Chapter 582

If it is his own, it has long been said that it is not Mo Yi, it is his own.

Yu color continues to sew the needle on his hands, but the cold sweat on the forehead is more dense.

She leaned slightly and wiped it with the sleeve of her arm to avoid dripping sweat on the wound that Mo Jingyao was sewing.

Then, suddenly, I found that the shadow that fell on Mojing Yao moved

Then, just as the figure moved, the metaphor moved.

Back in hand, he waved his arm up to the man.

If she had just read it right, the man had a gun in his hand.

The shape of the gun reflected on Mo Jingyao, which was very clear.

"Fu" a dull sound, face-to-face man a face of fear at the same time, his gun fell to the ground, then, the whole person directly fell on the ground.

This sudden change, let the metaphor a little muddle.

She was sure that she reached out to the block, at most, to block the man from holding the gun arm, and prevent him from shooting at himself and Mo Jingyao. It was absolutely impossible to shoot him off while even the people knocked down.

She knows herself a few Jin or two times.

She has no such skill.

"Less ink..." The metaphor is surprised to look down at the man who fell on the ground, the steps of ink rushed to.

Yu se this just slowly return to the spirit, she clapped chest, "originally is you, hold the exit, I will be fine in a few minutes." It is too late to say other, Yu turned to continue to sew the wound of Mojing Yao.

It's almost done by a little bit.

Fortunately, the basement is a little cold, or if it is hot, even people with wounds are exposed here. The people of Mo Jingyao will be finished directly.

After all, this is not a sterile operating room.

If it is not necessary, it is impossible to start a second suture directly in this basement.

"Yes." The ink should be a sharp, standing a meter away, guarding the metaphor color to protect the Mo Jing Yao.

The simile continues to sew.

A shadow hit Mo Jingyao again, but this time, Yu color is not worried at all.

This is mo 2.

The silent protection of ink, ink two is quietly dragging away the previous men who fell.

Yu Shi static heart, even sewed two stitches, suddenly think of what turn, see the dragged away man like a dead dog, let ink two drag.

But on the ground that was dragged on, dyed with a long blood band.

The metaphor is first ignorant, and then the reaction to look at Mo Jing Yao.

The man still lies in bed quietly, but the shallow raised lip corner is not the expression of mojingyao she saw before.

"You You wake up? " Simile this is a complete surprise, muddled standing there, some can not return to God.

"Stitches." Then, in the shock of metaphor, the two soft thin lips, which were as confused as cups, slowly opened, and thus delivered his orders in a very low voice.

He was very low and low, but it didn't affect the air field in the bone.

No need to shout loudly, is enough to let the people who meet him do not feel surrender.

Then, the metaphor can not help but pick up the needle, continue to suture, "OK."

Even after sewing two stitches, she woke up and jumped back. "You woke up a long time ago."

Yes, the pills she gave him were local anesthesia. The place of the stomach and spleen was just anesthesia after the pills were put into the abdomen. So, if he woke up, his hand could move.

Thinking of this, the eyes of metaphor slowly moved, and finally fell on Mojing Yao's hand.

That hand, she had been held countless times, and then was held back.

It is long and powerful, and the bones and joints are clear.

Every time he held it, she felt that a fine current began to spread from her hand to all parts, and finally returned to her heart, and there was no stopping heartbeat.

At this time, the hand is holding a small arched launcher, but the grip of the force channel is loose, that transmitter may fall off the ground at any time.

The subconscious hand of metaphor, just when she wants to pick up that transmitter, listen to the man again to say, "don't move, good."

Or low mute voice, magnetic let the metaphor heart tip a tremble, also found, no matter how long apart, she never forgot him.

Every minute and second have not forgotten.

Even if he pissed her off.

He also had the ability to make her heart beat faster as soon as he spoke.

And that word "good", like being enchanted, let her stop her hands and say nothing, so she stood there and looked at him, and then a layer of water mist was covered in her beautiful eyes.

The injury was like this. He just started the transmitter in his hand and shot the man. Otherwise, he was afraid that the first one was her in front of his bed."Stitches." The man first looked at her quietly for a few seconds, then blinked helplessly and whispered.

In fact, it's too low.

Yu se didn't hear Mo Jingyao's voice at all, but saw the shape of his lips, which was what his lips had guessed.

Then, suddenly wake up, began to suture.

This time, she tried to get rid of the distractions and sew it up seriously.

They have been interrupted several times, and one more time. Mo Jingyao can stand it. She can't stand it.

Although he has local anesthesia and does not hurt, it is not good to expose the wound to the air all the time.

Three minutes later, Yu se was finally sewn up. He tied a knot quickly. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Jingyao. His face was blue and white, but his eyes were as bright as before.

Then, facing his eyes, her face turned red.

Inexplicably, he felt that maybe when she gave him a pill, he would wake up.

"You're already awake, aren't you?" As she thought, she asked.

If so, the man is too bad, she clearly put the pill to his lips, but he did not take it.

Well, if he didn't eat, he cheated her into his mouth with his lips

At the thought of this one, the color of the face is even more red, tangled down his head, no longer dare to face Mo Jingyao's eyes.

Obviously, he was injured, or very serious. Now if she pinched him and hit him, it would be easy and easy for him to resist.

But in front of him, she actually counseled.

I dare not even look at him.

"Ha ha..." Just when Yu se identified Mo Jingyao's body as a worm, his little hand was actually held.

The master who held her hand was naturally Mo Jingyao.

"You..." She raised her big, watery eyes, and his IQ dropped to zero.

"Get out." Then, heard the man low cold calm a low drink.