818: C818 Fight

C818 Fight

The blood continued to flow silently, the more he thought about it, the more bitter he felt.

After a while, she found that she was still conscious. However, the sheets and blanket underneath her had been dyed with blood. They were wet and sticky, and she felt very uncomfortable.

She wanted to lift the blanket, but she realized that her body had become cold and stiff because of the loss of blood. Her hands were crossed over her chest in a spasming position, and she could not move even a little bit.

The only thing she could move was her eyeballs.

However, under the blanket, she could only see a dull and desolate darkness.

Suddenly, the blanket was lifted by someone. The rain outside the window had stopped, revealing a faint moonlight. A pair of pitch-black eyes looked deeply at her.

That pair of eyes was embedded in a large pale face. Youyou laid down and could not see its body. Only its big face could be seen, and its face could not be called a human face. Its face was full of fine white fur and no nose. There was only a pair of slender eyes and a large blood-red mouth. His eyes were pitch black, and he had no eyeballs. However, its mouth exhaled streams of air. The air currents quickly turned into ice dregs.

Everyone's breath was warm. But this monster's breath was cold.

Something like a ghost appeared and was still silently watching her. Youyou's heart was suddenly shocked but her body stiffened and she was unable to move. Her eyes turned helplessly but there was nothing she could do.

The monster held the blanket with one hand and its hand looked like a human hand but it was still full of white fur. Its nails were long and almost half a finger long.

Youyou took a deep breath.

However, her heart was very calm and she was not afraid at all.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door, and that white-haired monster crawled under the bed with a swoosh.

Youyou was still unable to move. She saw a person who had already opened the door and walked in. Seeing a woman covered in blood lying on the bed, she could not help but walk over.

The moment he walked over, Yu Kran also saw his appearance. He was none other than Huo Zhiqian.

His chest was covered in blood. . . His face was also very pale.

What was even more miserable was Le Youyou's face.

When she saw him, she could not help but bite her lips. She almost bit out blood. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of her teeth grinding together because of anger and fear.

Suddenly, the pain on her back became even more intense, as if it was ten times more intense.

She lay on the bed in pain and couldn't help but scream in pain.

Huo Zhiqian turned on the light and saw that the woman lying in a pool of blood on the bed was indeed Youyou. He shouted to the door, "Let the doctor in. Give her a painkillers. "

Following his voice, a large group of people rushed in.

There really was a doctor who gave her an injection on her arm. Her pain was slightly alleviated, and she knew that Huo Zhiqian definitely did not harm her this time.

But even so, she still hated him. She hated him so much that she did not want to see him.

She closed her eyes. The pain on her back lessened, but it became longer and longer. She had never thought that when her body mutated in pain, it was Huo Zhiqian who endured it with her.

Why was it Huo Zhiqian and not Mingchuan?

Before she fainted, she muttered the man's name. Her heart was filled with unwillingness and pain.

After Le Youyou fainted, Huo Zhiqian sat beside the bed and reached out to touch her wet hair that was drenched in sweat, revealing her pale face.

Her brows were tightly knitted, clearly very painful. His gaze landed on her back again. A pair of black butterfly wings grew out of her shoulder blade, soaked in blood, and ironed her snow-white, bloodstained back.

After a while, the wings retracted back into her wound, perhaps because they were not used to the air outside.

Blood kept flowing out of her wound.2

However, her body had mutated before, and she had the ability to heal herself. As a result, the amount of blood she bled became lesser and lesser.

No one knew when this wing would come out again. She seemed to be unable to control herself.

At this moment, the subordinate outside the door shouted in panic, "Major General, come out quickly. A large group of people from the Gong family had already surrounded the inn. If we don't leave now, it will be too late. . . "

Huo Zhiqian carried Le Youyou and just as he rushed out of the door, a cold man wearing a black windbreaker came up to him from the stairs. It was none other than Gong Mingchuan.

Gong Mingchuan kept staring at Le Youyou with a strange expression on his face.

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