Chapter 23 Little Prisoner (23)
Chapter 23 Little Prisoner (23)
Song Jin opened her eyes wide, and her dizzy head was now a little more sober after being frightened.
As if sensing someone approaching, Fu Ling raised his hands without hesitation, and instantly a ball of inky black gas gathered from his palms.
This ball of black gas seemed to have life, constantly rolling and surging, emitting bursts of creepy aura.
Immediately afterwards, Fu Ling waved his arm, and the black gas rushed straight towards Zhou Yi like an arrow.
In an instant, the four people seemed to be driven by an invisible force and quickly dispersed.
Zhou Yi hugged the young man tightly, took a big step back, and distanced himself from the others.
Then, Zhou Yi let go of Song Jin without hesitation. A dagger flashing with cold light instantly gathered in his hand and flew straight towards Fu Ling!
Almost at the same time, Wang Feng and Chen Si rushed forward without hesitation and joined the fierce battle.
Their figures intertwined with each other, fists and palms crisscrossed, and the scene was extremely chaotic and thrilling.
Song Jin stood there blankly, looking at the four people fighting with an anxious look on his face, his heart filled with worry and uneasiness.
[Is Fu Ling dead? Is he helping Lemon now?] The young man stared at the four people fighting in front of him with wide eyes and anxiously asked the system.
The system didn't immediately answer the boy's question. Instead, it said in a mysterious tone, "See that little room over there? The things inside are what Zhou Yi and the others are looking for."
Hearing this, Song Jin subconsciously looked up and found that there was an inconspicuous little house not far behind Fu Ling.
The cottage is filled with a black aura, which makes people feel eerie, scary and extremely weird.
The young man pursed his lips slightly, glanced cautiously at the four people who were still fighting fiercely, then quietly raised his foot, ready to sneak into the small house to find out what was going on while no one was paying attention.
But who would have thought that just as he took a small step forward, a big hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered his mouth without warning.
Before the boy could react, he felt as if he was being dragged by a powerful force and involuntarily retreated into the darkness.
—Wan La!!! Don't leave and fight!!
—Stop it! Stop hitting me! My baby's been kidnapped!
—Ahhhh, help! !
——No! My baby!!
...
Song Jin was terrified and opened her eyes wide, trying to break free from the big hand.
But no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from that powerful force, and in the end he could only helplessly allow the other party to abduct him.
The four people who were fighting didn't notice anything at all. Instead, the little bat that had been following them, with bloodshot eyes, immediately flew up.
The boy struggled for a while, but his little head was too confused. Suddenly, everything went dark in front of his eyes, and he fainted.
Seeing this, the man quickly reached out to catch the boy who was about to fall to the ground, and carefully and gently held him in his arms.
Then he took big strides and walked hurriedly towards the infirmary.
——
I don't know how long it took, but when Song Jin slowly opened his eyes again, what came into view was the snow-white ceiling above his head.
The boy blinked subconsciously, trying to make his vision clearer.
He just wanted to raise his hand to rub his sore eyelids, but before his small hand touched his eyes, a big hand suddenly appeared and held it tightly.
Then, a gentle and slightly teasing voice came into Song Jin's ears: "Little guy, if you move again, you will have to give you acupuncture again!"
Song Jin looked over when she heard the voice, and saw Ika with silver hair squint his eyes at her.
The young man was slightly stunned. After a pause, he asked softly in a slightly hoarse and dry voice, "Where...is this place?"
At this moment, Song Jin suddenly realized that his throat was extremely uncomfortable. Not only did his voice become hoarse and unpleasant, but even his throat felt dry and uncomfortable as if it had been burned by fire.
"Infirmary, you are sick."
The infirmary was filled with the faint scent of disinfectant. Ika gently rubbed the boy's furry head, a playful smile on his face as he teased, "How could those people be so useless? They didn't even notice you were almost burned to death."
After hearing this, Song Jin realized that she had a fever, so she coughed twice and whispered, "Thank you."
Ika smiled and said, "That's good."
The boy's face was still a little pale at the moment, and his lips were a little dry, like a wilted little kitten, with a pitiful aura all over his body.
Ika walked to the side and poured a cup of warm water. Then he slowly turned back to the bed and carefully helped the boy up. His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of hurting him. He said in an extremely gentle tone, "Come, drink some water. It will make you feel better."
When the boy saw that Ika had no intention of handing him the cup of water, he just obediently took the cup in Ika's hand, tilted his head slightly, and sipped the water in the cup in small sips.
As the clear water flowed into his throat, the boy's slightly dry lips gradually regained some color, but he still looked extremely weak.
After drinking the water, Song Jin felt much better. She glanced at Ika secretly with her beautiful eyes, thinking that it was the other party who kidnapped her.
The boy frowned slightly. What was Ika going to do? Judging from his appearance, it seemed that Lemon had not attacked him.
Just as the boy was thinking, Ika suddenly reached out and picked up the cup the boy had just used. He gently took a sip of the water in the cup, then raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Song Jin with a playful look and slowly said, "Lemon has already issued an order and is searching everywhere for your whereabouts."
After saying this, Ika paused for a moment, then posed another question: "So now, do you think I should hand you over?"
Hearing this, the boy blinked his big, watery eyes a few times, and like a docile and cute little lamb, he looked at Ika obediently and murmured in a voice so low that only he could hear it: "Shouldn't..."
"Um?"
Ika was obviously quite surprised by the boy's answer. He raised his eyebrows with interest and his eyes fell directly on the little guy in front of him.
He asked in a low voice, "Then tell me why it shouldn't be done?"