Wild Journey

Chapter 39 |

This throw used great strength, and the blade was completely buried in the flesh. Song Lan glanced at the injury and said to himself, "...there is a real murderer."

Gu Xiao drew out his saber and walked towards Song Lan with a cold face.

Seeing Gu Xiao's gloomy eyes, Feng Yao immediately had an ominous premonition. He was afraid of causing death, so he quickly pulled Gu Xiao back: "Wait, you..."

Song Lan walked backwards, blew a long whistle, held the handle of the knife with the other hand, and pulled out the knife inch by inch, his expression slightly wrinkled in pain, he retreated to the edge of the boat roof, glanced at Gu Xiao, and then He blew an ambiguous kiss to Feng Yao: "Feng Yao, we are destined to meet again."

After all, he raised his eyebrows at Gu Xiao, very provocative.

Without further ado, Gu Xiao raised his hand to throw the knife at him, Feng Yao sighed, and hurriedly hugged Gu Xiao's arm: "Don't, don't! Don't throw this knife around!"

While speaking, Song Lan had already fallen backwards.

A huge black shadow soared from the bottom of the flying boat. The stars were not shining enough, and the night scene was blurred and indistinct. Before Feng Yao could see it clearly, the black shadow melted into the deep night and could not be found again.

The door of the long corridor rang again, Feng Yao was about to look, but Gu Xiao pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.At the moment of embracing, Feng Yao heard Gu Xiao's beating heartbeat, the pulsation that was so strong that it almost crushed his chest was transmitted to Feng Yao's heart through the bones of each other.

Feng Yao was startled: "Gu Xiao?"

Gu Xiao lowered his head, silently buried it into Feng Yao's neck, panting heavily.

Feng Yao is no stranger to this kind of situation. He knows that Gu Xiao must have not recovered from his insane state, but this time he is not very flustered. After all, he holds an electric baton in his hand and has the ability to protect himself. However, To his surprise, Gu Xiao was not as violent as that day, but was just hugging him with an irresistible strength, as if... very reluctant.

Feng Yao suddenly recalled what Gu Xiao said when he was drunk that night.

"Don't want me."

"do not leave me."

Feng Yao was absent-minded for such a short period of time, and then he was woken up by the awe-inspiring pain. He was covered in cuts and bruises, and before the glass shards could be pulled out, he was hugged so hard that he immediately gasped in pain.

Feng Yao's arms were bound, so he had to pat Gu Xiao's back nearby, discussing, "You... let go first, it hurts, the glass is stuck in the flesh."

To Feng Yao's surprise, the action of patting his back immediately relieved Gu Xiao's emotions. Gu Xiao relaxed a little bit, and Feng Yao no longer hurt, but Gu Xiao still hugged him and did not let go, like that. Extremely a stubborn and domineering child, who has an inexplicable possessive desire for him.

After opening some distance, Gu Xiao looked down, and Feng Yao followed suit, and saw the rose pinned in his shirt pocket——

It should have been left by Song Lan before leaving.

Gu Xiao picked off the flowers, his face darkened again.

Feng Yao looked over his shoulder and noticed the person not far away.

The man stood alone at the door, wearing a black robe and black hat, with his hands behind his back, looking at them from a distance, seeing Feng Yao looking over, he took a step forward and walked straight.

Feng Yao's expression froze.

And where he didn't see it, Gu Xiao folded the branch of the rose into his palm, and when he spread it out, there was only a touch of crimson powder left, which scattered with the wind.

"Where did he go?"

Rong's voice is rather heavy, as if his vocal cords were severely damaged. A few simple words sound extremely difficult, as if they were torn out from his throat, engulfed in an unbearable hoarseness, Men and women are indistinguishable.

Gu Xiao turned his head slightly, and glanced at him with an unkind expression.

Powerful people often have a distinctive aura. Rong Mingming did nothing, but his courage is already like a sharp blade, cutting the surrounding air to the extreme. However, his aura is terrifying. It's not very troublesome, sandwiched between two sources of low air pressure, Feng Yao felt his scalp tingling for a while, he pulled Gu Xiao's hand that was still lying on his waist, and tried to negotiate peacefully: "I don't know he went where."

Rong ignored it and said, "I'll give you another chance."

He was not sure about the relationship between Feng Yao and Song Lan, and he didn't need to be sure. He just needed to know that Feng Yao was the last person Song Lan met before he left. This alone was enough for him not to let Feng Yao go.In fact, from his action of cutting off the only retreat, the meaning of finding fault is indeed self-evident.

Feng Yao knew that it was useless to talk, so he had to find a way to get out. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Rong, as if he wanted to see a flaw from under the dark hood, and looked around calmly, looking for a way to get out.

At this time, Rong raised his hand.

The illusion was generated in an instant, and Feng Yao didn't even know when he was hit by the magic. A sense of suffocation suddenly hit him, and a severed hand strangled his throat.

At the same time, Gu Xiao drew his sword and attacked Xiang Rong.

Rong took half a step back, and suddenly the knives were like rain, densely packed, forming a cold wall in front of him, pushing towards the two of them.

The blade that was supposed to be flying at high speed fell into Gu Xiao's field of vision, but it seemed that the frame rate was slowed down. The saber twirled in his hand and temporarily returned to its sheath. Without thinking, Gu Xiao turned around to protect Feng Yao, and hurried to the side hide away.

The life-threatening severed hand disappeared, and the crimson pinch marks on Feng Yao's neck also disappeared one after another. He didn't have Gu Xiao's reaction ability, and the knife wall pressed against him was a sign of doom, but before he had time to despair, his body lightened .

Gu Xiao was faster than Knife Wall. He picked up Feng Yao, as swift as a cheetah waiting for an opportunity. At the same time, the flying boat made an unbearable creaking noise, the roof of the boat tilted, and the evasion movements were too overwhelming. Yao subconsciously hugged Gu Xiao back, the cold light brushed against his shoulders, and a few drops of broken blood splashed on his cheeks.

Feng Yao put his back on the ground, bearing the weight of Gu Xiao, and groaned for a while.

He clearly felt the skin and flesh being cruelly peeled off by the fine sharpness, the sharp glass cut deep into the skin, and grinded hard in the tender flesh, half of Feng Yao's body was in pain and he unconsciously stiffened, he closed his eyes tightly, while dispelling the pain , was grabbed by Gu Xiao's back collar not too gently, and pushed towards the back of the bunker.

When they parted, Feng Yao's hand slipped from Gu Xiao's shoulder, and his forearm was covered with blood.The dark red blood was so viscous that it turned black, like a terrifying scar. Although it was an illusion, once it was performed, the pain was really painful. He froze for a moment, and then made a movement that even he could not have imagined— —

He grabbed Gu Xiao.

Gu Xiao paused, then turned his head to look at Feng Yao.

The fundus of his eyes was abnormally scarlet, and he was obviously still in hysteria, which had not been relieved.During the moment when they looked at each other, many thoughts flashed through Feng Yao's mind. He didn't know why Gu Xiao could maintain a perfect fighting state even in hysteria, and he didn't know why, when he was unconscious, facing Dangerous, Gu Xiao's first reaction was not to defend himself, but to protect him first.It was the case last time in the T-12 area, and it is the same this time.

The boat tilted suddenly, Feng Yao hit the railing with the back of his head, his thoughts suddenly came to him, he was awakened by the pain, let go of his hand, and hurriedly said: "Illusion is born from the eyes, you can try it... don't do it!" To see him."

Gu Xiao looked at him without responding.Feng Yao just remembered that Gu Xiao couldn't listen to people's words now, he was just worried, and saw Gu Xiao approached quickly, quickly kissed his cheek, and whispered: "Mine."

Feng Yao: "..."

Forget it, it's not appropriate to call him at this time.

Feng Yao pressed the electric rod with his hand, then put it down restrainedly, deciding not to worry about mental illness.And Gu Xiao kissed Feng Yao, and he seemed very happy to see that he didn't push away, and it seemed that he wanted to kiss again.

Feng Yao didn't want Gu Xiao to kiss him, so he backed away to hide, but Gu Xiao hugged him back in a not-so-gentle manner, forced him to kiss his forehead, and then emphasized in a very solemn and slightly angry tone: "You are my lover." of."

Feng Yao: "..."

Fortunately, although Gu Xiao is mentally disturbed, he still has the instinct to respond to danger, and he can distinguish the priorities. When he heard Rong approaching, Gu Xiao immediately pushed Feng Yao back to the bunker, got up, and stepped on the floor. The blade walked towards Rong.

Before Gu Xiao approached, the second wave of knife rain came oncoming, Rong hid behind the illusion barrier, and controlled it remotely without any haste.

The blades seemed to be given life, they no longer flew blindly, but surrounded Gu Xiao in all directions. The figure is already strong enough, but it is still unavoidable to be scratched with dense scars.

The pain didn't hinder him in the slightest, Gu Xiao was able to handle it with ease, he precisely clamped the high-speed blade between his fingers, and threw it at Rong.Neither retreating nor avoiding, the blade suddenly turned into nothingness and disappeared when it was about to pass through his body.

Tolerance is invulnerable...

Only real objects can cause damage to him.

Feng Yao narrowed his eyes, pointed his pistol at Rong, and the moment he pulled the safety catch, Rong looked over and raised his hand in his direction.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, the boundless night covered the bright curtain, Feng Yao's eyes were shaken and closed, countless mirrors rose from the ground, soaring into the clouds, Lin Li seemed to be airtight Feng Yao was firmly trapped in the prison, and all he could see was his own reflection.

Feng Yao looked around vigilantly, and found that no matter the mirror reflected on his head, back or even his feet, the reflected reflections were all staring at him.

Those reflections, with the faces he is most familiar with, put on the same dull expression, staring at him with empty eyes, never leaving an inch.

Laughter suddenly sounded in the empty silence.

The corners of the mouths of all the reflections invariably pulled up the same arc. The laughter ranged from small to loud, from suppressed to rampant, unscrupulous, like ghosts singing together, piercing Feng Yao's eardrums with pain.

Immediately, the cold air that came from no one knew when, quietly climbed up Feng Yao's back, and penetrated into his body everywhere.

Cold, sharp, scary.

In this three-dimensional and multiple strange illusion, Feng Yao's breathing tightened, he felt uncontrollable creepy, and then forced himself to calm down.

all fake.

Feng Yao gritted his teeth and told himself that it was all fake.

Gu Xiao is still mediating peacefully, they don't have the upper hand, the current situation is urgent, there is no time for him to delay in the illusion...

Feng Yao breathed heavily, his hand never changed direction from beginning to end, as long as he pulled the trigger, he could hit Rong.

Just pull the trigger...

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Song Xiaolan is too skinny, wait for Gu Xiao to beat you up