When the blood race wears Omega

I don't know when, Yin Ran suddenly had the idea that he didn't want Jin Xingzhi to know that he was looking for a way back.

But whether Jin Xingzhi knew it or not, he still wanted to go back.

At that time, will he not be willing to stop talking?

In Yin Ran's dictionary, there are always only "do" and "don't do". He handles things neatly and without any hesitation.

But facing this question, he really hesitated.

Outside the door, Jin Xingzhi tapped the door panel back and forth with his fingertips.In his opinion, it was like a cute and pitiful little animal trying to get in.

Yin Ran let go of her hand, closed the cabinet door, and walked towards the door.

He opened the door a crack, and Jin Xingzhi immediately put his hand in to prevent him from closing it: "I was really wrong."

Through the half-open door, Jin Xingzhi clearly saw that Yin Ran had returned to his previous posture, as if he had put on his indestructible emotional armor again, as if there was no trace of embarrassment left over from the previous incident.

Yin Ran didn't want to recall her own embarrassment before, and she didn't plan to settle the matter after the fall.

He raised his eyebrows, opened the door a little wider, grabbed Jin Xingzhi's collar without warning, and pulled him in forcefully.After closing the door and locking it, a dragon came down, and then whispered in Jin Xingzhi's ear: "This kind of apology really doesn't suit you at all."

As she spoke, Yin Ran rubbed Jin Xingzhi's mouth with her lower lip, and forced the tip of her tongue into his mouth between breaths.

Jin Xingzhi held a plastic plate about two palms wide in both hands, which contained various external medicines prepared.

Being pulled by Yin Ran, the medicine in his hands collided with each other, almost rolling to the ground.

It was with great difficulty that he stabilized what was in his hands, and was pushed against the wall by Yin Ran.The back of the spine collided with the wall, and there was a muffled sound.

Jin Xingzhi sighed in his heart, and Ren Yinran kissed him.He secretly lifted the plastic plate to one hand, tilted the plate, and pinched the things that were gathered together at the same corner.

Finally freeing one hand, Jin Xingzhi grabbed Yin Ran's waist and pushed him back while kissing back.

The advantage of strength made Jin Xingzhi quickly take the initiative, and Yin Ran pulled his collar into a mess.

Yin Ran was forced to lean against the corner of the table, and the two stopped temporarily due to the collision.

Jin Xingzhi put the thing in his palm on the table behind Yin Ran, hooked Yin Ran's chin with his fingertips: "So, you like the way of apologizing physically?"

Yin Ran squeezed Jin Xingzhi's finger, brought the fingertip from his chin to his chest, and narrowed his fox eyes: "Apologizing is the most useless behavior in the world. I prefer to get back the same value from the other party." s things."

Amid Jin Xingzhi's chuckle, Yin Ranwu noticed a bulge on his chest.He raised his hand, put his palm on it, and asked curiously, "What's in your arms?"

Jin Xingzhi let go, took out a crystal red bottle from his arms, and handed it to Yin Ran: "Open it, and smell it."

The red bottle body refracts in the dazzling sunlight. It shines on Yin Ran's fingers.

Yin Ran took the bottle, took off the frosted cork, and fanned the escaped air towards the tip of her nose, a strong and aggressive smell of red wine came over her face.He frowned and asked, "Wine?"

Jin Xingzhi shook his head, picked up the medical supplies he had put on the table before, and said, "The imitation pheromone perfume is made from the original Alpha pheromone odor molecule of 'Yin Ran'. The data of the four of us has long been entered. But, it's just that your perfume is not in stock. I ordered it more than a month ago, and it just happened to be delivered during our absence."

"The susceptibility period of 'Yin Ran' is just in the near future. It is impossible to not reveal any pheromones when going out for activities. Although it is still a bit short of the original pheromones, it should not be a problem to cover up in front of fans."

Yin Ran repeated the word "susceptible period" and closed the cap of the perfume again: "It's a bad smell."

Jin Xingzhi smiled.

Although this smell is different from Yin Ran's in terms of intensity and species, it is the same smell in the final analysis, and this is the first time that Jin Xingzhi has heard others evaluate his own smell as "bad".

He pulled Yin Ran up and put him on the bed: "Enough of the trouble, it's time to take the medicine."

Taking the medicine, Jin Xingzhi walked to the bed and found that Yin Ran was still wearing his pants neatly.

"..." Jin Xingzhi twirled the cotton swab in his hand, "Still not taking it off, are you waiting for me to do it?"

Yin Ran obviously didn't listen: "Injuries will always heal, I don't have the habit of taking medicine."

"The medicine must be given." Jin Xingzhi said in a deep voice, not allowing to refuse.

Seeing Jin Xingzhi's extremely serious appearance, Yin Ran knew that he couldn't resist, so he reluctantly complied.

He went to the bathroom to change into a bathrobe so that he could apply the medicine.

Jin Xingzhi fetched a chair, asked Yin Ran to rest his feet on it, squatted halfway in front of him, and began to apply the medicine carefully.

The lines of Yin Ran's legs are smooth and straight, but they don't look slender like ordinary Omegas.Even sitting on the edge of the bed in this posture, she doesn't feel feminine at all.

Yin Ran didn't show mercy to her, and the scars accumulated one after another were shocking, which made Jin Xingzhi afraid to touch her.

Taking a quick look this morning, Jin Xingzhi was just shocked, and thought that most of the scars were surrounded by blood, but now that he took a closer look, he felt that it would be safer to find a professional to deal with it.

But most of the doctors do not act seriously, and this position is inconvenient, Yin Ran will definitely not cooperate well.

Jin Xingzhi thought for a moment, and decided to help Yin Ran clean up the blood stains around the wound first.

While painting, he observed Yin Ran's micro-expression, but Yin Ran seemed to have shrunk back into his shell, making it impossible for anyone to see anything abnormal.

Just as Jin Xingzhi changed the cotton swab and was squatting beside the bed, Yin Ran suddenly grabbed the cotton swab from his hand and slightly opened his collar.

Jin Xingzhi raised his head and looked at Yin Ran without knowing it, and saw that he had applied a layer of light yellow iodophor to the tooth marks on his shoulders with a rough hand.

A slight pain came from the wound, but it injected a little warmth into his heart.

"Stay motionless and stare at me." Yin Ran pulled up his clothes, and shook the blood-stained cotton swab in front of his eyes, "Is it so pretty?"

Jin Xingzhi looked away, silently took back the cotton swab in Yin Ran's hand, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

The cotton swab fell into the trash can softly, but Jin Xingzhi took a deep look at it unconsciously.

After applying the medicine, Yin Ran moved to the head of the bed by herself, and was pushed into the bed by Jin Xingzhi as soon as she sat down firmly.

Jin Xingzhi tucked the corner of the quilt and covered him with the quilt, and then said: "Lie down and rest for a while, I'll call you for lunch, and I'll call you when the meal is over."

Yin Ran didn't say much, just nodded symbolically, and watched Jin Xingzhi leave.

In fact, as soon as Jin Xingzhi returned to the room, Yin Ran got up from the quilt.

He opened the cabinet lightly, removed the clothes covering the lock, and turned the key again.

The key rotation is accompanied by a slight sound, which also brings down fine dust.

The light passed through the metal door from the clothes room that concealed the keyhole, and shone on a book placed inside.

Yin Ran stretched out his hand and put it on the book, an extremely familiar feeling spread from his fingertips, like an electric shock treatment instrument, which gave him pain and at the same time made several voices flash through his mind .

"I hate them, I don't belong here."

"Go away, I don't need it."

"Stay away from me and don't touch me."

That was his own voice, or in other words, it was the voice of the former "Yin Ran".

Yin Ran grabbed the dark brown spine and pulled the book out from the space behind the lock.

Facing the light, he opened the book, and a strong smell of ink came from the pages.

It is not so much a book as it is a diary.

The handwriting of "Yin Ran" was poured on it, and each stroke described his unsatisfactory life.

Yin Ran barely deciphered the words recorded when she lost control of her emotions, but found that every time "Yin Ran" dreamed, he almost dreamed of a person with the same face as him, living in escape and suffering every day.

And those words recorded by "Yin Ran" are all his retrieved memories.

Among them, there is actually a memory that he has no impression of at all.

For example, the description of the forbidden technique that he just remembered.

Due to the prophecy of three generations of disaster stars, his family has always been feared by other families.But none of them knew that the so-called disaster star was actually created.

This nearly lost forbidden technique can remove all the "pickles" that need to be discarded from the individual body, and at the same time gain nearly a hundred times the combat power of the high-level blood race.

Thousands of years ago, their family had created such a monster.

But because the monster lost its mind, it killed wantonly, and wherever it went, only dead things remained.

If the monster hadn't exploded and died in the end, the entire race would probably have been wiped out.

In the next thousand years after the crisis was resolved, this matter was a taboo that the tribe kept silent.

The more you look down, the more intense Yin Ran's headache becomes.

When Yin Ran barely managed to turn to the last page, she only saw one line of words.

The handwriting is elegant and graceful, which is completely consistent with his style of writing.

"I will, it's him."

Seeing this sentence, Yin Ran's pain was instantly pushed to the peak.

The diary fell from his hand, cutting through the heavy air and landing on the cold hard floor.

Yin Ran pressed hard on the skull, and unbearable pain leaked out from his face.

Memories are like countless movie clips, splitting Yin Ran's mind, forcing the chaotic quarrels and illogical conflicts of "Yin Ran" in the past into his mind.

Yin Ran then leaned against the wall, pouring gray wall dust between the nails on the wall.

Several deep and long marks were left on the flat wall, and several bloody wounds were drawn in Yin Ran's heart.

Among those evoked memories, "Yin Ran" is indeed a sick existence.

He hates everyone's approach, and he doesn't fit in with everyone.

And this person who was disgusted, disgusted, hated by everyone, and even confronted Jin Xingzhi for a long time.

It was himself.

It was the part that he cut out from his body and called it "pickled".

It's ridiculous and ridiculous.