In other words, my wounds are really recovering, and at an unimaginable speed. Even the wounds that my mother said would take several years to heal have also recovered.

I don't know how I feel about it. It is definitely a good thing to recover the wound at such a critical time. The chance of survival that did not exist in the first place rises again.

Because of this, does it mean that I have misunderstood this human being? If you think about it carefully, she took care of me a lot along the way. She always fetched me water and was always on call. Although there was no meat, she would do it every time.

Telling me stories that I don't understand in a circumstantial way, I don't know what it means, but it should be for my own good.

The life and death of other human beings has nothing to do with me. I want this human being to live.

"You." I patted her head, and then I realized that I had the strength to raise my whole hand.

She obviously also noticed that I had recovered a lot, and then she deliberately showed a look of surprise, "In less than an hour, I already have the strength to raise my hand. Well, it's no use."

I could hear her tone, and nodded helplessly, letting her feel proud. Just when I was about to speak and warn her not to enter the sandy area, my heart suddenly shrank, as if it was about to be torn apart. This kind of pain was extreme.

, I couldn't bear it and finally fell down.

"Don't come in..."
Chapter completed!