776: C776 Trying to Think of Something Happy

C776 Trying to Think of Something Happy

When you wake up again, your ears are filled with gunfire, and your body hurts.2

She did not know what the bacterial strain in her body had gone crazy for, but it was tormenting her body. She wiped her nose, and it was wet with blood.

Huo Zhiqian did not go up the mountain. Instead, he firmly trapped them on the mountain. He wanted to force them to go down the mountain by themselves. Perhaps he wanted to trap them to death on the mountain.

His methods were indeed ruthless.

How could the man she trusted treat her like this?!

The sky had already turned completely dark. Because it was a rainy day, the sky was covered in dark clouds and there was not a trace of moonlight.

It was so dark that they could not see the scene in front of them clearly, and they could not even see Gong Mingchuan clearly.

"Mingchuan. . . " Le Youyou was a little frightened. She was afraid that Gong Mingchuan would suddenly become sick and become bloodthirsty and crazy.

That time in the underground palace of the zoo, when he hurt Gong Yingyu, his eyes turned into a pale green color. Blood flowed all over the ground, scaring her.

Would he devour her?

"Youyou. . . I am here. " His voice was clear and smooth, without any abnormalities. Only then did she feel relieved.

Suddenly, she thought of another matter. "Mingchuan, did the Butterfly Man also go to France?"

Gong Mingchuan sighed. "I have transported them to a place where they will not harm us and will not be found by the Huo family. I hope the Butterfly Man will always be a secret. It only exists in the legends between the Gong family, Huo family and Tang family. . . "

"Where did they transport them to?" She asked.

Gong Mingchuan did not answer. He hugged her even tighter. "It's too dark. You can sleep a little longer. Sleep for a while longer and it will be dawn. "

Le Youyou's voice was hoarse and pale. "Mingchuan, she said. I seem to have a nosebleed. I can't even figure out if Dieh is controlled by me or by me. She seems to be damaging my body. I want to suppress it. But my mind went blank. Will I suddenly go crazy and bite you? Just like how you hurt Gong Yingyu. . . Han Tinejun said. In order to fight for the position of the bacterial strain's leader, Butterfly Queen will control me. She will devour other bacterial strains that snatch her position. . . "

"Then try to think of some happy things. . . Everything will pass. " He kissed her forehead.

Something happy?

Ever since she had memories, her father had treated her as an experimental human body.

But in the end, she found out that Han Tinejun was not her father. She was just a tool that Han Tinejun used to take revenge on his wife. A human body that was monitored.

Before meeting Gong Mingchuan, she had always thought that she was an ordinary girl.

Later on, she discovered that she was not just an ordinary person, but a prisoner, a chess piece that was so low that it was in dust.

When she met Gong Mingchuan, she had a taste of love.

If it wasn't for him, her life would have been bland and tasteless.

However, her relationship with Gong Mingchuan was always full of twists and turns.

When she discovered that he existed in her heart, she was surprised to find that there were so many obstacles preventing them from being together.

After so many years, they had gathered less and separated more. In the first half of her life, she had never truly been free, and of course, she had never been happy.

Le Youyou's voice was filled with sorrow. "But I am not happy at all. I have never truly been happy. . . " She sighed regretfully. "It hurts. . . My whole body is in pain. . . . I am going to die. But there are still so many regrets. . . "

He fiercely covered her mouth, "You're not allowed to say whether you're going to die or not. This time, the Huo family is targeting me. It has nothing to do with you. " He pressed his finger on her pulse and felt her blood pumping faster and faster. His body began to tremble slowly.

Her butterfly queen was invading her brain. . .

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