Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

One side is the most important person, and the other side is the task.

Thinking of the reality, Song Le sighed with a headache, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and finally calmed down slowly.

Constantly looking for reasons, or excuses——

Song Le pursed her lips tightly.

……

Seeing that she still didn't look up, the boy's face became more and more ugly.

Finally, he asked gloomily, "What do you want my blood for?"

Song Le heard the words and said in a low voice: "Save those people."

Save everyone who is or will be infected.

The boy was expressionless.people?Is this creature called a human?

He heard that some biological populations are used to living in groups and have a deep dependence on the same kind, so now, is she the same?

Yin's thoughts flashed across his deep black eyes, and after a long time, the young man pinched her jaw, coldly as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth, and said: "If you want my blood, you can. In the future, you It has nothing to do with them."

Just cut off her useless emotions once and for all, and from then on, it all belongs to him.

Song Le didn't expect to hear such a retreat, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the boy.

"Really, really?"

The boy didn't answer, but just glanced at her impatiently.

"Okay!" Song Le was dull for a while, before nodding, with surprise and surprise in his eyes.

Then he was kissed by the big guy who bent down.

There was no place on her body that didn't hurt. Song Le subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but he held the back of her head and restrained her from kissing her forcefully.

After resting for a long time, Song Le slowly climbed out of bed when the pain was not so unbearable, took a shower, dressed tightly and went out to tell the woman about it.

The woman also didn't react, but after understanding that the boy was finally willing to have blood drawn, she let go of her brows that had been frowned for many days and smiled happily.

After calling someone to prepare a needle for drawing blood, the woman suddenly realized that her illness seemed to be cured: "Lele, are you not infected?"

How could it be possible for the infected person to talk to her with clear eyes after so long?

Song Le shook his head, and before she could answer, the woman immediately thought of the real reason, widened her eyes and said, "Can you recover immediately?"

"...Well, it's probably okay in the early stage of infection." Song Le said with some reservations that it was the effect of blood and other things, looking away.

Hearing this, the woman's brain couldn't help getting hot, and there was an uncontrollable shock in her eyes.

"How much is the dosage at one time?" It took a long time to forcefully ask calmly.

Song Le thought about it and reported a conservative number.

The woman thought for a while, and then called someone to order to bring people from all stages of the previous stage for trial, and finally said in a low voice, "Draw blood as soon as possible."

……

In order not to let him reject it, in the blood drawing room, except for needles, disinfection and other things that will be used, only she and the boss are left.

Song Le could still draw blood at the most basic level, and she clenched her fist nervously. She walked over and rolled up his sleeves, carefully binding his arms with a rubber tube.

When applying disinfectant alcohol, Song Le noticed that his face was extremely forbearing, and his heart couldn't help but hang up a little more.

There was silence in the room, until the last few tubes of blood were successfully drawn, and the needle was pulled out to press the cotton swab, Song Le breathed a sigh of relief like a dream.

After showing it to the woman, Song Le offered to watch the reaction of the infected person with her, and the woman nodded and agreed after thinking for a few seconds.

Passing through the silent corridor, Song Lesao saw four glass rooms, each with an infected person, the severity increased one by one, and each infected person was bound tightly to death, suffering and miserable appearance, which made people feel chills on the back. .