Bai Chunian inherited part of Rimbaud's purification ability in his body, but it could only keep the infection agent stuffed in the warhead from spreading in his body.
Rimbaud clamped his tongue with two fingers, let him open his mouth slightly, and bit his fangs on his phalanx, so as not to bite himself too painfully, and put his fingers into the bleeding bullet hole In the middle, the warhead was clipped.
Bai Chunian's whole body was tense and stiff from the pain, and he clenched Rimbaud's knuckles uncontrollably.
"Take it out, it doesn't hurt anymore." Rimbaud's fingers were bitten by his canines and made two holes, blood seeped out and dripped on the tip of his clamped tongue, mixing with the transparent saliva , dripping down the corner of the mouth that cannot be closed.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's over." Rimbaud coaxed softly, but once again his fingertips penetrated into the bleeding bullet hole, and he slightly bent his fingertips to scrape out the infection toxin remaining in the flesh and blood.
The unbearable pain made Bai Chunian shudder, his congested eyeballs were bloodshot, and tears involuntarily seeped out of his lacrimal gland, blurring his vision.
"Okay, clean it up." Lan Bo pulled out his finger for the last time, took out a medical bandage from the equipment backpack, and wrapped it around Bai Chunian a few times to wait for the wound to heal.
"Fuck... it's so powerful, it hurts me to death." Exhausted, Bai Chunian buried his head in the socket of Lan Bo's shoulder, with all his body weight on Lan Bo's body, breathing weakly, slowly recovering his strength.
Lan Bo held him with his left hand to prevent him from falling off the beam, patted him on the back, released soothing pheromone to comfort him, and found that there was still Bai Chunian's blood on the skin of his right hand.
He raised his right hand and held it up to his face. The bright red blood flowed from the fingertips to the palm of his hand, spreading in the fine lines of the snow-white skin.
The blood flowed in the palm lines to form an abstract painting. Rimbaud observed it fascinatedly, and became a little obsessed with it. He stuck out his tongue and licked his fingertips.
The faint brandy pheromone and the smell of blood filled the mouth, and Rimbaud tasted it ecstatically.
Bai Chunian rested his chin on Lan Bo's shoulder and fell asleep for a while. When he woke up in a daze, seeing that Lan Bo hadn't moved, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"
Rimbaud licked off the last blood stain on his fingertips, and replied truthfully: "I'm making love to your soul." His tone carried an aftertaste of excitement.
"...Ah...?" Bai Chunian sat up wearily, yawned lazily, the tip of his canine teeth protruded, and was covered by his thin lips. He squinted at the bullet in Rimbaud's hand. The special bullet was engraved with patterns. Gully, the concentrated infection agent is compressed in these gully,
"What are you still holding on to the broken warhead? Throw it away."
"Don't throw it away. I'll return it to her as it is. If you can't beat it, just draw the gun. If you can't play it." Rimbaud stuffed the bullet into his navel, which at first glance looked like a shiny silver navel nail.
Bai Chunian knows Lan Bo's character of keeping grudges the most. In the past, revenge was reported on the spot, but now it is different. On the surface, the cloud is calm, but there is a fierceness in his eyes.
"Okay, my wife, don't be angry, your brows are twisted into twists." Bai Chunian put his hands on his neck, pulled Lan Bo into his arms and kissed his ears, Lan Bo was very helpful, and his ears became It has long pointed translucent blue fin ears, which slowly turn red again, curled up, and the tip of the fish's tail comfortably curls into a heart shape.
"Get up, go down and take a look first." Bai Chunian moved his waist, the gunshot wound has healed up more than half, and it's no problem to support his body to stand up.
Lan Bo climbed down around the elevator cable, and Bai Chunian jumped horizontally between the horizontal bars to cushion, and climbed down flexibly.
This elevator shaft is very deep vertically, at least one or two hundred meters down to the bottom, the elevator crashed at the bottom, and Rimbaud didn't see anything else until it reached the bottom.
With a flashlight in his mouth, Bai Chunian took a look around after landing, and found that there were some fighting scratches left between the horizontal bars, which looked like silver scissors formed by the transformation of the sacred clockwork.
He lowered his head and looked carefully, and found a small puddle of water on the surface of one of the horizontal bars.
Bai Chunian carefully tore off a piece of medical bandage, and placed it on the pool of transparent liquid.
The bandage was corroded, blackened by carbonization, and burned with a large hole.
It is concentrated sulfuric acid.
"Oops." Bai Chunian slammed the beam hard with regret, "Eris stuffed a bucket of concentrated sulfuric acid in the apron pocket of the puppeteer before. It's their luck not to let them fold here. Death deserves it." Pull them up."
"I saw you gave the rag doll a shot of syntropin."
"It was shot, but he jumped too fast to see the effect yet." Bai Chunian took out the injection gun with only two-thirds of the barrel left and looked at it, "Do you think it's true or not?"
"Give it to me." Rimbaud took the injection gun, pierced it directly into his neck, and pushed half of the red liquid medicine into his body. His purification ability is far stronger than the effect of drugs made by humans, even if it is a tube of powerful poison, it can't do anything to him.
After waiting for a while, Rimbaud looked at him with certainty: "It's not poison anyway."
"It's not poison..." Bai Chunian thought for a while, if it was the potion left by Ai Lian, she would have no reason to leave real synaptic hormone for them, and even six at a time. He sniffed the smell on the needle, and there seemed to be a faint scent of pheromone left on the needle, which was a bit familiar, but too faint to remember.
"If I were Ai Lian, I wanted to watch the fun, why don't I just keep a potion and watch people scramble for it, the best potion is poison, and the person who wins the potion will burp and burp after injection, what a joke Dramatic. There are so many six clubs... Then we reached a consensus on the spot, one person will be divided into three clubs, isn't that more likely?" Bai Chunian was a little puzzled.
Suddenly, Bai Chunian sat up straight suddenly: "Is there a video on the computer? Ai Lian recorded it in advance, and it will start playing automatically after detecting us. That's right...we didn't talk to her at that time."
"She said that the demon envoy didn't come with us...she must have seen the black panther earlier." Bai Chunian sniffed the needle carefully again, and the weak anemone pheromone was captured by his keen sense of smell, and in his memory, he and the panther Scent contrast.
The closest contact he had with the panther was near the breeding base in Red Fox City. The panther came to break up the fight between him and Eris, and used the A3 ability to prevent him from killing Eris.
At that time, they were all drenched in heavy rain, and the dusty smell caused by the rain covered up the panther's pheromone, but thinking about it from memory, the smell on his body was very similar to the smell stained on the injection.
Anemone pheromones.
Bai Chunian weighed the injection in his hand: "Did the black panther leave it for us? He has been here before."
Rimbaud also leaned over to sniff it, and thoughtfully concluded: "Sure enough, Mao Maotou is pleasing."
"If the video is displayed on the computer, then Ai Lian must not be where she is. She is misleading us to go deeper. There must be a trap waiting for us." The exit was guarded by heavy machine guns, and the way we came was blocked by flames. I don't know if it was extinguished, but I can imagine that the temperature must be extremely high. Rimbaud couldn't bear it at all, and it was impossible to go back.
"Bite yourself and go, watch as you go. If it doesn't work, my wife, you'll drown this crappy research institute. Who's afraid of anyone?" Bai Chunian walked forward with a flashlight, stretched his hand behind his back, and opened his palm .
Rimbaud put his hand on it, and Xiaobai immediately held it, as if touching a warm sea anemone.
No matter how many times you have held hands, every time you are held firmly, there will be waves in your heart. The heart of the marine life is connected with Rimbaud's chest, so every hurricane and tsunami that rises on the earth's sea is the heartbeat of God.
"Xiaobai, I..."
Bai Chunian looked back at him: "Huh?"
Rimbaud was dazed by his patiently bent gentle eyes, and after thinking for a long time, he said seriously: "I want to take you on a tour of the territory, all over the world."
Bai Chunian laughed out loud, "That's called traveling around the world, silly wife."
Rimbaud shook his head, feeling that he was not accurate enough.
"I want to introduce you to my old friends, and every nudibranch."