Chapter 217

Yan Lichuan jumped into the sea, not even a splash of water, big waves rolling, he soon did not enter the sea.

Ling Zhihan let people hang in the cliff half sky night Jue Mo and Yan Xiruo saved up.

Night Jue Mo does not care about the blood DC, the bone marrow of the shoulder, he hugged the delicate Yan Xiruo, tightly took her into the arms.

He has no blood color thin lips attached to her ear, low spit out, "sorry, Xi if." It was his fault to show her the killing, the death, the blood.

Yan Xiruo is like a doll with no vitality. She can't hear what ye Jue Mo says. She just wants to be alone now.

After a long time, she just vomited out a sentence like "I want to go home."

"Well, we'll be right back."

Ye Jue Mo completely ignored the pain on his shoulder. After he took Yan Xiruo to the helicopter, he said to Ling Zhihan, "the follow-up things here will be handed over to you. As for Yan Lichuan, he wants to see people alive and dead to see corpses!"

"Second brother, I will deal with the matter here. The gunshot wound on your shoulder must be dealt with as soon as possible." Ling Zhihan worried about the way.

Night Jue Mo nodded his head, "I know."

Back to the helicopter, Yan Xiruo was asleep on the seat, with residual tears on his pale face. He squatted down to her and tried to smooth the wrinkles between her eyebrows, but his arms were too painful to lift at all.

"Two little, the gunshot wound on your shoulder must be dealt with immediately, or it will spread to the festering surface and cause systemic infection from local infection." After all, the accompanying military doctor Bi Gong said.

Night Jue Mo pursed next thin lip, "look with her first."

"Er Shao..."

Night Jue Mo face a cold, "this is an order!"

Night Jue Mo voice just fell, originally he thought the woman who was asleep, opened his eyes steeply.

At the beginning of her eyes with confusion and vigilance, slowly, after seeing his appearance, the line of sight became dim and complicated. Her lips sparked a smile of unknown meaning and called him hoarse, "Ye Jue mo."

Her look and voice made him flustered. There seemed to be something different between them, and they could never go back to the past.

"Shiro, I'm sorry." The king man, who was always superior and never apologized easily, said sorry to her twice in a short period of time.

Yan Xiruo raised his small hand and stroked his delicate and deep face. Recently, he has not had a good life. He has become thin and his facial features have become more and more profound and three-dimensional, just like those outlined by the master's strokes.

her slender fingertips pass through his slender sword eyebrows, dark eyes, high and straight nose, as well as the thin lips with little blood color …… Even after a bloody battle and wounded, he was as upright and noble as ever.

She painted every inch of his face, looking at his eyes, it seems that she did not know him, but it seems that she has known him for a long time.

Night Jue Mo holds Yan Xiruo's small hand in his face, and his sight sweeps to the wrist of her falling right hand, "what's wrong with this hand?"

She was broken wrist by Yan Lichuan before, and then hung on the cliff, yanlichuan pulled for a long time, that deep pain has already paralyzed her nerves, she has been numb, the corners of the mouth hook up a faint smile, "do you care about my pain?" Her voice is like willow catkins. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear what she said.

She opened her eyes, and tried to look at his three-dimensional heroic face carefully, for fear of missing every subtle expression. She laughed again when she saw the pain in his eyes.

A smile that doesn't reach the bottom of the eye, a smile without temperature.

She closed her eyes again, and she said, "yejue Mo, if you don't want to be an actor, it's a big loss for the performing arts."

"How do you talk, woman?" Night Jue Mo under an officer see Yan Xi if attitude is not good, pull out the gun from the waist, directly against her forehead.

"Keep the gun, get back!" The cold and cold command of yejue Mo came, and the officer had to put away his gun. He looked at Yan Xiruo who did not respect yejue Mo angrily. "Er Shao, no one dares to treat you with this attitude. She is a civilian..."

Words did not finish, again by night Jue Mo drink scold, "retreat!"

"Yes

After the officer retired, the night Lord Mo asked the military doctor to check Yan Xiruo's right hand.

Yan Xiruo's injury is very serious, fracture, may also hurt the nerve, need to be in the hospital for detailed examination after landing.

After fixed treatment for Yan Xiruo's hand, the military doctor went to yejue Mo and said, "Er Shao, the bullet in your shoulder must be taken out as soon as possible."

Night Jue Mo nodded his head, the military doctor let a person set up a temporary small operating room in the cabin.

……

When ye Jue Mo takes the bullet, Yan Xiruo doesn't take a look in his direction.

He is the crown prince of the royal family, and the medical skills of military doctors must be top-notch. Even if he reaches the palace of hell, he may be able to rescue him.

Yan Xiruo looked down at his right wrist, his lips showed a wry smile.In the future, can she pick up the pen again? Can she continue her favorite design major?

No, she can't lose heart. This time she's not dead. She has to work hard to live. The right hand doesn't work. She has a left hand.

Even if all people come to cheat and hurt her, she can't be knocked down. If she doesn't die, she has to live well and strong.

As for love

She didn't dare touch it again, she thought.

Ye Jue Mo Chu was close to her, just to find Carter. Now that he has achieved his goal, he will not pester her any more!

This time, she and he will be completely broken!

……

Night Jue Mo finished the operation, he worried about Yan Xiruo, a second did not dare to rest. He came up to her and found that she was asleep.

Did not wake her up, he let his subordinates take a blanket over her delicate body.

A few hours later, the helicopter landed on the tarmac of villa yejue Mo in Anshi.

Yan Xiruo wakes up, opens his bloodshot eyes and looks at yejue Mo sitting beside her. His confused and empty pupil slowly becomes bright and cold, like the stars in midnight, without a trace of temperature.

The cabin door opened, Yan Xiruo pulled off the blanket and stood up from the seat. When passing by night Jue Mo, his left hand was pulled by him.

Little by little, Yan Xiruo took back his hand from his palm. He did not look at him. His face was like a dead ash. His eyes had no waves and no waves. It seemed that nothing could arouse her emotion. "Let go."

Night Jue Mo stood up from the chair, he waved all the people back.

A moment later, only the two of them were left in the cabin.

"Xiruo, let's talk." He had a low, hoarse voice with a slight tremor.

Some things, Yan Xiruo does not want to escape, after life and death, she is not afraid of anything, what's more, he has stabbed her in the chest, she has been numb with pain.

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