mtl008 Chapter 638 Mark Cleansing
Chapter 638 Mark Cleansing
His tone was terrifyingly calm. "You go first."
Lin Ci'an stood there, watching Chu Ziyu's straight back gradually disappear into the darkness.
He suddenly realized that this seemingly respectful "Please go first" was actually a more decisive demarcation than any roar.
(Damn...)
(Isn't this exactly what I want?)
(Why now...)
The blue light of the purification matrix suddenly surged.
The floating black snow instantly vaporized, turning into wisps of twisted smoke.
In the steaming mist, he saw Chu Ziyu's back gradually blurred, only the blood-stained silver hair appeared and disappeared in the darkness, like a spark that was about to go out.
The black cat spirit suddenly pounced to the ground, its claws sinking deeply into the metal floor.
It let out a whimpering growl in the direction Chu Ziyu left, and tiny blue electric lights flashed among its exploded hair.
The snow wolf that was supposed to be fighting with it was nowhere to be seen.
The humming of the ventilation duct suddenly turned into a sharp whistle, like some kind of mocking laughter.
Lin Ci'an stood there, looking at the purification matrix he had unfolded - the light was too bright, and it made the surrounding shadows deeper.
At the intersection of light and shadow, Chu Ziyu's bloody footprints were slowly drying up, turning from bright red to dark brown, and finally blending into the filth on the ground.
(Just like between them, they will eventually return to the beginning...)
(Inside the spacecraft's medical bay)
Chu Ziyu leaned against the examination table, his silver-gray uniform loosely half-open, bandages wrapped from his waist to his ribs, and the blood seeping out formed dark red flowers on the snow-white gauze.
The suture needle of the robotic arm shuttled across his pale skin, bringing up tiny blood beads that slid down his skin and formed small pools of blood on the cold metal surface of the examination table.
He tilted his head slightly, his silver hair scattered messily on his shoulders, a few strands soaked with cold sweat, stuck to the permanent bond mark on the side of his neck that had not yet healed.
The light from overhead cast a shadow under his drooping eyelashes, covering his black eyes that were always too calm.
As the metal needle of the robotic arm pierced his flesh again, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.
He drooped his eyelashes and let the mechanical arm sew up his wounds. There was no expression on his pale face, as if the metal needles piercing his flesh had nothing to do with him.
Lin Ci'an stood at the hatch, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cracks on the mental barrier generator - those were the marks left by Chu Ziyu's dried blood.
He stared at the winding bloodstains on the examination table, and his throat seemed to be choked by something.
The dark red liquid was dripping down the metal countertop, and every drop seemed to hit his nerves.
(Even though he was seriously injured...)
(Why do you still look so calm?)
The black cat spirit circled anxiously at Lin Ci'an's feet, the hair on its tail standing on end, and it growled into the void from time to time.
However, the snow wolf that was supposed to be entangled with it was nowhere to be seen.
“Analgesic injection is recommended.”
The cold mechanical voice of the diagnostic instrument rang out, "The victim's pain nerve sensitivity has exceeded the threshold."
Chu Ziyu closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "No need."
Lin Ci'an's jaw tightened. He suddenly strode forward and pressed the pause button on the diagnostic device. "Injection."
Chu Ziyu finally raised her eyes to look at him, her pupils covered with a layer of ice: "I said, no need."
The moment their eyes met, the temperature in the cabin seemed to drop sharply.
Lin Ci'an stared at his pale lips and the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead, then grabbed the analgesic injection gun, and the metal casing deformed in his palm.
When he roughly pulled Chu Ziyu's arm, he found that the man's skin was as cold as ice, but his pulse was frighteningly fast.
“Just bear with it.”
He gritted his teeth as he inserted the needle into his vein, his voice hoarse and unnatural, "Don't die in front of me."
Chu Ziyu felt the cold medicine flowing into his blood vessels and suddenly laughed very softly.
“You know what…”
His voice was as light as a feather, yet it carried the pain of a blunt knife cutting flesh. "The textbooks in the tower say that the guide will catch the fallen sentinel."
He raised his eyes, and Lin Ci'an's distorted reflection was reflected in his black pupils.
Eyelashes cast shadows on the pale face. "But my guide is always waiting for me to fall harder."
The liquid in the syringe gradually ran out, his pupils began to dilate, and his voice became softer and softer.
“The funniest thing is… even so…”
An almost inaudible sigh.
"I still... instinctively want to be close to you."
“But… you look…”
The tone was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "...you hate me so much..."
“I checked…”
His voice was soft, as if he were speaking of an insignificant decision. "Tari's newly developed mark-cleaning technology... has an 87% success rate."