Yang Xiangfeng's body seemed to be chopped into mud with a knife, but he barely saved the entire body in the luxurious "mold" of Yaoshenjia, but even so, his eyes began to glare, even if he lost focus,
But he still captured his remaining will, and he was already dead while smashing it from a high altitude towards the corpse king.
Shaking her head, she didn't have the ability to close his eyes, so she could only lock him in the Yao Shen armor and hold up his body.
"Let's go, the other protagonist is coming soon, so it's unreasonable to stay here."
She said to Chen Bieli, but did not wait for the other party's response. She supported Yang Xiangfeng and walked away. Chen Bieli was silent for a while and left immediately with her.
On the other side, the blood mist that was almost qi-shaped ghost-headed boy burst out rose in his vague existence and was quickly absorbed by the other party. He did not want to pay attention to whether he was alive. For Him,
This is just an ant. A strange and inexplicable shadow group floated out of the blood mist. Everything here was solved. Next, it was that troublesome guy!
At this time, in the sheltered city that had almost become a desert, there were no traces of the Magic Sound Zombies. The area originally occupied by the Magic Sound Zombies was completely replaced with silver-armored corpses. In the distance, the silver trend was like
A tsunami is coming!
The vague presence rushed into the corpse tide. The silver-armored corpse around it seemed to be frozen in an instant, and all of them were frozen in place. The flesh and blood in the body began to shake violently, as if something was about to drill in the body.
Just like it came out, soon, the bodies of a large number of silver-armored corpses were all liquid, and the powerful gravity was pulled towards the vague existence.
Suddenly, He who was advancing at high speed stopped and quickly turned back. The ghost head turned into a place where the blood mist was turned, and a piece of flesh that was lucky enough to survive began to expand, and the perverted self-healing ability remaining in the eighth-level silver armor corpse
It is quickly repairing the damaged body!
"Am I... dead? No... I'm not dead... I'm still alive..."
The consciousness that fell to the bottom was bright and dark. He felt like he was grabbed by someone and pushed into the water hard. He was suddenly pulled out a second before he was about to suffocate and died. Before he had time to suck it
After a breath of air, he was pushed into the water again. He didn't know if it was a feeling of death. It was silent and dark. He couldn't feel the passage of time. After the consciousness re-operated next time, it seemed like he had a stalemate.
If death feels like this, it may be within the scope of acceptance.
A hand stretched out from the wriggling meat ball and gently inserted it into the pile of sand in front of him, which gave him a sense of touch. He tried to stand up in a dark world. After some struggle, he realized that he was
There was only one hand, and when the five fingers were clenched, he grabbed a handful of sand.
He had just woken up and used up his energy because of this action. He quickly let go of his hand and felt weak. His consciousness fell into drowsiness again. He had a dream and woke up from that familiar farmhouse.
When he came, he saw an old woman holding a bowl of brown sugar rice porridge. He remembered it very clearly. When he was a child, he liked to eat brown sugar rice porridge.
"Grandma...it's you..."
"I'm better yet, come on, this is what I bought from the city."
Hearing the old and familiar voice that was no longer familiar, Guitouzi suddenly realized it, and couldn't help but burst into tears. He wanted to hug the person in front of him immediately, but in his dream he could not control himself perfectly.
The body cannot do the movements it wants, and the strength in the whole body seems to be drained.
"Stay good rest first."
"Grandma... OK."
He watched his grandmother walk out of the room, but his heart was filled with happiness. He picked up the bowl of brown sugar rice porridge, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth, feeling the familiar but non-existent smell, and listening to the drizzle outside
The sound of rain was dripping, looking at the misty rain in the distance outside the window, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He remembered this scene. When he was a child, Tianwan followed his friend out to catch crabs, but he fell into the ditch and was cut into a big hole by a stone on his arm. After returning home, he just took a simple treatment and did not take it seriously. But it didn't take it very long.
Because of the inflammation of the wound and a high fever, I fell asleep all the way after I came back from the hospital. When I woke up, my grandmother brought me a bowl of my favorite brown sugar porridge.
At this time, he was not as unaware of cherishing as he was when he was a child. When he returned to the present, he just wanted to feel this beauty carefully and repeatedly.
He took a sip of porridge again, and he looked at the scenery outside in obsessively, slowly put down the bowl of brown sugar porridge in his hand, and began to stretch out his hand, wanting to feel the feeling of the drizzle falling into his hand, but
The second when his hand reached out the window, everything in front of him suddenly came to his mouth. The continuous green mountains, the wine and wild vegetables, and the drizzle hit the roof tiles, making a quiet sound. He was wearing a raincoat and walking on the path of sheep intestines in the distance.
The pedestrian, carrying the wild lotus running around in the rain with a smile on his face, and the child sitting further away on the back of a cow who was being taught a lesson by an adult, all of this disappeared in the moment when he reached out to the window.
No trace!
The darkness in front of him, all the warmth and beauty collapsed in an instant. In the darkness, he felt the passage of time, and the dream was very short, and in a moment, he could not even have time to reminisce.
He opened his eyes, and at this moment he returned to reality, and saw a pair of strange tree roots on the sand in front of him.
"Well……"
He snorted, his voice hoarse, very painful. This pain did not come from the body, but from the soul. He felt that his consciousness was being occupied by a blank space. He could feel the explosive power in his hand, which seemed to destroy the world.
Generally, the rotation of thinking becomes extremely sensitive, but it is very weak, like the flames that keep jumping on the candle, which will be extinguished at any time.
"The Corpse King..."
He murmured two words, and he didn't dare to look up, nor did he have the strength to look up. While he had huge power, his body also became particularly heavy!
I don't know if the other party heard his murmur, but unfortunately the other party did not answer, and he never thought that the other party would answer. He was immersed in the two words just now, and gradually, he was
The temporarily forgotten memories reappeared in my mind.
Brother Shi was dead, Wu Zhixiong was dead, and Lian Yong was dead!
He couldn't forget the laughter and joy of several people praying to a god who could not name them at all. Isn't that ridiculous? But those scenes seemed to be the few times he had been happy in the end of the world.
These things are constantly deepening in his mind, which makes him immediately give up fantasizing and dreaming, and the surging anger surges in his heart!
"Corpsy-King!"
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