Jian Qing checked Luo Xi's pulse and put down the tweezers in her hand.
There were three demonic insects left in the iron box.
Jian Qing planned to take them back and study them, so he reached out to close the iron box.
Jing Mohao stared at Luo Xi's still very weak expression, glanced coldly at the bright red that was still twisting in the iron box on the bedside, and frowned, "What are you going to do with the remaining ones to fill in the house?"
Jian Qing's nose felt itchy and she almost sneezed.
Taking bugs back to make his little wife, what is his hobby?
Suddenly he felt a gust of cool wind blowing over his fingers as he continued to reach for the box.
He caught a glimpse of the man's gaze like he was monitoring a prisoner, and couldn't help but cry out, "Hao, this is what you gave me after all.
Leave me two at least." , these are enough for Luo Xi.”
"You can't keep even one thing."
Jing Mohao refused coldly.
As if he felt that the emphasis was not enough, he emphasized again, "Give it all to her.
She must wake up as soon as possible." "" Too biased.
Not only eccentric, but also luxurious This bug is really useful and worthy of being a family heirloom.
But everything was wasted by the guy who turned his beloved wife into a demon.
Luo Xi can obviously recover on his own.
He is such a patient person and doesn't want to wait for half a minute when something happens to Luo Xi.
The consequence is that his precious experimental materials were wasted Jian Qing picked up the tweezers again with resentment, peeled off the remaining two slightly larger demon insects, and dropped them on Luo Xi.
He secretly kept the last smallest demonic insect, rolling back and forth in a corner where Jing Mohao couldn't see it.
Looking at the empty iron box and Luo Xi's gradually recovering expression, the lines on Jing Mohao's face softened slightly.
Jian Qing put away the iron box and straightened up, "It seems that the problem is not serious.
I will come back tomorrow to draw her blood and test it again."
Jing Mohao hummed slightly without raising his head.
Jian Qing was already used to him ignoring her when Luo Xi was around, so she packed the medicine box and got up to leave.
Jing Mohao lay beside Luo Xi, stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, staring at her calm face without blinking, with a complicated look in his eyes.
Luo Xi, you don’t let me tie up your heart, nor do you let me tie up your person.
I don't believe in this evil No one can escape from the control of me, Jing Mohao. especially you
Listening to her steady breathing, Jing Mohao's eyes were already calm, but he was disturbed by a sharp look.
The man quickly removed the woman's arms and strode out.
The next evening.
The woman lying peacefully on the bed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, slowly opened her eyes. where is this Heaven or hell It turns out that death is such a feeling.
No wind, no sound, no frost, no disease.
It turns out that death is such a feeling.
No weight, no pain, no dust, no sorrow.
There is only this bleak black and white.
Just like what she saw when she woke up before.
Luo Xi lay motionless on his back on the bed, as if he had entered a virtual space with no gravity and no color.
A sound passed by, and Luo Xi was stunned.
Then the sound of footsteps made her raise her head slightly, only to find that she was in the original room.
The face that made her choose death rather than face it was approaching with a cold expression.
Why She clearly felt like she was dead Did she die on the bed and her soul was not taken away yet?
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