Ye Jia saw the young man prick the fine needle in and take it out, repeating this three or four times, Feng Feng didn't seem to feel any pain, and the whole person was like a walking corpse. Finally, the needle was inserted, and then, Ye Jia saw the young man and inserted one end into the root of the pot of black flowers-

He was stunned at first, but soon understood: they actually used Xiaofeng to "transfuse" a pot of flowers.

Ye Jia's eyes were almost on fire, and a huge fear, hatred, anger, and other emotions that he had never felt before all brewed into his chest, almost exploding. The hatred for that mysterious black hand has almost overwhelmed everything-

No matter who it is, such an extermination of the conscience will make him pay!

His legs couldn't control the impulse, and he was about to rush forward, but he couldn't hold back.

For ten minutes, as if 10,000 years were long, he lay on the ground, his chest already wet with the dew on the grass, the clouds above his head were so gloomy, and a large patch of land was running and piling up in the sky so quickly that it seemed to crush this side of the sky.

Finally, the young man put away the special set of "needles", and it seemed that the "blood transfusion" had temporarily ended. Silently, he took the needle and pushed Feng Feng forward for some distance, pushing her under a huge ancient pine. Judging from his movements, this seems to be Feng Feng's habit.

The young man was just about to turn around, when he suddenly felt that his ankle was stung by something, his body was weak, and before he could react, he was dragged by Ye Jia into the grass behind him, and then, very quickly, he took off the young man's clothes and was even more pleasantly surprised to find that this young man was short-sighted and wore a pair of big glasses.

Ye Jia took the set of needles from his hand and put them in his pocket, and then took his eyes and put them on, which was a slightly darker glasses, with a gold wire shelf, and it could be seen that the material conditions of this young man should be good. Ye Jia kicked him inside. He used a strong anesthetic, and the young man had to lie down for at least two days before he could wake up.

He was slightly taller than that person, but he bent down slightly, and he didn't look unusual, and then, he stood up casually and walked in front of Feng Feng in a few steps.

Feng Feng sat alone under the ancient pine, opposite the ancient pine, is a large cluster of jasmine, very luxuriant, the vegetation here is very strangely spaced, between the towering ancient trees, there are many flowers and plants, some ordinary and some are very rare, as if they are planted according to some principle of mutual restraint, otherwise, under normal circumstances, such planting will not survive.

Feng Feng's gaze did not fall on the flower, he only closed it, not moving, it seemed that he was dead.

Ye Jia changed the position of the simple "stretcher" she was sitting on slightly, which happened to be blocked by the ancient pine, and from the front, she could only be seen, but no one else could be seen.

She didn't seem to feel anything when he did this, her eyes were closed, her face was no longer pale, but a dead ash, and her long eyelashes were listlessly closed on her eyes, without any life.

No, it wasn't like that before.

Before, no matter how long they had been apart, as long as he was close, she sensed - it was a tacit understanding between the two for a long time.

But now, she doesn't feel anything.

There seemed to be a knife cutting sharply in her heart, Ye Jia squatted down, gently touched her face, and said anxiously: "Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng......"