698: C698 Solve the Thirst but Not the Weakness

C698 Solve the Thirst but Not the Weakness

Suddenly, an idea flashed across Le Youyou's mind. A cold air came out from the back of her head and her back was covered with cold sweat.2

Could it be that Gong Mingchuan was killed by the spear, so the bacterial strain occupied his body?

Her heart was cold, and there was a strong grief in her chest. She said in a shrill voice, "No matter who you are, quickly return Mingchuan to me. . . "

Although the reeds covered the sky and blocked out the blood red moon, she could still see the man's cold and sharp pupils. His pupils were pale blue, and his pupils were vertical, like the cold eyes of a wild beast.

He covered her body just like that, as if he was carefully looking at her.

But it was so dark. She could not see his facial features, and naturally he could not see her either.

After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Youyou. . . What nonsense are you talking about?! . . . ”

His tone was clearly Gong Mingchuan.

Youyou almost cried out. He actually woke up? Was the gunshot wound starting to heal?

She was truly frightened by the matter of the Butterfly Man. She subconsciously thought that he had died and turned into a Butterfly Man. . .

The healing ability of his wound was astonishing. However, he had been shot in the chest. It was not like he had been shot in the heart. How could he have died?

Youyou cursed herself in her heart, are you cursing Gong Mingchuan to death? What are you thinking about!

Youyou felt extremely guilty. She also felt a lingering fear as she tightly hugged his neck and cried. "You scared me to death. . . "

She reached out her hands to touch his face. This face was still her familiar outline. His appearance did not change, his soul did not change. He was still him.

The strange thing was, his gunshot wound healed too quickly.

Suddenly, the man groaned in pain.

It turned out that his gunshot wound had not healed, but he had woken up from his coma. But she had thought too much, scaring herself.

Her face was full of heartache: "Don't move. Be careful of the wound. "

The man rolled down from her body and lay next to her. Above his head was a swath of reeds that covered the sky and covered the sun. The moonlight in the winter faintly seeped through the gaps of the reeds.

Only then did she see his face clearly. It was terrifyingly pale.

His chest was also wet, and it was filled with thick blood.

She caressed his cheek with heartache. "You threw away the oar. What should we do now? It looks like we've drifted to the reeds in the middle of the lake. "

" Youyou. . . I have lost a lot of blood. If not for the healing ability of my wound, I am afraid that my blood would have already flowed out and died. " He said lightly, his tone was calm, as if he did not care about life and death.

However, losing blood was not a small matter.

Suddenly, she thought of something and pulled her wrist. "Drink my blood. Maybe you will recover immediately. "

Gong Mingchuan shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Do you think I am a vampire? I have lost too much blood. I need blood transfusion to replenish my blood. Or I need blood cells to produce blood. Drinking blood only solves the body. It does not solve the problem of blood loss and weakness. "

"My blood is different. " Le Youyou suddenly remembered a past from twenty years ago. "Did you know? After Fesaer and I were injected with bacterial strains, I survived. But Fesaer's situation was very bad. Those researchers left Fesaer outside and wanted him to starve to death. In the middle of the night, I heard him cry because he was hungry. I pity him. So I gave him my blood. . . In the end, he actually adapted to the bacterial strain and survived. . . "

" So, your blood is still a rare medicine. . . "Gong Mingchuan couldn't help but laugh.

"My blood is of course a rare medicine, it is enough for you to use. " Youyou could not bear to see his pale face. She suddenly sat up and turned over to him. "Then bite my neck. I remember that in the Jialan Temple, you wanted to bite me. . . "

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