MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 187

The sound of densely growing and entangled vines covered everything. Bi Lanxing supported Lu Yan, knelt and arched his back slightly, closed his eyes, and clenched Lu Yan's hand while pressing down on the detonator button.

Seizing the opportunity to detonate, with the current thickness of the vines, it may be able to withstand a wave of explosions. Bi Lanxing has already calculated a retreat in his mind. As long as he can withstand a blast, he can also take Lu Yan to the deep reservoir behind the preparation room. .

A malicious and frivolous word suddenly passed by the ears of the two of them: "Killing him is nothing but moving your fingers, you must not fall."

Through the tiny gaps in the vines, Bi Lanxing saw a pair of slender hands, clattering their knuckles, and wearing a sapphire fish-shaped wedding ring on the ring finger.

Bai Chunian was wearing a black combat uniform with a gun belt wrapped around his thigh muscles. He took off his gloves and loosened the Dead Sea Heart Rock collar that was tightened on his neck.

The dense rattan net was cut off by a sharp blade, and Rimbaud held a hydrated steel dagger and dragged the two of them out from under the machete that Gargantel swung high.

Bi Lanxing was barely able to stand up and accompany him, so Lan Bo hugged Lu Yan horizontally, found a safe place to lie down, and bent the fish tail to let Lu Yan pillow.

The air gradually filled with a strong brandy oppressing pheromone, which spread out around Bai Chunian. At the same time, Lan Bo released a white thorn rose to appease the pheromone, like a barrier protecting Bi Lanxing and Lu Yan. Only in this way can they be prevented from being crushed by oppressive pheromone glands, because when Bai Chunian's white lion glands are fully oppressed, there is a certain degree of species suppression and hierarchical suppression on them.

Gargantel slashed the air with one knife, and the heavy blunt knife cut a deep ravine on the ground, and the crack spread six or seven meters.

He also felt the pressure of the brandy on the pheromone, he turned his head towards Bai Chunian dully, and stared at Bai Chunian like an abyss.

Although Gargantel's thinking ability is not strong, he can clearly distinguish who threatens him the most on the field. He immediately locked his target on Bai Chunian, dragged his dull knife, and took a step towards Bai Chunian. , walked steadily, the dull knife dragged on the ground, and the hissing sound made the back molars sore.

Every time Gargantel took a step, the sense of oppression on his body became stronger. His pheromone was the king flower, and the stench like a carrion spread to the surrounding with a strong sense of oppression.

Bai Chunian didn't pay attention to him immediately, but walked to Lan Bo's side first. Lu Yan was leaning on Lan Bo's shoulder, his blood-stained hand grabbed Lan Bo's wrist like a life-saving straw, and the little rabbit was hot all over. , The calf seems to have injured a bone, and it is not dare to touch the ground, and the fragile and fragile appearance is all displayed in front of him.

Rimbaud exceptionally allowed the filthy little thing to **** its own comforting pheromone a little longer.

Bai Chunian squatted down and started to examine his leg bones from the ankle. It seemed that it was just a soft tissue contusion, but when examining the injury on his leg, Lu Yan coughed a few more times and coughed up a few clots of blood.

Bai Chunian frowned, his thumb rubbed the blood scum on Lu Yan's cheek, his hand reached into his combat uniform, and stroked up his ribs one by one.

Lu Yan shrank, and said vaguely cold.

"Tsk." The more he found out about the injury, the more stinky Bai Chunian's face became.

After checking Lu Yan's status, Bai Chunian pulled Bi Lanxing in front of him again, lightly clenched his bandaged wrist, then glanced at the cut on his chest, pressed his fingers lightly on the surrounding bones, and lowered his eyelashes to ask. : "Does it hurt here?"

Bi Lanxing inhaled softly: "A little bit."

"Humph." Bai Chunian snorted coldly, patted his stomach with the back of his hand, and gritted his teeth, "The wings are hard, my vice-captain, I'll fix you later."

"Yes."

Lu Yan grabbed Bai Chunian's trousers with difficulty and tugged gently. Under the relief of Rimbaud's comforting pheromone, his injury was not as painful as before.

Bai Chunian bent down again, put his hands in his pockets and laughed lightly: "Come on, let's listen to Brother Shing, let's vent your anger."

Lu Yan angrily buried his face back on Rimbaud's chest, and muttered: "What are you arrogant about... Forgot to be chased and beaten by a J1-level deteriorating bee experimental subject...? A3-level mature zombie experimental subject... I'll see how you fight."

"Did I make a move that day?"

Lu Yan suddenly recalled the day when he helped the international prison and pastry chef to deteriorate. For a long time, Bai Chunian was completely in command of the team and basically did not need to use any abilities. They were both members of the alliance, and they knew Bai Chunian. Actually the least.

Gargantel's footsteps finally approached a dangerous distance. His hands burst into blue veins to gather strength for the blunt knife, and his footsteps also changed from slow dragging to fast charging.

Bai Chunian turned around, his fingertips hooked the hidden buckle of the Dead Sea Xinyan collar on his neck, and with a gentle pull, the collar buckle fell off and landed at his feet.

An unprecedented tyrannical momentum rushed out of him, and Rimbaud increased the release of the white thorn rose to appease the pheromone, so that Bi Lanxing and Lu Yan around him were not hurt.

With Lanbo using his breath to block the oppression, Bi Lanxing and Lu Yan could not personally feel the magnitude of the pressure generated by the oppressive pheromone from Bai Chunian's body.

After this swift and powerful aura appeared, Gargantel's charge suddenly stopped, holding the handle of the blunt knife in both hands, staring at Bai Chunian with two pitch-black eyeballs.

Bai Chunian put his pockets in his pockets and slowly greeted Gargantel.

He took a step forward, and Gargantel took a step back.

The habit of the lion group is due to the habit of the lion group. Usually the leader of the lion group is leisurely and lazy, neither hunting nor doing things, but once an invader invades the territory or bites the cubs and lionesses in the lion group, he will immediately anger him. , For lions, this kind of face-slapping behavior cannot be tolerated.

Lan Bo has been paying attention to Bai Chunian's emotions. Although Bai Chunian is as gentle as usual on the surface, he is actually in a state of anger.

Young and vigorous beast alphas, especially lions, are very easy to kill red eyes, and it is impossible to control them firmly.

Rimbaud handed Lu Yan to Lan Xing, the dead sea heart rock collar that fell off the ground melted into flowing black water, and gradually forged a chair with intricate patterns under Rimbaud. Rimbaud watched the battle with his hands on the armrests, his fingertips. lighter.

Dead Sea Heart Rock flows to Bai Chunian's side, rises from under his feet, and forms four thick chains, which are respectively fastened on Bai Chunian's wrist and ankle. Bai Chunian's movement range is restricted by Dead Sea Heart Rock. In a small range, the limbs cannot move significantly.

The Dead Sea Heart Rock was flowing on the ground, and a circle was drawn, with Bai Chunian and Gargantel in the center, the black circle slowly rose, and the airtight Dead Sea Heart Rock expanded into a hemispheric pitch-black cage. , trapped the two in darkness, completely isolated from the outside world.

Until he gradually lost sight of the internal situation, Lu Yan became worried: "Lan Bo... What do you mean by tying him up... Aren't you afraid that Brother Chu will get hurt?"

Rimbaud leaned back on the Dead Sea core rock chair suspended on the surface, looked at the hemispherical barrier calmly, and said indifferently: "If you loosen the chain, ten Gargantels will not be your opponents."

Lu Yan was dumbfounded.

Bi Lanxing opened his mouth and asked softly, "White Lion A3, special operations experimental body No. 9100, code-named God Envoy, mature stage ninth level, right?"

Lu Yan asked worriedly, "Why can't you let go?"

The sound of fighting, their smell, and the blood on their bodies attracted too many zombies jammed into the factory, and the night was filled with roaring, ossified Infectors pouring into every corner of the dark factory.

The tip of Rimbaud's tail was slightly lifted and slammed heavily on the ground. A high-voltage electric current exploded from the ground in a cobweb-like manner. In an instant, all the zombies around the conductive objects were instantly burnt into fly ash, and the stench mixed with the smell of burnt smell. Drifting through the air.

"Let go is goodbye, I can't bear it. It's like a candle, it's gone after it's burnt out, and there's no going back." Rimbaud lowered his eyes, water light flowing in his blue eyes, "Our lifespans are too far apart, he is alive. I have to protect him from time to time."

"I, I want it too." Lu Yan put his arms on Bi Lanxing's shoulders, barely even standing, but he still had to say some rhetoric that didn't match his haggard appearance.

Lan Bo raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing that Lu Yan was so uncomfortable that he lowered his head, and whispered, "What are you looking at, you can't talk about it."

"Huh." Rimbaud laughed.

The two were stunned for a moment. Lan Bo seldom smiled, and most of the time he had a cold face. Unless Bai Chunian was by his side, he would have no tender expression towards anyone.

Lan Bo opened his palm, and a blue-light jellyfish floated in his palm. The jellyfish swam in the air and floated to Lu Yan's ankle. Small tentacles were wrapped around Lu Yan's foot. The jellyfish blended in.

Lu Yan immediately felt much more comfortable in his injured leg, and he no longer had to hang his toes and dare not touch the ground.

"Otherwise, he will take care of you first when he comes out." Lan Bo pinched Lu Yan's fluffy drooping ears, "Little rabbit."

Lu Yan was embarrassed. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Lan Bo or Bi Lanxing. He was pressed for the kiss just now, but he didn't react. I don't even know where to put my hands.

Bi Lanxing raised his hand to support him, Lu Yan shrank his hands again and again, and hid his hands behind his back, his bunny ears covering his face.

Rimbaud held his chin in one hand, watched the two children arguing, and asked, "Do you need a marriage certificate? I'll grab two for you."

Lu Yan didn't want to blurt out a retort: ​​"We're not old yet! They won't issue a certificate."

Bi Lanxing's expression suddenly became a bit exciting. It turns out that the stupid rabbit has really thought about this by himself.

"It's not difficult." The hydrated steel transparent dagger in Rimbaud's palm turned into a pistol and hung it on his index finger. "With this, they will do everything."

Lu Yan was speechless, hiding and unable to escape, so he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Bi Lanxing stood behind Lu Yan, gently placed his chin on Lu Yan's head, covered Lu Yan's rabbit ears with his hands, and smiled lightly, not letting him hear.

No sound could be heard in the space shrouded by the Dead Sea core rock, and the pitch-black hemispherical surface floated vaguely, as if the viscous waves were wrapping the drowning person.

Time passed by, and the zombies that had a weak connection with Gargantel's spirit came in waves one after another, but every time they approached, Rimbaud only needed to raise his fish tail and suppress it with high-voltage electricity.

It is also a gland, and each evolutionary level is a leap in strength. Lu Yan and Bi Lanxing are also the first A3-level experimental subjects to observe the combat status at such a close distance. It can only be said that special operations weapons are worthy of their name.

The calm like the Dead Sea lasted for ten minutes.

"He should be almost out of breath." Rimbaud got up, and the Dead Sea Heart Rock chair under him turned into pitch-black water with his movements, flowing from the ground.

The ink-colored waves on the surface of the hemisphere barrier calmed down, and separated a dark slit in the middle that could not be seen. After Rimbaud entered, some rancid-smelling plasma flowed out of the slit.

Lu Yan couldn't help looking in, but was caught by Bi Lanxing's vines and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

After Rimbaud entered this dark enclosed space, the light blue light on his body illuminated the narrow space, and he was like a floating blue lamp.

Bai Chunian's position has not changed, he is still chained by the Dead Sea Heart Rock, his hands and feet are still standing in the same position as when he came. It's just that his combat uniform was soaked with sweat and blood, his eyes were covered in sapphire blue, and he lost the whites of his eyes. The ears and fangs of the white lion had not been retracted, and a snow-white lion's tail was raised high and swung provocatively. .

Scattered under his feet were some shattered cyan corpses and broken bones.

"Xiao Bai." Lan Bo called him, Bai Chunian's body froze for a moment, his tail slowly drooped down, retracted into his body and disappeared.

Rimbaud approached him only then, took him into his arms, and gently stroked him.

Bai Chunian squatted down with Lanbo obediently, sat on the ground, and put his head against the fossa of Lanbo's neck. Under Lanbo's touch, the lion ears in his hair disappeared, and his pupils shrunk to a normal size. god.

"I know you're still uncomfortable because of pearls, so it's better to vent." Rimbaud wrapped around him and kissed the side of his neck to reassure him: "You're so good, everything will happen in the future."

Bai Chunian's tense body finally softened, he hugged Lan Bo's waist and buried his head in and took a deep breath.

"Don't be like this, it seems that I always seem very ignorant in front of you." Bai Chunian sniffed in a muffled voice, "But I'm sad, why are you so indifferent, do you have a heart? Heart."

"After 270 years of growth, your heart will always be hard. Your heart is still tender, so it hurts easily."

"Because the pearl fell from your body, I care very much. I think I'm very close to the home I want, but I can't catch it no matter how I reach out." Bai Chunian sat on the ground, hands and feet still handcuffed He continued, looking at the ground haggardly, "I burned the cultivation base, and killed the researcher who performed the operation on you, and now new ones have emerged. I can't finish killing them, and I can't finish killing them at all. Why are there so many people... I Get rid of them all."

It was the first time that Rimbaud saw him so disappointed and helpless, which made people want to put all good things in front of him, just begging him not to feel uncomfortable.

"You always stare at what you can't get." Lan Bo put his hand on the back of Bai Chunian's neck, "A few years ago, in the training base, if you wanted to go out, I would send you out, you blame me, and you miss me again. Later, you said, if you like someone, you want to stay. If you don't go back with me, then I will stay with you. Now I am here, and you start looking at the next thing. Everything you want is important, but desire Covetousness and greed are the bad roots of human beings, don’t get infected without knowing it. I’m guarding you, and I thought this was your family.”

Bai Chunian stared at him blankly.

"You have to cherish it." Rimbaud lowered his eyelashes, and the soft light from the scales reflected his gentle profile, "Like I cherish you."

Bai Chunian looked at the lower left unconsciously, what Lan Bo said had gone through his head, and he was adjusting his thinking and silently measuring Lan Bo's words in his mind.

Suddenly, Lan Bo came closer, tilted his head to Bai Chunian's neck, and kissed his skin. He didn't use his teeth to bite, but only made a red mark.

This slight kiss stimulated Bai Chunian. He wanted to pounce on Rimbaud's arms, but the chain suddenly tightened, dragging his hands, and two red marks were pulled out from his wrist.

Lan Bo saw a flash of sadness in Bai Chunian's eyes. From childhood to adulthood, Xiaobai was always treated rudely by all kinds of people, but he still said that he liked it in his ear, and he actually believed him easily. "Like" in the mouth, like to be disciplined, like to be restricted, can only be translated into insincere fear of being abandoned.

Indeed, all other messengers get reinforcements, only he gets restraint and restriction, born in a cage, and can't be free until death.

Lan Bo snapped his fingers lightly, and the chain broke and fell off Bai Chunian's body, then retracted back to his neck and turned back into a collar.

Rimbaud straightened up, and under his control, the **** and cracked bones of Mandi Gargantar were brutally absorbed by the Dead Sea Heart Rock, as if it never existed. He has long been accustomed to cleaning up the mess for the occasionally ruthless little alpha, and even thinks that this is what he should do, just like washing the soiled underwear for a little lover, it is a very satisfying thing for him to conquer.

Bai Chunian sat on the ground, crossed his legs in a different position, relaxed his wrists on his knees, two tiger teeth protruding from the slightly parted thin lips, and looked up at Lan Bo with bright eyes.

Lan Bo raised his hand to cover Bai Chunian's eyes that finally brightened. He bent down and said softly, "Will you use this look to pretend to be an elder in front of them later? Put it away, just show it to me."