Prison of Black Wounds

At the moment of the neck, he pushed the dagger forward again without hesitation, piercing the heart, and the high priest's body was shocked and fell backwards. At the moment he fell to the ground, he quickly reached out and grabbed Ran's hand holding the dagger, and pinched it hard. With a click, the wrist immediately lost strength.

Ran laying on top of him gasping for breath, the strength he had accumulated just now was exhausted, and the moment he and the High Priest both fell to the ground, the man suddenly raised his head, sharp teeth biting the skin on the side of his neck And blood vessels, the consciousness is hazy for an instant.

And at the moment when the two of them fell to the ground, they realized that something was wrong, Naser immediately picked up the long knife on the ground and stepped forward, but everything happened too fast, the crazy man suddenly jumped up from the ground with Ran in his arms. It was full of blood, with a ferocious and terrifying face, like a ghost, and Ran was held in his hands by the neck like a prey that had just been devoured, and despair hit Naser.

"Don't move, or I'll kill him!"

Naser was immediately fixed in place. He was not sure about Ran's situation, and he didn't dare to take risks or bet.

"Cut off the right hand, I let him go!" The high priest panted heavily, and hit the ground with waves of blood gushing out of his mouth.

Naser looked at him, raised the long knife and slashed at his right arm without hesitation, but stopped at the moment when the blade was about to touch the skin, and a black shadow appeared behind him like a ghost. Naser would never be so easily restrained in the acupoints, but now Naser has already lost his composure.

He stared wide-eyed at the other black shadows rushing out from all around to attack the High Priest, and the High Priest, who realized that the danger was approaching, didn't hesitate any more, gathering his spiritual power with the idea of ​​a funeral even if he died Stabbing towards the burning abdomen with the straightened hand...

"Gu..."

The fingertips cut through the skin, but failed to make a further point. A silver dart was stuck in his throat. The high priest covered the fatal wound with his eyes wide open. The person in his hand had been taken away, and his vision gradually blurred. He tried his best to stretch out his hand, his wide open mouth could only make grunts, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

The moment the acupoints were unlocked, Naser immediately hugged his lost and recovered lover tightly in his arms, but no matter how much he called, his body was still as cold as ice, and the blood was still flowing, but there was no life. , even the heartbeat stopped.

"Ran...you wake up, we met so hard, how can you bear to leave me again? Ah?" Naser hugged Ran tightly, and kept kissing his pale face deeply, but the tenderness in his arms The body is still limp and unresponsive, and the internal force input from the heart is like falling into a bottomless abyss without causing any ripples.

My heart felt as if someone had stabbed it with a knife, it hurt so bad...

"Yes, yes, go to Long Yan quickly, find Long Yan quickly!!" Naser stared nervously at the hidden guard standing beside him, and immediately overflowed with hope when his eyes fell on the curser, "You Come here, transfer all his injuries to me, hurry up!"

The curse master looked at him sadly: "Your Majesty, two people who have been cursed can no longer be connected."

"Then...use him..." He looked at the hidden guard next to him, but immediately widened his eyes in shock, "No... Ran will be angry..."

Hot tears overflowed his eyes, but he didn't know it, he just hugged the person in his arms who was gradually losing vitality, and the hand on his chest kept inputting internal force, even for a second, he wanted him to live.

Ten years of anticipation, ten years of longing, finally meeting but unable to recognize each other, finally falling in love but leaving again quietly?

Why does this person never say a single word?

And why can't I always see his pain and loneliness?It was like this ten years ago, and it will still be like this ten years later. It has deeply hurt him, and now even the chance to make up for it will be lost...

So cruel, so cruel!

26

Whether it is holding Ran's body that is gradually losing its vitality at this moment, or the joy of regaining it after losing it, it is unforgettable to Naser, and it is estimated that he will not be able to let him go easily in this life.

At least for a long time in the future, Naser couldn't bear to get rid of this terrible nightmare, and he could only regain his senses when he hugged his emaciated body tightly and heard a steady heartbeat.

Of course, before that, he also hated the heavens, and even questioned whether the gods who looked down on human beings really existed.

"Give me back! Give him back to me!! Bastard!! Did you hear that?! I don't care about the master of mankind, whoever wants to do it!"

boom -

The thunder fell with the lightning, as if all living beings felt Naser's grief and anger, the howling wind stopped abruptly, and the surroundings suddenly fell into silence, only Naser's crazy roar and low cry remained, and no one dared to step forward. It is even more unbelievable that this hero king who has never shed blood but not tears is crying at this time.

Without his arrogance and brilliance, he is just an ordinary person, and he is so weak and powerless in the face of death.

Time passed, and the candles were lit again in the house, and the high priest in the corner had already died with a distorted smile.

However, Naser, who was constantly inputting internal energy into Ran, became weaker and weaker. His face was pale and almost transparent, but no one stepped forward to stop him. Even the dark guard who had been wiped out of his emotions felt his grief at the moment, and they all looked at each other in dismay. What to do.

When Naser almost lost consciousness again, the hidden guard standing silently beside him finally made up his mind to bring him back first and raised his hand. Unexpectedly, Naser turned his head slightly as if sensing it, his bloodshot eyes were full of With a strong murderous aura, he instinctively backed away in shock, and bowed down respectfully: "This subordinate surpasses."

"Do you still know about Chao Yue?" Nasser's cold voice sounded, "Who told you to act without permission just now? Do you think Chu Man is the master?"

"No!" The hidden guards immediately knelt down in fear, and several hidden guards hidden in the darkness were also frightened, and they didn't even dare to breathe. Talent is Chu Man's master, even if he is ordered to kill himself at this moment, he can't resist half of it.

"Who moved the hand just now?"

A slender black figure jumped out of the darkness, knelt down in front of Nassar, "Return to Your Majesty, this is your subordinate."

"Codename."

"Dove."

"Go back."

"Yes."

Just like when he came, he disappeared into the darkness in an instant, and only the leader of the hidden guards was still standing respectfully and kneeling upright.

Naser hugged Ran's body and fell into silence again. His internal energy continued to enter the opponent's body, as if he would wake up as soon as his body warmed up, and repeated useless things stubbornly. His burning is still in a deep sleep.

Nasser suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart throbbing as if being crushed, how could he not understand what everyone else knew?I just don't want to admit it, I can't face it.

"Ran...you are afraid of loneliness, right? How about...we will bury you together, what do you think?"

"His Majesty!"

"Hehe... Aren't you very sincere?" Nasser raised his eyebrows and glanced at everyone, "If that's the case, so what if you go to hell with me?"

The curse master protected his little apprentice and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, please calm down!"

"Calm? I'm calm, aren't I?" Naser's eyes showed a cruel smile, sweeping across everyone's faces one by one.

"Your Majesty..." The dark guard's words were choked in his throat, his body flashed to Naser's right like lightning, barely grasping a pale hand that was about to reach out to Naser, his eyes flashed fiercely.

Naser only felt dizzy for a while, turned his eyes to the side, and couldn't help saying in surprise: "She's still alive?!" He looked at the curser suspiciously, and then winked at the dark guard, "Is he the king of the Black God Race?"

The sorcerer nodded yes.

The girl tried her best to open her eyes wide, half-lifted her body in a useless effort, her pale and chapped lips trembled slightly: "Live..."

"What is she saying?"

Naser leaned over, his eyes widened, and he said to the curser, "Come here, she said you can save the fire!"

The curse master was also shocked when he heard the words, but he ran over immediately, helped the girl feel the pulse, and said: "Although the spell just stopped halfway, it still had some effect, and the burning blood also made her regain consciousness. But... Even so, she won't survive seven days, because her internal organs have all shrunk."

Naser's eyes fell on the girl's abdomen. Although the deep depression could be clearly seen through the thin single clothes, it was probably due to the long-term coma and lack of care that caused the viscera to shrink and deform. The sucking of fresh blood caused her body to suffer from poor blood supply, so she was already weak. If it wasn't for the burning cord blood, she would have died unconsciously.

"Cough...uh cough cough..." the girl curled up in the teacher's arms and coughed painfully, her breath seemed to stop at any moment, she calmed down for a long time, and said weakly, "Our family...has...cough... Special abilities...can...be able to accept...others...injuries...ahem..."

Naser looked at the curse master: "This..."

The curse master shook his head and said: "I have heard of human beings with this physique. Thousands of years ago, someone tried to occupy their own possessions and caused a war. The two major ethnic groups at that time perished because of this, and this race also disappeared in the war. Thinking that their bloodline still exists in the Black God Clan."

The girl nodded weakly: "My ancestors...were...saved...by the...God King...but our blood is no longer...pure...so...not everyone...inherited... ...This...cough...I'm going to die...I want...to help you...please remember...remember me..." Tears overflowed the girl's eyes, "My...name is not...God King ..."

Nassar moved her hand and said softly, "Tell me your name.