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He didn't wait for everyone to ask questions, so he quickly continued: "Through Mu Zichu's blood and my real essence worn on him, I can cast a spell, no matter where he is, he can use a teleportation at a random location ...In this world, even Chi can't find a person who doesn't have his mark on him, and regardless of whether he has a mark on him, this teleportation can wash away that mark."

The words said helplessly: "What's the use of that, Chi can't find him, and we can't find him either... Now my brother can't even see him, if he accidentally teleports to some deep mountain and old forest, wouldn't it be a dead end? one?"

Yang Jian nodded: "That's right, this method is too uncertain. I... looked at Mu Zichu's situation before, and Chi didn't do anything to him after that, so I didn't bring it up."

This is simply too risky, no one dares to agree easily, after all no one has the heart to make fun of You Zuowei's life.

"Is there no other way?" Wei Ya said desperately, "The reason why my brother will suffer one more day if he stays with that pervert for one more day. Although Brother Zichu didn't say anything, but look at his current appearance, I will I was always worried that he was going to collapse."

Taibai said: "This situation will become more and more serious. Evil power is not a good thing for gods to digest, and it will have a greater impact on the body of mortals - and I have to wear his bracelet all the time. Otherwise, the current situation may be even worse."

Mu Zichu has been listening to their discussion with a blank face, without speaking - he is feeling uncomfortable now, and he doesn't want to talk at all, especially when he thinks that these are the most real feelings of his dear brother, he is even more sad .

He has a terrible headache now, his eyes are pitch black, every inch of his skin is terribly sensitive, and even the friction of clothing materials will cause a faint tingling pain.

It's really worrying, the illness is so serious, the reason why she was spoiled and raised since childhood, when did she suffer such grievances.

wrong!this……

He suddenly felt that the vitality in his body began to decline at a terrible speed. After only a few seconds, he even began to have difficulty breathing.

"Yang... Zhenjun..."

Mu Zichu exhausted all his strength to forcefully call out. Fortunately, Yang Jian was keenly aware of his cry for help, and quickly teleported over to grab his wrist.

"Not good!" Yang Jian's complexion changed, "Chi is going to attack, he is going to kill You Suowei!"

Everyone stood up with a clatter, and Li Weike shouted with a stiff face: "Use your method quickly! Quick!"

Yang Jian didn't have time to say more, he quickly bit the tip of his tongue, drawing out a trace of blood from his body, the color of the blood was a bit dull, but it was much more lively and spiritual than Mu Zichu's at that time, swaying his slender body reluctantly around Flying in a circle with the master, a fierce one plunged into Mu Zichu's body.

Yang Jian let go of Mu Zichu, staggered, took two steps back and collapsed into the chair. He was seriously injured and had just recovered, but now he was seriously injured in a hurry, and his face became visibly pale .

Taibai hugged him distressedly, put two fingers on his wrist and inspected it carefully, and then carefully poured some mana to stabilize the injury in his body, and comforted the terrified people in the room: "It's okay, it's okay, cast a spell Success, no matter where he sent what he did, at least he is now out of Chi's control."

Li Weike was still worried, so he took two steps to grab Mu Zichu's shoulder, his anxiety was beyond words.

Although Mu Zichu couldn't see it, he could feel his mood from the strength of his subordinates. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and patted the back of his hand: "It's much better, the loss of vitality has stopped, and there are no new additions." The wound...is just..."

He frowned, carefully distinguishing the feelings on his body: "Hot heat, no wind, and fine and rough gravel... the reason is probably fainting, it doesn't feel like dirt, but it doesn't feel like an asphalt road either..."

Li Weike jumped up: "No matter what, it's not too strange, as long as you look for someone in a crowded place, even if the devil flatters you, he won't be able to keep up with the cooperation between the two of us."

This is true, no matter how powerful these gods and monsters are, when it comes to finding a person without any special marks on their body, it is really not as easy as a mortal who holds a lot of authority in the secular world.

As long as You Suowei was not teleported to some deep mountain and old forest, the two huge power and wealth machines will be fully operational, and it will be a matter of time to find him.

When You Suowei woke up, he thought he was dreaming.

He still couldn't see it, and he might clearly feel that the touch of the bed under him was very different from before. There was a sweet smell of oranges in the air, and the sun shone on his face, soft and warm.

The surroundings are quiet, but you can also faintly hear noisy human voices, which cannot be heard clearly because they are separated by something, but it is a relaxed and simple voice full of undisciplined life.

He moved his palm and found that there was still a drip on it.

He just fell asleep, why did he run to such a strange place... Where is this?

It was definitely not the place where Chi had imprisoned him before—the place had always been eerily quiet, without a single light or human voice, and when he was lying there, he often wondered if he had lost all his senses.

But the rough linen material under his body showed that he was obviously not found by Vike and the others, the surrounding was very quiet, and the air was humid and hot - it should be in the tropics, probably not in the forest before.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard the sound of the curtain being lifted, and then a lively female voice sounded.

"Ah, %#%￥#%&￥&...￥..."

You Suowei: "..."

Help, where is the language that I can't understand QAQ.

He opened his eyes wide in a daze, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't see any light.

Nadya is a nurse at the Varg Private Hospital in Swaziland. Their hospital equipment is not very advanced, and the medical treatment conditions are also somewhat simple, so those gentlemen in suits and ties seldom set foot here.But Nadya has always been proud to work there.Because they have a pious dean who believes in Christianity, he often helps some patients who really can't see the disease, and is willing to accept low medical expenses. This hospital, which looks a bit shabby in appearance, is respected by many poor people in the local area.

She is just a young girl in her early twenties. She has studied for a few years and learned some simple nursing care from the church. It is precisely because of the dean's open-mindedness and approachability that she has the opportunity to work in this place. Regarding this point, she has always It is with a grateful attitude.

Although this hospital does not have those modern ornate decorations, the interior has been cleaned very well. The courtyard is full of dense orange trees. The tropical and humid sunlight makes the large leaves green and give off a pleasant fragrance. .

Many of the patients admitted in the hospital are children. These children always seem to have endless energy. Even those little patients with plaster hanging on their arms like to jump up and down and run around in the yard. Nadya took care of them every day to prevent them from hurting herself, and her heart was broken.

The children like her quite a lot. Nadya is not very beautiful, but she is kind and gentle. Even when she reprimands naughty children, her voice is soft. There are six younger siblings in her family, and she knows how to deal with difficulties since she was a child. little devil.

But no matter how much respect and enthusiasm you have for your work, Monday mornings are not pleasant.

This week, Nadya had a Sunday off. She had a good rest at home, so that she almost overslept on Monday morning. Fortunately, her home was not far from the hospital. She didn't have time to eat breakfast, so she grabbed a piece of bread and ran to the hospital quickly.

As a result, the old dean happened to be standing at the entrance of the hospital. When he saw her, he smiled and said good morning, and then handed over the newly moved patients in Ward 104 to her.

"Hey, that's a poor boy, he was unconscious outside our hospital at noon yesterday... I can't believe what he went through, Nadya, the children say you are the gentlest, don't irritate him. "

Nadya: "..."

Nadya is unable to argue for her workload, she has always been a caring and good girl, the hospital is already understaffed, everyone should do more.

So she nodded, resigned to her fate, took the nursing equipment and ran to room 104.

Then she was stunned by the unconscious man in the curtain.

104 There is an orange tree planted by the window outside, with lush leaves, leaving only some irregular gaps for sunlight to come in, but the interior does not look dim, but is dyed warm yellow by the sunlight. Beautifully shaped spots can be seen everywhere.

There are a total of six beds in the ward, and an old man with a leg injury lives by the window. He fell while walking his dog and broke the bone in his leg.

The patient mentioned by the dean was on the bed next to the door, and the bed was tightly covered by the yellowish white curtain, but the sunlight shot down from the vacant ceiling relentlessly, shining right on the patient's face.

It was an oriental man, but Nadya had never seen such a beautiful man in her barren 20 years of life.

She had heard before that Asian men were flat, with yellow skin and small eyes, and they all looked the same, but she swore that the man didn't match the description no matter where he was—his nose bridge was unusually straight, and the tip of his nose was crisp and clean. When folded, the lines are extremely three-dimensional; his skin is indeed yellow, but it is much finer than those white people, so that even the yellow is not obvious, and it looks like a piece of smooth jade in the sun.

The man was still in a coma, and she couldn't see his eyes, but those eyelashes were really long, black and dense, curled up slightly at the end, resting quietly on his cheeks, making his thin face even more fragile .

Nadya blushed and cleaned him briefly, and couldn't help but wonder what those eyes would look like if they were open.

——It is said that all Orientals have black eyes. This person's eyes must be more charming than obsidian.

But... Nadya looked at the ambiguous marks on the man's collar and sighed. Although she didn't know what was going on with her body, she probably understood what the old dean said about the poor man's "unimaginable" experience.

Those particularly beautiful things in this world, if they don't have the strength to match them, it will always be difficult to live.

Nadya sighed and hung up the drip bottle for the patient, packed up her things and went to find those tortured children.