MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 224

Rimbaud looked at him, couldn't help but swept away the hair that was blocking his eyes, and gently moved his eyelashes with his knuckles. His half-lying position pressed two wrinkles on the half of his face next to the pillow, which Rimbaud smoothed with his fingertips.

Bai Chunian's eyelashes trembled, he half-opened his eyes drowsily, saw Lan Bo lying beside him, closed his eyes again with confidence, and rubbed his body against Lan Bo, making him turn around and lie on his side, He wrapped his wrist around the omega's waist and hugged him sticky from behind.

Rimbaud turned his back to him, the alpha behind him was naked, his hot chest pressed against his back, his high nose rubbed against the back of his neck, and sniffed close to his shoulders and neck.

"Good morning, wife." The voice was light and lazy, dragging the sticky tail hoarsely.

"It's already afternoon," Rimbaud said.

Bai Chu gave a young sigh and looked back at his watch. The clocks on the wall were precious and elegant, obviously not his taste: "Huh? Who is this, where is this?"

"Dr. Han's house." Lan Bo glanced back at him, "You brought me back from the sea of ​​worms, forget?"

"Oh... No wonder it smells like fried melon seeds." Bai Chunian languidly retracted back to the bed, sniffed with his eyes closed for a long time, and reached into his shorts to play with his baby bored. After a while, He said slowly, "I have an impression."

"Oh, that's right." Bai Chunian woke up suddenly, propped up and let Rimbaud lie flat, lifted his T-shirt, and saw the bandages that had been casually wrapped around his chest, his brows furrowed, "Is this okay? Does it still hurt?"

"It won't hurt if you don't touch it." Rimbaud also sat up, propped up the bed with one hand, lifted the hem of his clothes with the other, and looked down to see if there was blood oozing out, "It's alright, I fought and killed many times when I was young. It wasn't a serious injury."

"Tsk, you're still young now, and you're not too old in terms of years in a mermaid." Bai Chunian smoothed his hair with his fingers, "Wait a minute, I'll find some pants to wear first."

Rimbaud pointed to the low cabinet: "Doctor Han just had it delivered."

Bai Chunian took a pair of clean underwear and put them on, standing in a daze in front of the full-length mirror.

Rimbaud looked over and laughed.

The **** are printed with a cartoon cat head flower.

"What, why, I offended him?" Bai Chunian had no choice but to put on a pair of black outer shorts and an ordinary black vest, and asked, "Is the ship okay? There are no casualties, right? I have to go back to the search department to see, you go back with me, and let Brother Han wrap you again, you are too tight and I will watch."

"Doctor Han said, you can't go out now, you have to stay here until they get synephrine and completely stabilize your body. Before that, you have to keep injecting the dissociating agent." Ten explained his current situation to Bai Chunian, so it was inevitable to tell him what happened when Dr. Han and the others came to see him in the morning.

After listening, Bai Chunian petrified beside the bed, stunned for half a minute, slowly slipped on the bed, and stuck his head under the pillow.

Lan Bo climbed up and shook him, Bai Chunian twitched and grunted: "If there is an atomic bomb that explodes in front of my face in a minute and I can only say one sentence, I will say don't save me, thank you. ."

"Hey, forget it." Bai Chunian pulled his head out from under the pillow, and uneasy lifted the hem of Rimbaud's clothes, "It's really okay, you untie me and see how the wound is."

Rimbaud took off his shirt, and opened the bandages on his body with a hydrated steel knife, one by one.

"Look."

His back is covered with a flaming lion pattern, which is a permanent mark left by Bai Chunian on his body. Under the lion pattern, there are scars that cannot be removed. The scars are no longer visible.

The bandages fell onto the bed one by one, and even the innermost bandage was not stained with blood. After the last layer of bandages was lifted by Lan Bo, Bai Chunian saw the wound on his chest.

This is a penetrating wound, piercing the sternum from the back, and if it is a human being, even if it is not the injury caused by the deadly weapon like the Dead Sea Heart Rock Knife, it is impossible to escape death, and Rimbaud can still chat and laugh with him.

And his wound is also different from ordinary people's wounds. The edges of the incision are neat and smooth, all the blood stains have been purified, and the surrounding skin is clean and white.

"Hey..." Bai Chunian stretched out his hand in distress, but did not dare to touch him.

"My body is also very interesting, let me show you." Rimbaud put his arms around his neck and made him lower his head to his wound.

From the unhealed wound, Bai Chunian could vaguely see not bright red flesh and blood, but dark blue, surging ocean currents.

"You touch." Lan Bo grabbed Bai Chunian's hand and touched his wound with his fingertips, slowly reaching into the wound.

Bai Chunian's eyes widened: "Don't! You hurt!"

"It doesn't hurt, as long as it's not the Dead Sea Heart Rock, I won't be hurt." Rimbaud grabbed his wrist and said softly, "Close your eyes, you can touch good things."

Bai Chunian had lingering fears, but he closed his eyes obediently. He felt that his hand was gently washed by a cold sea water. Lan Bo's body was not full of flesh and blood, but a more holy and gentle sea.

The cold water flowed through his fingertips, and Bai Chunian felt that he had touched the boundless void, his heart calmed down, and his breathing became steady.

Suddenly, the fingertips seemed to touch a hard, angular object, very cold, much lower than the surrounding temperature, it seemed to be a piece of ore. Bai Chunian stroked along the edge of the ore, touched the upper left, and found that it was missing a corner.

The shape of the gap is the same as the ore inlaid on the fishbone earrings that Bai Chunian was wearing at this time.

"This is my heart and the source of water on the entire planet. I broke off a small piece for you before." Rimbaud leaned close to him and chuckled in his ear, "This is my most precious thing, human beings will Saying 'mission' is an apt word."

Lan Bo took him out of his hand. Bai Chunian looked at his hand in surprise. There was no blood or water on it, but the fine lines on the skin became very light, and the nails grew a lot.

"How about it, it's fun." Rimbaud cut his nails short with chemical steel scissors, "The heart of the living, the source of life, is the opposite of the Dead Sea Heart Rock given to you."

"Good guy, it's amazing..." Bai Chunian compared his two hands in surprise. The hand he just pulled out looked like a newborn's, smooth and white, and the spear calluses and scars on his hand had disappeared.

He brought the medicine box, opened a new bag of bandages, and wrapped Rimbaud around the wound tightly against the skin. He tied a delicate little bow on the side of his waist, and then held Rimbaud between his legs. He crossed his legs around him, resting his chin on his shoulder, rubbing in frustration.

"Why are you still feeling uncomfortable, you said it doesn't hurt." Rimbaud raised his hand and rubbed his face, "I tried very hard to make you happy."

"I don't know. You want to prove that you won't die, but I think you are more vulnerable. You don't look like a creature in reality, and I don't think I came up with it myself. I'm a little afraid of what's going to happen." Bai Chunian He released a soothing pheromone to make his wound heal faster, "I don't need to coax me, I'll see you the happiest when I wake up."

Lan Bo laughed again, turned around and sat on Bai Chunian's crotch, put his hands on his neck, tilted his head and kissed his lips, and the tip of his tongue touched the tips of his teeth: "Obe?"

Bai Chunian's Adam's apple moved.

The doorbell downstairs suddenly rang, and the two of them were interrupted. Bai Chunian remembered that this was Brother Han's house. If he was too presumptuous in his bed, he would definitely be taught a lesson by him again.

Han Xingqian received a message from Lan Bo that Bai Chunian had returned to his humanoid form, so he put down his work, brought medicines and monitoring equipment, and drove over here.

It was still the door that Rimbaud came to open. As soon as the door was opened, a sticky smell of white thorn rose and brandy entangled in it rushed out. Han Xingqian knew what they were doing in his home, he sighed deeply, and said with a headache. : "Is there anything special about my office and home that attracts you?"

Rimbaud was in a good mood, and raised the corners of his lips: "Then what reward do you want?"

"Come on, last time you threw a Han Dynasty cultural relic to my teacher, which scared the old man." Han Xingqian rarely saw him smile, and he couldn't help but sway his eyes by this bright face. extravagance.

He went upstairs with Rimbaud directly and asked by the way, "Is he sleeping now?"

"Wake up. Dry on the balcony."

Lan Bo pushed open the bedroom door. Since the doors and windows of the balcony were wide open, the pheromone smell inside was almost dispersed. Bai Chunian stood by the balcony railing with his back to them, as if he was staring intently at the railing. of two sparrows.

"Xiao Bai." Han Xingqian called him, but Bai Chunian didn't respond.

Lan Bo also noticed the strangeness and walked quickly towards the balcony, but Bai Chunian's left hand had been replaced by the lion's claw. Pierced through, Bai Chunian crouched down, stuffed the half-dead sparrow into it, swallowed it, and licked the blood on the tip of his paw.

Lan Bo was stunned, Bai Chunian turned around abruptly, the corners of his eyes were raised, the center had lost the pupil, and the whole eye was burning with blue ghost fire, very similar to the lionization last night.

Han Xingqian said decisively, "Lan Bo, hold him down!"

He put down the equipment box, rushed up with Lan Bo from both directions of the balcony, dragged Bai Chunian down when he was about to jump on the railing and jumped down, Han Xingqian held his legs, Lan Bo Press on him, fold his hands back, and draw a dead sea heart rock chain from the collar to bind it firmly.

After more than ten minutes of tossing, they managed to control Bai Chunian, who had almost turned into a lion again. Bai Chunian struggled and roared all over the floor, no different from an out-of-control beast.

Han Xingqian wiped off his sweat, let Lanbo hold him, took out a dissociating agent, lifted the cloth on his back, touched a spot along his spine with his fingertips, and quickly stabbed the soft needle into it, The potion was injected into the spine, and the blue ghost fire in Bai Chunian's eyes was extinguished again. The white lion mimicry on his body subsided, and he lay on the ground weakly, his eyes and pupils were scattered, his mouth was slightly open and he gasped for short breaths.

A bloodstain was scratched on Lan Bo's face by his sharp claws, and Han Xingqian also dealt with Lan Bo.

Rimbaud showed no expression, the wound on his face slowly healed, but his eyes darkened. He sat on the ground silently with his hands on his knees, looking at Xiaobai who was lying on the ground with slack eyes and panting, and gently poked his fingertips. He murmured to himself, "He was fine just now."

"This is the period of evil, the precursor to the period of deterioration. Indiscriminate destruction and massacre are their factory settings. Even though Xiaobai has lived among us for four years, his habits have been assimilated by humans, but he still can't resist his instincts. Let him go. Going out will cause large-scale disasters like the immortal undead." Han Xingqian took out the monitoring equipment and took it to Bai Chunian, and drew a few tubes of blood for him.

After the injection of the dissociating agent, Bai Chunian was too weak to move. Rimbaud took him to bed, then used Dead Sea Heart Rock to chain his neck and limbs, and then closed the doors and windows of the balcony tightly.

"I don't plan to take the risk of transferring him. I'll wait for a few senior professors from the Medical Association to come over for consultation. Wait, don't worry." Han Xingqian left the monitoring equipment in the bedroom, tossed for a long time, and went to the pantry Pour a glass of water.

Lan Bo sat opposite him, holding the black tea cup handed over by Han Xingqian, looking out of the window in a trance.

"By the way, I heard that the fishermen rescued by the PBB ship jointly petitioned the Fisheries Association to cast a statue for you and place it in the Marina Square." Han Xingqian wanted Lanbo to relax, took out his mobile phone and browsed the web page. Show him the photo and want him to divert his attention and not get too anxious.

"Look, places are circled, and now the residents of the coastal cities are talking about you, and the news is covering it."

Rimbaud was not interested, he still looked out the window and said lightly: "I don't need anyone to affirm my value, and I'm not as selfless and compassionate as they think. If their lives can change his sobriety, I will sink. They don't even blink. Unfortunately, no one can replace my Xiaobai, I can only watch him move away from me step by step."