Momen Of A Rescue

"Are you from Momen?" Carra asked a little surprised.

"That's right." Baillie smiled and nodded, and said excitedly, "Xena is really good at seeing, let me introduce to you," he pointed to the slender woman in black, "This , um... woman with no manners, is called Quincy, although she is my senior sister in name..."

"Shut up!" Quincy scolded. When Baillie was busy introducing to Carra, she had already come to the bedside. She was watching Lambeau, who had quietly fallen on the bed, sideways. His eyes were tightly closed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, he had obviously lost consciousness, and only the shocking red blush on his chest seemed to be a sign of what he had just suffered.

"He's dead?" Quincy turned around to stop Baillie's chatter, and asked Carra.

"No." Carra put away the golden hairpin that had fallen beside Lambeau, and said indifferently, "It's just that he was hit by the ecstasy I put on the pin edge, and passed out temporarily."