Traveling through Thailand

When Sky mentioned this, he immediately thought of Xiao Yi still at the abandoned factory, and an anxious look appeared on his face: "He's still at the abandoned factory. Let's hurry over there. He was hit by several bullets when we separated. His situation must be very dangerous right now. We must hurry over."

Then he quickly ran towards the car, explaining to his father and Rain as he got closer: "Yi is still there. Uncle Cai is here now. He will send someone to take you back safely. Now I have to go find Yi. I'm worried he can't hold on."

Without waiting for a reply, the person had already started the car in reverse gear, turned around and stepped on the accelerator to drive in the direction they came from.

Rain looked at Sky who was going away worriedly and prayed that he could catch up: "Sky..." You must be safe.

Cai stepped forward and comforted him, "Don't worry, we will send someone to follow you. You can go back first. By the way, Rain, remember to call Phayu. He is very worried about you."

"Yeah, I know Brother Cai."

Cai ordered his men to find someone to send the two of them back, and the rest of the people continued on their way.

After getting off the car, Sky immediately ran to his side, his eyes filled with worry, fear, and sadness. He wanted to touch him, but was afraid of hurting him, so he hesitated. Sky, so focused on his wound, didn't notice Xiao Yi's look at him.

Xiao Yi looked at the slender neck in front of him and felt only pity.

How great would it be if I had a scalpel right now? I could carve beautiful marks on such a beautiful neck. I could use the scalpel to cut open the skin on the neck, layer by layer, and see how the knife's carving would make his collarbone more beautiful.

Xiao Yi's eyes were always on his neck, thinking of dozens of paintings with different landscapes in his mind, before he reached out and touched his neck.

There was a 'pop' sound.

Sky, who had been babbling incoherently, tears streaming down his face, opened his eyes wide. He had been unable to touch his wounds, but now he was being held in his arms. Just as Sky was about to speak, he saw Cannon Fodder 9 standing nearby, firing his weapon. He also heard the sound of bullets entering his body. Seeing him trying to pull the trigger again, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Stop!!!!"

He tried to break free from the embrace, but he had no strength to break free. He watched helplessly as bullet after bullet pierced his back. All he could see were the figures of the bullets as they ricocheted, from tiny black dots to sesame seeds to peanuts, one after another. So close he could see the slow motion of the bullets piercing the cloth, the sound of flesh and bone colliding. This scene became a shadow he could never erase.

This subconscious action made Xiao Yi, who had just come back to his senses, even more confused: Wasn't he just imagining what it would look like when he painted him? He had already chosen the template, so why did it suddenly become like this?

But why did she hold him in her arms? Shouldn't she just run away? Even if she wanted to save him, she should have pulled him along with her.

Ah, I forgot this body was already at its limit. Then came this exhausting, mind-numbing feat, and now my strength is at its limit.

At this moment, he was sure that protecting him was not the original intention, but that this body had engraved the protection of him into its bones?

Ah, it hurts. My back is burning. What a shame! I haven't had enough fun yet. I wonder if I'll get another chance to come out. But there's no chance anymore. If I can survive such a serious injury, it'll be a blessing from my ancestors.

Also, it feels so warm to hold this person in my arms.

Well, the neck would be nice too, but it’s a pity I don’t have it.

My thoughts stopped abruptly.

Sky felt the person holding him drop his arms, and the tendency to slide. He immediately hugged him, but due to the imbalance in strength, he fell to the ground. Sky held his face, which was covered in blood, and tears burst out.

"Yi, wake up."

"Yi!! Don't sleep, wake up." I wanted to wipe the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, but the more I wiped, the more it came out.

"Don't sleep! Don't sleep. Wuuuuuu~ Don't sleep, please open your eyes."

Sky didn't dare to put him down on the ground. He held his arms and felt the potholes on his back. He was even more at a loss and could only sit down on the spot holding him.

The cannon fodder 9 who fired the gun came over with a smoking wooden gun in his hand, pointed the gun at Sky's head and said coldly: "What a pair of affectionate mandarin ducks, don't worry, I will send you down to accompany him."

When he was about to shoot, Sky, who had his eyes downcast, suddenly broke his wrist holding the gun, snatched the pistol and shot him.

Cannon Fodder 9 was sent to hell before he could even feel the pain in his wrist. The hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and Sky raised his bright red eyes and fired a shot at the fallen body. Then, shot after shot, the pace gradually increased. After the last shot, the hand holding the gun fell to the ground. Looking at Xiao Yi, his body dyed red, his tears flowed even more.

When Cai and his men caught up, they heard a steady stream of gunfire, and their expressions grew even more apprehensive. Stepping out of the car, he saw Sky slumped to the ground, and the man lying before him. His heart skipped a beat. A sense of foreboding washed over him. He quickly stepped forward, taking in the fallen man and the dozen or so holes etched throughout the body of another unknown individual. His expression darkened.

He stepped forward and placed his hand on Xiao Yi's neck, feeling a faint pulse. He felt no joy in his heart. He knew this place was far from the hospital, and in his current state, he couldn't wait that long. Unless a miracle happened, the final outcome was already clear.

Cai walked to a nearby place and called his boss to explain the current situation.

"Boss, we are still late."

"How is the person?"

"He was shot several times and was dying."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone after hearing the news, and finally only one sentence: "Got it."

Just when everyone was unsure what to do next, the sound of a spiraling helicopter came from above. Sky and the others looked up, and except for Sky, no one else was as nervous as they stared at the gradually descending helicopter.

The plane stopped not far away, and only after seeing who was coming did they relax their vigilance.

He stepped forward quickly and said, "Mr. Xiao, you've come at the right time. We were just wondering how to resolve this situation."

When Xiao's father saw his son's current state and saw the packaging floating in the air as he got off the plane, he understood most of the situation. Knowing his son, he would never touch alcohol unless it was absolutely necessary. The fact that he touched it showed that he had been pushed to the extreme.

But then again, with his ability to handle things, he would never have been injured so badly. Someone must have found his weak spot to have caused him to be injured so badly.

Father Xiao waved his hand expressionlessly and asked the doctor who followed him to go up and check.

Sky stared blankly at the other man's movements. Then, with a glint of hope in his eyes, he watched his movements without blinking. The doctor, after the examination, looked grim. "He's been shot multiple times and has lost a lot of blood. As for the extent of the internal damage, further examination is needed to determine. But surgery is essential, otherwise even the gods cannot help."

"Is there any way to keep him alive until he can go to the hospital for surgery?"

"Yes." He pulled out a bottle from the deepest part of the medicine box, poured out a pill, and put it into his mouth. "He'll be able to keep his life for now. As long as we get to the hospital before the effect of the medicine wears off, we still have a chance to save him."

"Time waits for no one, fly directly to the nearest hospital."

A series of orders were issued, and Xiao Yi was carefully placed on the plane by several people. Sky followed their steps and got on the plane.

Father Xiao stood at the plane entrance and said to Sky, "Please watch over me for a while. I'll come over after I finish dealing with things here."

Sky nodded firmly, holding the cold, temperatureless hands tightly: "I will."