She half opened her mouth, her eyes filled with surprise, so shocked that she couldn't even move.

Mo Nanjue gently wiped his slender fingers on his face, then looked at Luo Tingsong, turned around and walked towards the door.

His steps were not fast, but it was not slow. From the distance from the hospital bed to the door, the man counted silently, one, two, three...

Seventeen steps.

Tong Ran's eyes were still frozen on the hospital bed, Luo Tingsong's blue and white hospital gown, and his chest showed a dazzling blood red. She knew that it was blood.

The man said nothing, rubbed her shoulders and walked out.

Tong Ran suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Monanjue stopped.

He didn't look back or speak. Tong Ransubai's little hands were holding his wrist tightly. If she hadn't been trembling himself, she would have found that the man's whole body was already trembling.

But she couldn't find it. Tong Ran opened her eyes, but felt her vision became blurry. The sudden scene made her unable to accept it, and no one could see it, she could not react.

She trembled so much that her shoulders curled up slightly. The sound from her throat was like a squeezed blister, which hurt so much when touched. She moved her chapped lips, "I... have been waiting for you to come back."

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes and rolled in his throat, but he still said nothing.

His whole body was as painful as acupuncture. The effect of painkillers was only temporary, even for a few minutes. He realized this just when he went upstairs.

The man wants to take his hand back.

"Don't!" Tong Ran was shocked by his intentions, and she held his hand tightly, "Don't leave!"

Mo Nanjue did not move again.

"You..." Tong Ran slowly turned around, her clear vision met his eyes, and the familiar feeling made each other's hearts tremble. The passing current was called missing. She stretched out her hand and pulled the hand where he was holding the gun, "You killed him... yes?"

The man looked at her, and his tingling eyes were replaced by the scarlet red gradually rising inside his body. He nodded his head lightly, "Yes."

Tong Ran took the muzzle gun in his hand, and the muzzle was still stained with blood. Her eyes were so wide that it seemed as if her eyes would fall out at any time. She stared at the gun, "Why?"

Her voice was also very light, and the wind blew away in her ears. Mo Nanjue glanced at her condescendingly, and could see the crimson mark of Devils Kiss being injected into the back of her neck at a glance.

Once, Tong Ran asked him, Mo Nanjue, how painful did you feel when you were poisoned?

How painful it is? How painful it is now, maybe she will experience the same pain in the future...

How painful it is? So the pain he feels now will definitely not make her feel pain in the future. The man squinted his eyes, "Because he deserves to die."

Tong Ran was shocked all over. She held the gun tightly, her slender white fingers turned white, and she laughed inexplicably, "Mo Nanjue, what are you talking about?"

The man didn't speak, Tong Ran suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder. She tiptoed and pushed him up the doorbar with force, with a deafening bang, "Why? Why?!"

Mo Nanjue let her move, and Tong Ran swung his fist and hit him on the shoulder. It didn't hurt, but she still beat him one by one, "Tell me, Mo Nanjue, you talk!"
Chapter completed!