"Hurry up and finish these things, don't worry about me! You can't die..."
After Lan Sichen finished speaking, he gave him a look of affirmation, slammed the door, held the key in his hand and started the engine vigorously, endured the pain of the wound, and stepped on the accelerator...
The car flew out like an arrow, "xiu"...
Ji Fengwen watched helplessly as the car shape twisted and disappeared in the dark night, but he was unable to do anything. [ ] Because he had to stay and deal with things here quickly, otherwise he would cause more trouble for the Third Young Master.
An Su is not here, he has left the Lan family, who can save him...
Driving away like this will really kill someone... Third Young Master, even if it's to atone for your sins, don't use this method.
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Lan Sichen relied on his own consciousness to push the car forward. In fact, he didn't know where he was going and what to do next. He just remembered not to let her know, and that he couldn't die...
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He can't die until he has repaid what he owes her...
His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and blood spurted out from his wounds, all the way down his pants and to his feet. His mind became increasingly unclear, his consciousness became blurry, and the scene in front of him became blurry.
I was in a vast fog, couldn't see anything clearly, the air around me was very cold, and I couldn't stop shivering.
His eyelids kept drooping, and his long eyelashes cast a green shadow. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly opened his eyes when he seemed to lose consciousness. He saw the car crashing into the guardrail on the side of the road. His subconscious mind was about to hit the brakes.
, but the body was no longer under the control of the brain, and the feet could not use any strength at all. In the end, the car hit the guardrail hard...
——There was a bang, and the guardrail deformed.
Lan Sichen's body bumped back and forth several times in the small car, tearing the wound, and the blood flow became more fierce; and his forehead hit the steering wheel, and when he felt severe pain, he had completely passed out...
The car was deformed due to the impact, and white smoke was rising from the front of the car, flying into the air. In this silent night, the suppressed sadness flowed back into a river.
Lan Sichen lay quietly on the steering wheel, completely unconscious.
It was already late at night and there were very few cars passing by on the secluded road. No one noticed that there was a car accident here and someone's life was in danger.
In the dark night, suddenly a car drove quickly from the road. When the car stopped on the roadside, the driver immediately got out of the car and trotted to Lan Sichen's car. Through the glass window, he saw him lying on the ground.
She was unconscious on the steering wheel. When she smelled blood, she couldn't help but frown. When she looked carefully, she saw that Lan Sichen's body was covered in blood.
"Ann, he seems to be injured. The car hit the guardrail again. If he doesn't get treatment, he may die."
Xu Ningmo was wearing a black trench coat covering his strong figure. His eyes were cold and chilly in the dark night. When the light clouds and wind swept past the smoking car, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "Don't let him die."
She was stunned for a few seconds and then asked in confusion: "You want to save him?" For Silan's sake, Ann shouldn't save Lan Sichen!
"I don't want her to have anyone to hate." Xu Ningmo looked back, crossed his hands on his knees, and looked into the depths of the night: "Go, don't let him die."
"I know what to do." Go over to him.
After she nodded, she walked to Lan Sichen's car again and pulled the door hard but it couldn't be opened. She took a step back and kicked the window glass with her slender high heels. In an instant, the glass shattered to the ground. She reached in and opened the door.
Unbuckle Lan Sichen's seat belt, move him to the passenger seat with great effort, sit in the driver's seat, and drive away.
Xu Ningmo watched the dilapidated car drive away with cold eyes. Everything was still under his control, there was nothing wrong, but Tang Nunyi definitely didn't attack Tang Ling... Tang Ling was a chess piece.
He hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet. Tang Ling's presence will be a hindrance...
The car stopped in front of a 24-hour drugstore. She got out of the car and bought scissors, needlework, and medicine. She hurriedly took Lan Sichen to a shabby place and threw him on the bed with great effort.
Lan Sichen lost too much blood and was unconscious all the time. The clothes on his body were almost stained red with blood...
She frowned and reached out to untie Lan Sichen's clothes. When she saw the wound, she couldn't help but frown. Would such a deep wound hurt his internal organs? If it hurt his internal organs, sewing up the wound wouldn't save him.
"Hey! Third Young Master... wake up... wake up..." She reached out and patted his cheek, trying to wake him up.
Unfortunately, Lan Sichen didn't react at all.
"I'm not a professional doctor, and I can't send him to the hospital. How should I save him?" He bit his lip and saw the needle. He suddenly thought of something and immediately grabbed Lan Sichen's finger and held the needle in his other hand.
, using the dim light to stimulate the needle to life on his finger...
Lan Sichen frowned and made a painful sound...
She was startled, thought of something, and immediately put on her hat and mask. She looked sideways and saw that he didn't seem to be completely sad yet. She took a deep breath and had to do it again.
This time the needle pierced his ring finger very deeply, and blood immediately came out.
"Hiss!" When Lan Sichen made a painful sound, he immediately withdrew his hand and looked hard at the surrounding environment. It was strange and shabby, and he didn't even know where he was.
And he didn't know who the person in front of him was wearing a black windbreaker, a hat and a mask.
"There is water here, clean towels, medicines, needlework, and needlework. If you want to do something, you can do it yourself!"
The rough voice made Lan Sichen mistake her for a man. When he saw her standing up and turning to leave, he weakly said: "Who are you? Why do you want to save me?"
She stopped and didn't look back. She just said coldly: "The only one who can save you is yourself."
After saying that, he strode out of the house.
Lan Sichen wanted to speak again, but because of the pain, he took a deep breath and couldn't make a sound. He saw a table next to the bed with a basin, towels, and medicines. His pale and colorless lips raised a smile.
, it seems that if you want to survive, you really have to rely on yourself...
The pain from his fingertips made him frown. The pain from his fingers to his heart was incomparable to any pain in the world. That person just now was really cruel.
I struggled to get up and sat on an old wooden stool. I braced myself and pressed my fingers on the wound. Based on my own experience, I felt that the internal organs were not injured, but the skin was punctured. Now I must stop the bleeding immediately and suture the wound, otherwise
Even if you are not stabbed to death, you will still die if you continue to bleed like this...
He twisted the towel with his blood-stained fingers and gently wiped away the blood around the wound so that he could see the wound clearly. Then, he had to sew up the wound with a needle and thread.
After picking up the plastic bag, there were only medicines and no anesthetics, so I had to stay awake to sew the wound. It was self-evident how painful it was.
Lan Sichen leaned on the chair and took a deep breath, staring at the medicine and needles. His face was as pale as paper, with no blood at all. No one could help him now, but he could only take a gamble, hoping that he would not be sutured during the suturing process.
, fainted.
He swallowed two painkillers, bit the towel, pressed his wound with one hand, and held the needle in the other hand, and inserted it into his skin. When the needle tip penetrated the skin, he frowned.
Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead....
The towel was almost chewed to bits by him...
Such pain is enough to make people go crazy and collapse...
Lan Sichen held his breath. There was no time to delay. He speeded up and let the needle and thread sew up the wound.
Every stitch made him think of the feeling of a scalpel cutting across Si Lan's skin, and every stitch felt like he was hurting himself.
The fingers with clear bones were covered with sticky blood and could not stop trembling. The needle and thread shuttled through the skin, sewing up the crooked wounds like ugly centipedes.
With an expressionless face, he bit his ragged lips tightly, and the strong smell of blood spread in his mouth.
The strong thought is that I must live. No matter how difficult it is, no matter how much pain is waiting for me, I must live.
——Just because the debt owed to her has not been paid yet.
The small space had a strong smell of blood, and under the dark yellow light, he was covered in blood, which was shocking. The clothes on his body were soaked with cold sweat, as if he had taken a sauna in a hot summer, and the soaked hair roots clung to his skin.
The sticky feeling is very uncomfortable.
The heavy eyelids kept sinking, and the eyelashes were soaked with sweat, like rain-stained leaves trembling in the wind and rain... The consciousness of the brain gradually blurred, and he forced himself to stand up, turning around to face the simple house.
The wooden bed, I obviously want to walk over...
But his feet no longer obeyed his orders, the world was spinning, and the shaky shadow was swaying on the ground. The next second, his body tilted towards the ground and fell...
——Bang.
After the dull sound, Lan Sichen collapsed on the ground without any consciousness. Even if the coldness of the cold cement floor penetrated his skin, he was not aware of it.
In the silent night, with the cold and dim lights, moths circle around the light bulb endlessly. The strong smell of blood seems to indicate the approach of death, and the smell of decay is endless.
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Si Lan took Nie back and sent her to the room. He asked her to take a hot bath and stayed with her until she fell asleep and breathed evenly.
The water she gave him just now had sleeping pills in it, otherwise he would definitely not be able to sleep that night.
Under the incandescent lamp, his face was pale and bloodless. He bit his lower lip tightly, looking patient and stubborn, and closed his eyes tightly, but tears still fell silently.
Silan reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and a vague voice lingered in the silent space - "It doesn't matter, even if the whole world betrays you, I will still stand by your side."
Four years ago, if it hadn't been for Taoist, I wouldn't be standing here today. Even if I knew that Taoist was loving me with the love of love, so what.
Love has no distinction between high and low, race, and gender. As long as it is sincere, nothing else matters.
Although I will not fall in love with a woman, I can at least be her relative!
They are all people who lack warmth and relatives. They have been living in darkness and are too lonely...
Silan pulled the quilt for her, tiptoed out of the room, carefully closed the door, turned around to meet Xu Ningmo, stood expressionless for dozens of seconds, then turned to the kitchen to get a beer.
When Xu Ningmo came out, she was holding a goblet in her hand. The red wine filled with it was glowing bright red and looked enchanting under the light. It seemed that she had known that Si Lan would ask her to drink, so she had sobered up the red wine and waited for her.
"When did you know that Tang Ling was not dead?"
Xu Ningmo took a breath and leaned on the sofa, her slender legs overlapped, a charming smile on the corner of her mouth, and a lazy aura, like a snow lotus blooming in the snow-capped mountains, noble and elegant, without a trace of dust.
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"Is this question important?"
Silan took a sip of cold beer, and after thinking about it, he looked sideways at him: "What are you going to do next? Can't you..."
"Lan." The smile on Xu Ningmo's face remained unchanged, and even his tone did not change, but the taste changed in his ears. "I never tell you many things, just because I don't want you to get involved in these complicated things.
Tang Ling is someone who has been with me, and I advised her back then. She is the one who insists on her own way, and since she has decided to rebel, she must be prepared to pay the price!"
Si Lan didn't speak, just bit his lip... He had always asked Xu Ningmo to do this and that, but never thought about the problem from his perspective. It was too selfish.
"Lan, except for the Lan family, I don't want you to touch anything else. I have been working hard to keep you outside our circle. It's not that I don't trust you, but that I don't want you to get into trouble. Don't let me
All my efforts were in vain..."
Xu Ningmo looked at her with sincere eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and pinched her cheeks with his fingers. The skin was tender and smooth, like the skin of a newborn baby.
"Then..." Si Lan said, with complicated eyes flowing, and he asked uneasily: "What will happen to you in the future?" You can't stay like this forever.
"Don't worry, I will try my best to help them change their identities and start a new life, but not now."
"But what if..."
Before Si Lan finished speaking, Xu Ningmo took a big sip of red wine, clasped the back of her head with one hand, put his lips directly down, grabbed her lips, forcefully opened her teeth, and poured the red wine into her
in the mouth.
Si Lan was startled at first, but reflexively pushed him away. Xu Ningmo grabbed her hands, kissed her cold lips with wine-scented lips, and moved his tongue in her mouth unscrupulously.
He plundered the fragrance, and when he was rough, he wanted to pluck out her tongue. He forced her to swallow the red wine and refused to give in. He insisted on asking for her kiss.
Silan resisted his kiss, but the more she struggled, the tighter Xu Ningmo restrained her; the kiss became more passionate, giving her no chance to dodge; the honey liquid that she had no time to swallow ran along the gap between the corners of her lips.
Falling slowly, the silver exudes an ambiguous atmosphere...
Xu Ningmo looked as gentle as jade, but in reality it was stronger than a storm. His powerful and domineering kiss was even worse than that of Lan Ruixiu. It was so strong that Silan had no room for resistance and had to be controlled by him.
, guided in the direction by him, as if at this moment he is heaven and earth, the king who dominates all things.
But Silan doesn't like this feeling, doesn't like being dominated by others...
Unable to avoid his kiss, I had no choice but to welcome him in, and while he was attacking forcefully, I bit his lower lip very hard...
Xu Ningmo frowned, but did not let go of the hand holding the back of her head. Soon, the smell of blood flowed freely from their mouths.
Seeing that he was indifferent, Si Lan reluctantly gave up again...
"You should know that no matter how painful it is, I will never let you go." Xu Ningmo pulled away slightly, his hot eyes filled with affection, and his nakedness was undisguised. His fingers rubbed her red and swollen lips with satisfaction.
His lips, which he loved so much, were like ripe fruits, exuding a fascinating fragrance.
Si Lan leaned back, took a big breath of air, bit his lip, his watery eyes were calm and had no feeling. His fingers were still holding Xu Ningmo's clothes tightly, and he didn't let go until his fingertips turned white.
Xu Ningmo had an evil smile on her lips, her hot eyes only reflected her face, and she could only be seen in these eyes.
"I have enough time and patience to wait for you, and you are willing to become my woman!"
Si Lan lowered his brows and said nothing. He just stood up and avoided his fiery eyes, filled with complexity and confusion.
I don’t know why it was me. There were so many women in the world, why did Xu Ningmo fall in love with me? A woman who had been married, had a miscarriage, and had her heart ripped out.
Strictly speaking, I am afraid that I am not even a living person now.
Why does everyone fall in love with themselves without a soul?
Xu Ningmo is like this.
Lan Sichen is like this.
Only Lan Ruixiu... He seems to still be infatuated with the former Silan, the naive and stupid Silan.
Silan walked towards the door without saying a word. Now that she had calmed down, she should go back. When she stood at the door, she held the cold doorknob, hesitated for a few minutes, and then said: "Xu Ningmo, I am like this
People are not worth your time."
After saying that, he opened the door decisively and walked out in stride.
Xu Ningmo leaned against the sofa, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. The taste of blood spread in his mouth, and the fishy-sweet feeling was not bad at all. The corners of his mouth curled up in an inexplicable way: "It's not up to you to say whether it's worth it or not."
It was the unfairness of fate that made you meet Lan Sichen first. It was he who made you lose your heart, your desire for love and your life. If I was the first person to meet you, I would never let you
It became what it is now.
"You are my priceless world, and I will never give you up."
From beginning to end, the only person who doesn't understand is you.
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Si Lan did not go back to the hotel, but went to the bar and saw Helianze sitting at the bar drinking beer, looking drunk and depressed.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" She sat next to him and said calmly.
Helianze turned his head, looked at her with squinted eyes, and asked, "What have you figured out?"
——Young Master: My eggs were shattered by the blow and rolled all over the floor...