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Dink hurried to help Claire to rest aside, two obvious traces of bruising appeared on his neck, looking particularly terrifying.

The intention to kill is getting stronger.

"What's the matter?" Mo Ye asked in a deep voice, his eyes were still in eleven, but asked Claire.

Claire, who had just wandered back from the edge of death, couldn't wake up from the shock for a while, and it took a while to get back to reason, and briefly told the matter again, Dink and the bodyguards who followed followed were shocked.

There was a panic in Claire's tone, and he even hinted that he should go quickly and don't stay here, otherwise he will die and let Mo Ye escape, how powerful his opponent is.

They can't imagine it.

Perhaps, it was just Dr. Claire exaggerating that the experts were already helpless, they could solve them, and they all had such a fluke mentality.

If Mo Ye couldn't bear her, then, who of them had the opportunity to escape from here today?

Wouldn’t it be all here to die.

They are lucky, and one of the reasons is that Eleven looks like a dying person, with a thin body and a terrible face, she looks weak and can't help the wind, too long without sunlight, imprisoned, let her give to others The feeling of being very pale, coupled with a wound from a self-abuse, does not make people feel terrible, but makes people feel that she is very pitiful.

Mo Ye listened to Claire's words, his face was a little shocked and puzzled, he looked at Eleven, his eyes were deep, obscure and complicated, he could not tell what it was like in his heart at the moment...

It seemed to tighten the heart, and seemed to be relieved.

Last night, he didn't sleep all night.

Claire said that her life could not be saved. He stayed there for a while, and he did not respond for a long time. He kept repeating it in his mind. Eleven is about to die. He was in a panic at that time. He even hated his helplessness a little, and he couldn't keep both.

He mastered the entire Mafia, and gradually invaded the major international gangs, but could not save the two women. The poison on Meng Lianling had troubled him for many years. Eleven gave him hope but sacrificed her.

His contradictions are no less than anyone's. He even moved last night. It would be better to just forget about it.

How long Meng Lianling can live, then let it go.

However, when he looked at her smiley face, when she said quietly that she hoped to be with him all his life, he was shaken again. In the past few years, hurting her, pampering her, and understanding the poison has become the most important thing in his life. Part of it can be proportionate to his career.

During this time, he did almost nothing, passively allowing the first terrorist organization to suppress the Mafia, and it was painless for him. He put all his focus down and wanted to detoxify Meng Lianling wholeheartedly.

This is his most important thing at the moment, more important than the Mafia.

How could he give up after working so hard for so long? How can I give up?

Habit is a terrible thing. If he decides quietly by himself, maybe it is really the case, but the living Meng Lianling is beside him, and he does everything for her habitually.

The shaking heart was firm again.

But he couldn't sleep all night, staying on the balcony and smoking until dawn.

The woman in the dungeon is always touched by her mind.

Perhaps this was the last time he heard her news. When Claire said, he was mentally prepared, so when the phone rang, he thought he would hear her death.

He never thought that what he heard was that Claire said that the eleven broke the glass house and the situation was critical, so he hurried up the mountain.

In that second, he didn't want to admit it but also admit it. He was relieved that she was not dead.

But soon, the cold soaked his heart, and he also felt something was wrong. Now looking at the eyes of Eleven Bloodthirsty, he knows that he has always been in the palm of his hand and is out of control.

Human calculations, no matter how precise and meticulous, can't beat the imagination. Who would have thought that the virus would combine with the body of Eleven and cause mutations.

Is she still human?

Mo Ye was thinking, in this case, the first thing that comes to mind is the robot.

"Do you want to kill me?" Mo Ye asked calmly.

"Nonsense!" The eleventh five fingers suddenly dragged in, moved with his feet, and at the same time, the figure had rushed in front of Mo Bo, and punched his head against Mo Bo...

She hates!

Her speed is extremely fast, and the reaction of the boss of Mo is also very fast. Unlike the experts who have no power, they can flash her attack, eleven sneer, and continue to punch with backhand, attacking Mo like crazy. Boss.

Mo Bo's skill is top-notch, but he can only withstand more than eleven dozen strokes, and among these more than ten strokes, he did not avoid them all. Two punches were hit on his chest, eleven punches were heavy It was so scary that he almost thought that the breast bone would be broken by her.

Fortunately, he has enough experience to be able to slow down his own strength so that he will not be hit internally, but he already knows...

Eleven is really not a person in the sense.

No matter how fast or hard a person is, no matter how fierce, there is a peak and a top. He and Mo Ju are a special case. They are top-notch, and there has been no progress.

The past eleven and Ye Wei also.

They will lose to them, not to lose the trick, mostly to the difference between the natural strength of men and women, dexterity alone is not enough.

Today, Eleven is at least five times higher than the original.

He punched so fast that he could hardly see clearly.

Eleven hate extremely, not merciless at the shot, fast and accurate, hit Mo Lao Dalian back, even punched **** his chest. Mo Ye couldn't bear it for a while, and backed off again and again.

Suddenly hit the wall, because of too much force, a spit of blood.

Ding shocked, how many years later, he saw Mo boss for the second time, the bodyguards behind him drew their guns, aiming at eleven.

Their movements are very neat and standard, and they have opened insurance, as long as the boss Bo ordered, they can immediately shoot and beat eleven into a horse honeycomb. Eleven lip corners made a cold smile.

Like taunting, like contempt...

It's impossible to live forever, arrogant and trembling.

Mo Bo wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. The last time he was injured was his carelessness. This time it was him... losing to his opponent.

His pupils also passed a bit of bloodthirsty.

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