's small feet.

This is the last few needles of this acupuncture.

The little girl was originally just cardiac arrest, but because her parents thought she was dead and had no treatment, she put it in the open air for a long time, so that all her organs were in failure.

This has been going on for at least three days.

Thinking of such a small child, clearly still alive, but can only be forced to wait for death, the feeling is just imagination on the pain inexplicable.

End of needle drop.

The metaphor straightened up, but her eyes were still on the little girl.

At this moment, the girl is in the most dangerous time.

If you are careless, you will never wake up again.

She is not afraid to hit her face, she will only regret that she did not save the child.

The little girl is so beautiful. She must be charming when she opens her eyes and smiles.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the little girl quietly lying there, not to mention laughing, even a move has become a luxury.

Something from the brush came.

Feel the wind, but the color is still standing there.

"Be careful."

"Be careful."

Sam's mother and Sam's father cried out with one voice.

Because the long sword flying past is aimed at the back of the metaphor.

Or from the oblique front.

However, Mo Jingyao should be preventing people from attacking in another direction, so even if he wants to stop at this moment, it is too late.

Let him to a dozen, he is not afraid, he will not lose, but to fight at the same time to protect Yu Se and the little girl, this is a little difficult.

After all, the metaphor of this moment is different. On that day in the mountains, the metaphor on that day can still move and avoid the attacks, but now she can't.

If she avoided, the knife would be thrown directly at the little girl lying on the chopping board.

If the little girl is awake and can move, as long as you hold the little girl and hide, you can avoid it.

But now the little girl can't move at all.

All her body was covered with silver needles dropped by acupuncture. If you move it, that's fatal.

Therefore, metaphor can not move the little girl.

It's the only option.

And the result of this choice is that she can't move.

Otherwise, even if she really saved the child, it would hurt the child.

"Little color..." Mo Jingyao quickly waved away a man's attack and reached out to clamp the long sword flying towards the metaphor.However, the speed of throwing the long sword was very fast. The person who flew the knife saw that someone was attacking him on the other side. There was a loophole on his side, so he threw the knife at the figurative one.

This knife, either hurt the color, or hurt Sam.

No matter who is injured, the scene will be chaotic.

Mo Jing Yao's long finger Shu caught the long knife, but he didn't expect to let him hold it.

But the long knife was too inertia to throw forward, and it moved forward with his hand.

"Slim..."

"Slim..."

"Little color..."

Sammu's mother and father are still two relatives calling for sang mu, while Mo Jingyao is calling for metaphor. At this moment, all the people in the Sangmu family think that yuse will definitely avoid the habitual knife that rushes to her. As soon as she avoids the knife, she throws it at the SAM on the chopping board, and the injured one must be sang mu.

All of them stopped at this moment and all looked at Yu Se and sang mu, who was lying on the chopping board in horror. In the distance and near, the sun was full of eyes, but his eyes were still wet.

Mo Jingyao bled.

That's because he scratched his finger while holding the blade.

She smelled the smell of blood. It was mo Jingyao's blood.

And then there was a rush.

The knife went into her back.

It's the smell of blood again. This time, it's her blood.

However, even if it was bleeding, the metaphor remained motionless.

She's going to be in case there's another flying knife that's going to hurt little slim.

She really likes the little girl in front of her. She wants her to open her eyes and call her aunt.

That must be very nice to hear. It's better than Zhu Xu's calling her aunt.

All the boys call her auntie. She hasn't heard a little girl call her aunt.

"Little color..." Mo Jingyao yelled in horror. He just wanted to protect the metaphor, but the knife had no eyes, and it still hurt the metaphor.

Seeing the blood gushing from her back like a spring, Mo Jingyao's whole body was crazy, and his movements on his hands were extremely fast. From the previous time, he only wanted to prevent these people from approaching Yu se. At this moment, he just wanted to hurt himself.

As long as they're injured, they don't have the energy to hurt Yu Se and Sam any more.

Seeing that Yu se was hurt and bleeding, he didn't let the knife hurt sang mu. He saw Mo Jingyao cut down people from left to right, and his mother took him to the corne