The red rose of the age of elves

Chapter 81 Serious Injury
The bonfire took out a bubble gum, put it in his mouth, his purple eyes blinked, and soon, a bubble was blown out.

"Come back, Great Wang Yan, don't chase after me."

Bonfire said softly.

King Yan Yingzi flew back to the side of the bonfire in a gallant manner, and leaned against the bonfire with an intimate look.

She stared at the black dot that was getting smaller and smaller, and after a while, she looked away.

No matter what, that self-proclaimed little ghost who called himself Red Rose is dead.

The bonfire was blowing bubbles, but it was a pity to die. It was rare to meet a scientist with the same interests as me, and the main specialty was the same elf genetics.

She returned to her seat, thought about what Hong Qiangwei said just now, and tapped on the keyboard with both hands again.

……

puff!
Mo Ran fell on the floor of the room, and there were severe pains all over his body. Even artificial organs could not withstand such a huge blow.

His right hand has been dislocated. If he hadn't used the claws to grab the eaves of a tall building in the end, Mo Ran might have lost his legs because of the high-speed landing.

Onyx Jellyfish, Eevee, Night Watcher and other little elves jumped out of the poke ball, looking at Mo Ran sadly.

At this time, Mo Ran couldn't help coughing up blood and silver liquid.

This scene made the little elves even more sad, and Ibrahimovic cried softly, like a child about to have no home.

"I can't die yet." Mo Ran coughed violently for a while, endured his tiredness, and began to treat the injury.

At this time, only the left arm was able to move. Seeing his difficulty, Ye Xunling and Revenant Shadow Doll took the gauze and began to help bandage it up.

The right leg suffered a serious breakdown, and the left leg was slightly injured.Mo Ran briefly glanced at his body, then gritted his teeth and slammed into the wall beside him.

Boom!
Mo Ran gasped in pain, and then the sound of a man cursing and a woman whimpering sounded from next door.

He was clutching his right arm, sweat dripping down, not even in the mood to scold each other across the air.

After colliding with the wall, his right arm was able to move again, Mo Ran's face became hot and he felt dizzy.

Behind, severely burned.

It stands to reason that with this degree of injury, he should have been admitted to the hospital.

Mo Ran threw himself on the bed, took out two cans of spray from his backpack, handed them to Night Patrol and Resentful Shadow Doll, and motioned them to spray the spray on their backs.

Anyone who saw Mo Ran's back would be horrified. A large area of ​​burns covered his lower back. If he was an ordinary person, he would have gone to see God long ago.

Night Watcher and Resentful Shadow Doll looked at each other and took the spray.

Mo Ran bit his clothes, and the next moment, a suppressed scream sounded.

At night, like the roar of a wounded beast.

The pain he was used to, still couldn't numb him, but faithfully fed back into his brain.

Mo Ran's hand tightly grasped the edge of the bed, so much force that the edge of the bed was slightly deformed.

"Uh... hoo..."

After a quarter of an hour, it seemed as long as a century to Mo Ran, and a slight coolness came from his back.

Seeing that Ibrahimovic was still weeping silently, he couldn't help stroking his hairy head, "It's okay, I have a big life, I can't die no matter what."

"Boy." Ibrahimovic rubbed against Mo Ran's cheek, then licked it again.

At this moment, Mukele leaned forward with concern, and looked at Mo Ran's burns curiously, but was stopped by the two tentacles of the agate jellyfish, saying that Mo Ran needed to rest.

Mo Ran watched a few elves communicating softly in Elvish language, and then glanced at Mukeer, and felt that it was quite right not to bring him this time.

With his weight, it is impossible for Mukel to take him to glide. It is estimated that he was brought to the ground before flapping his wings a few times.

Mo Ran lay on his stomach, took a deep breath, felt that the artificial organ was slowly repaired, and started working again, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When I get hurt, I think of my dad.

Mo Ran blinked her black eyes, there was a trace of longing hidden in them, as deep as the Milky Way.

As an elf researcher and scientist, contact with elves is commonplace, and being bitten and attacked is also a common occurrence.

Even if you wear gloves, you will still bleed if you are bitten.

The road to research is long but interesting. My father taught me everything, and I even went to secretly learn elf anatomy.

Every time he was injured because of studying elves, Dad would sit on the chair beside the bed, look at himself, and hum a little song, which he said was his favorite song in his hometown.

hometown?Where did you come from?Sometimes Mo Ran would ask, but the old man was hesitant to speak with a smile all the time.

Dad sometimes does some strange moves, and also shows a little gentle look to the photos.

Then, when I was waiting for my father with the thick research results full of confidence, I heard the alarm bell.

In a panic, Mo Ran pushed away the researchers in white coats who were running away, and rushed forward, but he still didn't see his father.

"Kirulian...ah."

Talking about his former partner, Mo Ran's black eyes slowly closed, and he breathed evenly.

……

When Mo Ran woke up again, he found that his elves were all leaning against him.Eevee, Agate jellyfish, and Mukle leaned against his cheek, warming his head.

As for the night watchman, the resentful shadow doll, the single scabbard and the candlelight spirit, these four ghost-type elves lay on his back to sleep, making his back as if covered by an ice pack, very cool and very comfortable .

It is rumored that ghost elves will bring misfortune to human beings if they come into contact with human bodies. . .Mo Ran thought silently.

"Um..."

Mo Ran struggled to get up, but found it was very difficult, his hands were limp and he had no strength.

He smiled wryly and swallowed it in his stomach. It was obvious that he was out of strength, and he hadn't recovered after sleeping.

"The first goal was unsuccessful, and the second goal is unknown." Mo Ran muttered.

The spies of the water fleet haven't been removed yet?

This time it wasn't the spies from the Alliance, but the spies from Team Lava. He wondered speechlessly, where did the Plasma Corps get so many spies at that time?
Mr. Qianying should not be, after all, he is the most potential stock under his command, he will not do something to cut off his limbs, Mo Ran thought blankly, the key is that the person who assigns this task knows clearly I know that it's not the squad leader, but the cadre of the lava team who sits in person.

This is the head of the water delivery fleet. No matter if it is the squad leader, squadron leader, or even the captain, it is a dead letter to the cadres of the lava team.

Feeling the sunlight outside the window, Mo Ran sighed, why does the Water Fleet look so hopeless. . .How about jumping to the Rockets in the Kanto region, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

(End of this chapter)