For two seconds, Wei Shi stared at the witch Jane and was immediately stabbed by his pale, thin cheeks...
Sudden cardiac arrest.
The teenager dared not believe it and grabbed Witch Jane's arm to support him, shouting down his throat.
How could it be, how could it be, knowing it was you who should be locked in emotion--
The black bracelet drained the blood and faded from depth.
The mentor nodded: "Two succeeded, the crazy one to deal with tomorrow.” As the instructor walks in, bow your head and check the guard's bracelet.
Wei Shi suddenly reacted, trying his best not to see the witch Jane. He lowered his head with a red orbit, similar to that of the modifier who locked the side at the same time, and his wrist muscles twitched due to tension and did not reveal a point of nil.
The other hand held by Jane was shaking harder.
Little dwarves are dying out of breath, like melting ice.
The bracelet drips twice. Teachers are satisfied with watching the guard.
“This is okay, it's locked. ”
The mentor removed the bracelet and turned to the witch Jane.
The guard stood in front of the witch Jane, and the eyes of the bloodshed frightened the mentor. Defense is like a monster with failed genetic modification, more like a marvellous beast than a man. He shouted: “Roll...”
The instructor scolded, quenched a sigh of spit, turned to think of the after-effects of emotional locking, and darkened himself quickly: “Son of a bitch, it's your turn to be locked... really treat yourself like a fucking person? ”
The teacher turned around and the R-yard base worker consoled him: “And what's wrong with the engineer? Compared to him, I lost my share! ”
Speaking softly, several people disappeared into the gloomy night.
The guard turned around sharply, unable to take care of the blood in his arms, and hurried to hold the witch Jane.
The dwarf's breath approached nothing, his lips were first drained of blood and then approached by an abnormal bruise. The only sign that a man is still alive is tremor.
Witch Jane has been shaking.
The guard panicked and pressed the man into his arms. His hands behind the witch's neck touched only a cold, weak pulse.
Little dwarf's chin leaned gently against his shoulder socket, suddenly pounding while guarding.
Her shoulders were wet with tears.
Witch Jane is crying.
The entire guard was struck hard. He touched Jane's hand and could not have seen the scratches from the knife on the inside of his wrist.
Emotional locking toxins melt in the face of blood and spread instantly until they erode the central nerve to give the instructor an "activation” signal. Before the bracelet started, the dwarf stood on his back against the instructor and suddenly reached out and held himself - when warm liquid poured into his wound.
It was not himself who took the toxin from the spike, but the witch Jane, who was also corroded by the central nerve.
Lightning flashed through the night.
Thunder blaring.
Weisheng hugged the witch Jane, who was going to fall into nightmares, put on her training jacket, her voice was frightened and almost begged: “Dwarf... you, you, don't worry, I beg you...”
Tears fell again on the shoulders, like boulders smashing into the heart of the guard.
He shook his arms and embraced the witch Jane, rushing into the leaching rain screen and rushing to the lightning white R-yard base.
The “bang” of the bedroom door was pushed wide open.
The dusk lamp was turned on, and the bodyguard was wet for the most part, and the witch guard in her arms was still terribly low despite not getting a drop of rain.
The teenager took off his coat and left his wet clothes at the door, trying to keep the witch warm. Thick cotton was dragged out of the cupboard, he was stuck from head to toe, and there was even something burning in the house - the tongue swayed in a tiny basin, and the guard moved the basin to the bed and looked nervously at the witch.
Witch Jane is still trembling, and her thick eyelashes cast a gripping shadow in the depressed eye contour.
The guard tried to restrain himself from thinking about the mood breaking modifiers, the dwarf didn't howl, he didn't scream - but he was too quiet, he didn't say a word, he struggled with all his emotions.
Like an angel nailed to a sacrificial shelf.
It will melt away at any moment.
The guard watched helplessly, and when his fist tightened, he punctured his palm without realizing it.
Until the wound broken by the bracelet approached the fire basin and the blood dropped in the tongue. He looked cold at the wound - even clots of clotting were blocking his eyes. Why isn't he locked in, Jane? It had to be me. Why would a dwarf be foolish enough to stop himself? It's not worth...
In bed, Witch Jane finally made a faint sound.
The guardian stood up and heard the witch Jane softly shouting “cold”.
All quilts in the bedroom are stacked on Witch Jane, and heating equipment is only available at the teacher's residence. As soon as Weishi bit his teeth, he lifted the quilt and squeezed it in. The teenager's body, not too strong but hot, instantly covered the witchcraft. He cautiously wrapped his arms around it, his soft, lying little curly hair against his chin, and his highest temperature chest patched on the witchcraft.
An impotent teenager even wants to rip out his heart for the Witch Jane's fever.
Tears still accumulate in the little man's orbit.
The guard was clumsy and repeated his comfort “Don't cry”. Cold enough to hear the dwarf scream softly again.
“Defense time. ”
Weisheng's eyes were astringent, almost rubbing people into their bones, and he was afraid of hurting the witch Jane. He replied forcefully: "I'm here, don't be afraid...”
Witch Jane whispered: “Guardian time..."
"I'm here!” He paused and the soft little man in his arms finally woke up from the nightmare and spared no effort to make up for him.
The guard was surprised and surprised. He shouted in a panic and couldn't help but rush into the nightmare to protect the dwarf until the witch finally cried "wow”.
“What's wrong? What's wrong?” Guardian quickly lifted his face.
Eyelashes flutter with water, and Witch Jane finally opens her eyes in the fire--
The back is sweaty because of the dreams.
Negative emotions are spreading.
He couldn't even tell which were the bosses' memories, which were really his own, and the lines of memory were confused.
First, a thousand years ago, a low bungalow, cement ground, unfamiliar air, tight and cold, the young policewoman knelt down and held him up: “... how did you lose him...”
In a cold lab, the subjects were silently queued like walking corpses. The arm was too heavy to lift, and the sharp probe suddenly penetrated the skin, causing a disturbance in the crowd.
Witch Jane nodded. “It's not... lost. ”
Memory is twisted again, the taupe brown door is closed, except that the metal mechanical sound is crying, the deformity test article comes off the operating table, and the next second it's dragged out--
“Sixty thousand! You gave someone up for adoption for 60,000 fucking dollars? You didn't know the applicant had a history of molestation?” The policewoman is furious: “I'll tell you...”
The policewoman touched Witch Jane's head: “So smart, you know yourself...” She suddenly stopped talking and Witch Jane raised her soft little hands and feet to wipe her tears.
The grey-brown door opened again, and researchers in white coats sent him to the operating table: “The first modification, directly to the highest dose. ”
“What?! ”
“As mentioned above, as long as the S-level fits, only one is missing. That's what happens in the future. Nine places do not require defective items. Success is his honor... Shaoyu is the first sword in the Federation... he is the sheath of swords...”
Heavy potion smell surrounded the nose tip, witch Jane was in the company practice room for a second, but the next second she sat silently on the bed, watching the grey brown door light open a seam.
He wants out.
Outside the window, the fog rolled, and he seemed to see someone walking fast from afar.
Witch Jane suddenly rushed out of bed barefoot and knocked desperately on the door: "Guardian! ”
The boss hasn't heard a word.
Witch Jane despairs: "Guardian! Guardian!”
The big man disappeared at the end of his field of sight, Witch Jane turned around and pushed the door with all her strength until the gap grew bigger and bigger...
Angry researchers emerged and the horizons plunged into an endless abyss.
Thunder blaring.
R-yard base bedroom.
He was stuffed in a thick duvet and the old man held his head with red eyes.
Witch Jane looked up slowly and her physiological tears dropped down her cheeks.
Juvenile suddenly panicked, regretted and heartbroken. Following the fire, he subconsciously lowered his head to kiss Jane's fallen tears.
“Sorry...”
Weishu Shadu repeated: “Sorry, sorry...”
This is the first time Witch Jane has seen Big Man cry.
The fire melted warmly, and the teenager threesomely wiped away the moisture in the corner of his eyes, continuing to cover the witches.
The water cup at the end of the bed is steaming.
“If you don't want to have nightmares, you don't sleep," Wei Shi whispered nervously. “Say something, or I'll say it, you listen. ”
Jane reacted slowly and shook her head slowly.
Half of the nightmares are memories of myself and half of the nightmares are guardian. The two veins were first separated and then doped together, crowded into the mind. At the end of the day - Witch Jane can even feel herself sitting in the renovation room of the R-yard base and seeing the young boss outside the window.
“I... saw you in the door, yelling at you all the time.” Witch Jane muddled.
“And then what?” The guardian is anxious to ask.
Witch Jane: “You didn't hear me, you left. ”
"It was a nightmare. Impossible, never. ”
He slowly squeezed the little shorty, and the heat from the teenager blew his impeccably picked little curly hair: "I'll come to you wherever you are in the future, look, we'll live together! ”
“… even if we don't live together, I'll sneak by in the middle of the night to accompany you. ”
Witch Jane took a moment.
Suddenly, the first sea choice for the Clawson show appeared in my mind - the big man had a gun and talked cold and dragged 258 grand, but every time he appeared, he stole a rabbit in the middle of the night.
He softly mumbled.
The guard couldn't wait for him to hum one more time, hmm two times, to turn back into a live, jumping dwarf, like a knife cut in his heart.
The first stage of life and death has passed, but the after-effects of the emotional lock will be gone for a long time.
He has to get everything ready for the dwarf.
“I'm sorry.” For a long time, the teenager muted and said, “Me and I are useless now. You... wait for me. ”
"I want to take care of you for the rest of your life. ”
“Seriously. ”
A slightly warmer dwarf moved in the nest, and the guardian's expression was serious, but his heart kept beating. However, he did not wait half a day for the dwarf to react, and he bowed his head gently, and the witch had fallen asleep again.
The teenager watched him quietly for a long time.
The rain grew louder outside the window, adding a little more to the fire basin.
Unassured for a moment, hold the dwarf's hand quietly and count the pulse. Counting over and over again, the last guard had no reason to go on counting, but couldn't let it go.
Flip the quilt gently and place your cool, fat hand in front of your heart's nest.
Warm your wings carefully.
Thank you for the fat rocket!
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Woo-hoo, yesterday's update didn't catch up, apologize to everyone!
This was yesterday's QAQ, only a pitiful half a dozen days in a row, and the insomnia was reversed day and night, resulting in no time-code QAQ. After work there is still a reward... come back and write! Rest assured, National Day must be sweet and sweet, white is not the white of every good day to abuse the little witch!