Before the wind and snow stopped, Ye Yuan returned to their rental house. She had already added several bags of big and small size in her hands, not only food, but also a lot of medicines.

In fact, the money she and Rongshu had been using almost the same amount of money as a few days ago. They only rely on two fake credit cards that have not been stopped yet. Her personality was already a bit arrogant. If it weren't for Yu Qingqing at home, she would never have imagined that she would have taken the money from Liu Hongjun.

It was not that she had experienced hard days before, and she could survive. However, no matter which hospital Rongshu was in, no matter what kind of good medicine he used, she could not achieve any effect - because it was a genetic problem. But no matter what, when she saw the little girl chewing the pizza in her mouth with joy, she still felt a little warm in her heart.

Everyone knows that Fei Lengcui's boss Ye Yuan is a tough character. However, no matter how cruel the character is, she is a human being. Every time she sees this little girl, she thinks of herself. She promised her father that Qingqing would have a comfortable and peaceful environment, but this is the case now.

However, she also knew that these experiences during these days would become the most precious wealth in Yu Qingqing's life in the future.

So what if you are desperate? I ran out of there before, but I was still desperate. As long as I survived, just wait...

She is still Ye Yuan.

So she touched Qingqing's head, walked into the room of Rongshu, and sat by the bed and looked at him quietly.

Rongshu was still confused and only occasionally whispered a few whispers from his mouth. The skin on his cheeks became dry, like a dough cake that had been left in the air for too long, and it would crack when touched.

Ye Yuan pulled the quilt for him, remained silent for a long time, and said softly: "Tree, you have been with me for more than five years."

"We have experienced the strong winds and waves, and we have all been able to hold on. This time, do you think we can do it?"

"Jin Laowu sold me. But I did him today. If someone wants to emerge... I have to think about it. You can give me some advice on these things before, but now you are free."

She thought about it and smiled again: "I brought Qingqing with me before, but you are not happy. Qingqing has taken care of you these days. Is my vision right?"

But Rongshu couldn't answer her. He could only lie straight on the bed, gasping weakly.

Ye Yuan stopped talking. She looked at him in a daze for a while, then suddenly bent down and leaned into his ear.

"Sister knows what you think. I always know. I promise you if you can get better this time..."

At this point, Rongshu suddenly opened his eyes. It seemed as if he was awakened from a nightmare, or it was a conditioned reflex of his muscles. His blood-covered eyes were glaring round, and the extremely dry skin at the corners of his eyes made a "pop" sound, cracking. Then a stream of blood flowed along his cheeks, like a winding red snake.

Ye Yuan held him down, and then he felt the body on the bed start to tremble desperately, his muscles tense like old rotten wood, his skin peeled off, and the red and yellow pus almost soaked the quilt.

She gritted her teeth tightly and stopped herself from shouting.

Because she knew that the process had begun.

She had witnessed the last moment when the gene of a B-level ability person collapsed. It would be a long and extremely painful process, and it might even last for several days. After a few days, it would either become a level Ⅱ, or become an incomplete corpse. What she hesitated now was whether to watch Rong Shu endure such a long process, or to end him with her own hands?

Which one-tenth probability, and what kind of suffering that exceeds the limits of human beings, should she choose?

However, Rongshu on the bed seemed to have consciousness--at the last moment, he briefly woke up, turned his gaze to Ye Yuan, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Sister Yuan...kill me."

Ye Yuan's gaze suddenly blurred. She felt her voice tremble a little, and her throat seemed to be mixed with sand and gravel, and even her mouth seemed extremely difficult: "...Tree, if you bear to look at it, maybe you will just hold on?!"

But both of them knew what each other was thinking.

Of course Ye Yuan knew that Rongshu wanted to die, not because he was afraid of pain or torture for those few days. Because sooner or later, maybe after those few days, he would become level Ⅱ. Although it is one-tenth of the probability, it is not impossible.

The reason he said this was because he didn't want to drag him down anymore. According to his current situation, even if he became a level 2 in a few days, he would have to rest and recuperate for a long time. At that time, although he had no worries about his life, his situation would not be much better than now.

Because they are hiding in the east and are in a difficult situation. If they stay in one place for too long, they will sooner or later find clues by the people from the Secret Service.

But because of this, how could she do it?

It would be fine if Rongshu couldn't bear the pain and torture, but she knew that he could stuff his intestines back into the wound and then perform numb-free suture surgery on himself without changing his face!

How can you give up that one-tenth chance?

Therefore, she pressed the man who was trembling on the bed tightly, bent and stretched out the fingers of her right hand, and could not make up her mind and completely cut off his consciousness.

It took ten minutes like this.

Rongshu also whispered for ten minutes. In the end, he even used all his strength to curse before he fell into a coma-"Do you stupid woman think no one will collect my body?!"

Ye Yuan finally gritted her teeth and raised her right hand.

However, at this moment, she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Dongdongdongdongdong". The sound is not too loud and can be transmitted into the bedroom. She suddenly turned around and wiped away the tears quickly, making her vision clear again.

Two seconds later, the knock on the door sounded again - "Dongdongdongdong".

She glanced at Rongshu, who had lost consciousness on the bed, and flashed out of the door. Yu Qingqing had already stood up from the sofa, widened her eyes and looked at the door, then looked at Ye Yuan, then turned around and ran into Rongshu's room, closing the door.

...Who is it?

In order to avoid suspicion from the owner, the rent was paid for three months - although they usually only stayed for one week before changing their residences. The neighbors around were even more unfamiliar with them, and they had never seen anyone come to sell them these days. How could someone come today?

She walked gently to the door and looked out from the mirror.

There was a man wearing a coat outside. He seemed to find that the light in the door mirror had dimmed, so he took a few steps back so that Ye Yuan could see his appearance clearly.

He was tall and tightly wrapped. The hat behind the coat was buckled on his head, and he wore a pair of big sunglasses, which only exposed his towering nose and thin lips. Although the light in the corridor was dim, Ye Yuan could still tell that this was a white man.

White immigrants are not uncommon in the empire. There were three in Fei Lengcui in the past. One of them has lived in China for four generations and can't even speak their own mother tongue.

However, at this time...

She hesitated, calmed down and asked loudly, "Who?"

The person outside the door smiled: "Ms. Ye is here?"

These five words were like lightning tearing the night sky, causing Ye Yuan's pupils to shrink slightly, and he instinctively took two steps back, and the surging energy in his body was ready to go. "Ms. Ye"? The person who came knows his identity! And she had never disclosed this address to anyone!

She frowned, put her right hand on the iron door, and asked slowly, "Who are you?"

If something happens next moment, she will instantly turn the iron door in front of her into hot iron and splash it out.

But the other party's answer made her stunned- "You can treat me as a doctor. I'll give you medicine-Anyuan."

Things have gone beyond her expectations.

Who is this?

After two seconds, she spoke again: "Who asked you to come?"

In fact, what she is concerned about at the moment is no longer about questions like "who is he" or "who sent him." What she really wants to know is whether he really has Anyuan!

If he really had that kind of potion, even if he was bait from the Secret Service, Ye Yuan would have planned to swallow him in one bite - save Rongshu first, and then find a way to get out.

The other party's voice was still calm: "You can rest assured. I am your friend. My name is Nelia Eriksson."

The name sounds familiar, and she couldn't remember where she had heard it. However, through these few conversations, she could already confirm that the other party was not from the Secret Service Office.

First of all, he should not be an immigrant. Because immigrants will take a Chinese name. Moreover, although his Chinese language is fluent, he still has some American Chinese accent and a slightly heavier nasal sound. This shows that the other party is not a Chinese, but an outsider.

At this time, outsiders who would have contact with her... the first thing she thought of was those Americans.

It is because of them that I have fallen to such a point. However, how does this person know where he is hiding? If even those Americans can find him, then what about the Secret Service? What is wrong with it? When I came back, I had clearly confirmed that there was no follower!

She thought about it for a while and finally said in a deep voice: "Show me the medicine."

The other party took out a tube of injection from his pocket and shook it in front of the door mirror. Then he shrugged: "Miss Ye, are you really going to ask me to stand outside the door and talk? Although I am sure no one follows me, if one or two policemen happened to come at this time..."

Ye Yuan opened the door. However, he only opened a slit and poked out a hand: "If you are sincere, give me the medicine first. Don't act rashly - I can cook you in one second."

The man named Nelia actually put the injection on Ye Yuan's palm, and his little finger still scratched her palm restlessly: "I know your incredible superpowers - in fact, in my opinion, that's closer to psychic energy."

The other party kept making hints to him - the situation was in their control. But at this moment, Ye Yuan was thinking about that injection, and she couldn't care about that for the time being. She retracted her hand and put the tip of the needle in front of her nose and sniffed it.

A fragrance of green grass. This is indeed Anyuan.

However... this injection is only half the size of a conventional injection, and the dose is obviously insufficient.

She looked at the closed bedroom door, then glanced into the corridor through the gap, took a slight step back, and whispered: "Please come in."

Nelia opened the door without hesitation and walked in. She raised her hands and turned around in place: "Look, I don't bring any weapons."

But Ye Yuan did not relax his vigilance because of his kindness. She stared at the other party's eyes quietly and shook the injection: "Only half. This kind of petty style - are you from the Gate of Truth?"
Chapter completed!