Yuan Man didn't know how far she was dragged and ran away, until she stopped panting, only to realize that the person who was dragging her all the way to the ground was the female saint they had met before who singled out a sixth-order monster.
The woman stopped, let go of her hand, and turned around to be alert. After a while, a man with a blue long knife emerged from the woods.
At that time, the man who they thought was a "little white-faced person for adjustment", they had the guts to cut through the swarming monsters with one knife, and single-handedly rushed back and forth in the dense monsters, grabbed Xia Mo, and threw off the pursuers. came back unharmed.
He was holding a girl in his hand, it was Xia Mo who was unconscious.
"The monster was thrown off, and she was hurt a little bit." Ye Peitian said and put the person on the ground.
Yuan Man stretched out her hands and carefully caught her friend who was covered in blood. Her powers had already dried up, so she could only take out the potions and bandages in her backpack and use the most primitive method to treat Xia Mo. Yuan Man smeared blood on her hand, while bandaging, tears and snot flowing down the ground, but she clenched her teeth, and the movement of her hand did not stop for a moment.
The former Yuan Man felt that she could survive in the base with harsh environment, and lived a life of not having enough to eat. She was already a very strong girl. After today, she realized that she was just a weak person protected by the high walls and strong pools of the base.
She was able to live the stable life she thought was difficult by relying on the safe environment created by these warriors who fought to the death with monsters in the wild.
A battle of life and death can quickly transform a simple and ignorant girl.
When her companion who had been protecting her was dying, the weak she quickly became strong.
Yuan Man bent over and lifted up his seriously injured companion, with tears and snot on his face, bowed his head and kept thanking Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian. Then she turned around and opened her slender legs, quickly jumped over the wild grass and barren streets, and flew all the way to Spring City.
Chu Qianxun looked at the distant back, and suddenly realized that the numbness and indifference that he once had was only because of his appearance of weakness.
Weakness in the heart, lack of strength, can only take indifference as a fixed thinking. Only when a person's strength is strong to a certain extent, can there be more choices for the same thing. And this choice is not necessarily as stupid as the world realizes, Madam, and it will not be rewarded. It might also be a happy ending that makes you feel worth it.
The familiar breeze brushed against the skin, and the silent ruins could be seen in the distance. There was a rare tranquility in Chu Qianxun's heart, and she was suddenly full of confidence in the upcoming leap.
Everyone knows that inner strength is the key to success when they step up the ranks. Only by restraining themselves from the strong temptation of demonization in the depths of their hearts can they truly become high-level powerhouses. But no one can explain in detail what it means to be truly strong inside.
Those powerhouses who really stand at the top all have their own characteristics. Some people are obsessed with one thing, some people indulge in killing, some people can break life and death, and some people give up all emotions. Everyone walks their own way of being strong in their own way.
At this moment, Chu Qianxun suddenly and vaguely found his direction.
The surroundings were very quiet, except for the sound of the wind, only the shallow and long breathing of Ye Peitian beside him. The angular man who didn't want to say much turned his face to look at himself,
Rarely, his thin lips twitched slightly, and he stretched out his hand and pulled Chu Qianxun slowly on the way home.
"After so many years, there have been many people crying in front of me," Ye Peitian lowered his head and smiled, his clear voice echoed in the quiet wilderness, "Crying for mercy, crying and cursing, crying and repenting. But this way I was the first to cry and thank me. I cried so ugly. But I seem to be a little happy."
"You are a very gentle person, you shouldn't get such overwhelming malice." Chu Qianxun said.
Ye Peitian's fingers stroked Chu Qianxun's palm,
Chihiro, you may not know it, but you gave me warmth, and I have the heart to pass on this warmth.
The two returned to the station in Spring City,
The building is very lively, many outsiders are coming in and out, and the residents in the building are watching and discussing. When Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian arrived at the door, several men with Spring City patrol team armbands on their shoulders struggled to carry a huge corpse and walked out from the inside. Finger claw scales, obviously not human.
"What's the matter?" Chu Qianxun asked Gao Yan who met at the door.
"Failed to leapfrog, demonized," Gao Yan shook her head,
"Is there no guardian?"
"The guardian is his wife. He couldn't bear it for a while and didn't start in time."
When every saint goes over the steps, he will try his best to invite a person closest to him as a guardian. This person needs to protect his weak period from external interference. The most important thing is that if the advance fails and becomes a monster, the guardian must be responsible for cutting off the head of the monster in time to prevent new monsters from being born in densely populated urban areas. It can also ensure that the advanced person can still die as a human while leaving human consciousness.
While they were talking, they stepped into the door, the courtyard was in a mess, and most of the kitchen that was simply built had collapsed. A woman was paralyzed on the ground in the courtyard, holding the spooky head of a male face in her arms. She would cry and laugh at times, mumbling to herself without knowing what to say.
I don't know how many times I've seen such a scene after the demons came. Chu Qianxun and the others walked up the stairs in silence.
"Because she couldn't bear it for a while, the fifth-order monster suddenly appeared and took away several lives."
Gao Yan sighed and complained. In his heart, he remembered the anxiety that Chu Qianxun felt when he was guarding by her side when he jumped to the fifth step. If one's close relatives and friends are demonized, it is the cruelest moment for so many guardians around.
After dinner, Ye Peitian sat on the windowsill of the bay window, flipping through the scroll in his hand with an oil lamp.
There was a knock on the door.
He opened the door, Chu Qianxun probed in and took a look, then slipped into the room, and gave him a sweet smile with his hands behind his back.
The weather at night was obviously very cold, and the room became warm because of her smile. Ye Peitian felt that his warmth was almost melting.
Chu Qianxun sat where he had just sat, and reached out to flip through the book on the windowsill. It was Hugo's Notre Dame de Paris.
Ye Peitian has already started busy making tea and taps his heart. There were actually kung fu tea and refreshments that Chu Qianxun used to drink in his hometown in his room.
Chu Qianxun looked at the busy man in front of him. His legs were straight, his waist was tight, and the dark flowers flowed on the silver mask. He looked neat and clean, with a kind of ascetic beauty. He was happily busy because of his arrival, and the whole air seemed to be flowing with his joy and nostalgia for himself.
Chu Qianxun couldn't bear it in her heart. Her eyes fell on the gold-gilded cover of the novel. After thinking for a while, she still took out the sixth-order demon that had been in her pocket.
"Pei Tian, I'm about to advance. I want to ask you to be my guardian."
Ye Peitian blinked, the small teacup in his hand rolled over on the tea tray, and the hot tea was sprinkled on his fingers without knowing it.
Chu Qianxun picked up his hand and blew it on his mouth. The powerful healing ability quickly healed the little burn on his skin.
But the fear in my heart was not so easily quelled.
"Don't be afraid," Chu Qianxun stretched out his hand and gently took off his mask, looking into his eyes, "We still have a long way to go together, and we always have to protect each other. This is inevitable sooner or later."
She got close to Ye Peitian's face and kissed his lips. Those lips were cold and unresponsive to her kiss.
Chu Qianxun held his face, kissed him thinly, separated his lips with his warm tongue, entered his world, and let him slowly recover the temperature in his patient kiss, and began to respond to himself.
After the two were gasping for separation, Chu Qianxun pressed his forehead and asked him, "Is it okay? If you don't want to, I can still go to Sister Yan."
Ye Peitian's masseter muscles trembled, and a moment later he nodded in her hand.
Chu Qianxun touched his head. Although this is a bit cruel to Ye Peitian, it is equally cruel to every close relative and friend. If she and Ye Peitian want to go on together from now on, they will become the closest partners. , which is unavoidable.
"You must know that if an accident happens, I hope to end everything as a human being." Chu Qianxun finally explained.
Ye Peitian closed his eyes and nodded with difficulty after a long time.
With Ye Peitian's ability, even if he couldn't bear to kill him for a while, he could completely control his demonized self, so as not to hurt the innocent people in the whole building, Chu Qianxun was relieved.
She looked up and looked out the window, there was no moon in the night sky tonight, and the sparse stars woven a charming Tianhe.
Low-level demons are like broken gem fragments, without rules. After reaching the sixth level and above, it gradually became round and round. Chu Qianxun raised the Demon Seed in his hand and looked at the night sky. The spherical green gemstones were filled with different shades of green, like a miniature asteroid. Hold between your fingers.
She no longer hesitated to swallow the foreign object that came to the distant star.
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Ye Peitian sat on a chair beside the bed, silently watching the people curled up on the bed.
The sheets were pure blue, which made the man's skin look strangely pale. The man frowned deeply, tugging at the sheets tightly with both hands, sweat dripping from his forehead non-stop, soaking the sheets with dark spots.
A dark green color began to spread to her face along the blood vessels in her neck. The turquoise veins, crawling under the pale skin, moved up her cheeks strangely, and slowly faded, and so on and so forth. , as if competing with some force for this body.
Ye Peitian sat motionless on the edge of the bed, his body leaned forward slightly, his slender fingers were intertwined, his elbows rested on his knees, his face was calm, and he could not see the slightest nervousness or panic. He just sat like that, staring intently at Chu Qianxun's face.
Hours passed, and he didn't do anything except occasionally mechanically move his neck. Focus on paranoia.
In fact, Ye Peitian didn't know how long time had passed, it seemed that it was only a short moment, and it seemed that several years had passed.
His head was empty, his chest was empty, he didn't think about anything, and there was no perception.
Sometimes, when Chu Qianxun on the bed made a painful noise, certain thoughts would flood into Ye Peitian's heart.
Is she going to die
Before the thought had a chance, it was madly torn to shreds by countless sharp claws, smashed into ashes, dig another hole, bury it deeply, cover it with soil, and prevent it from popping out.
Even so, there would still be a colicky pain in his heart that was worse than death at that moment.
He stared at the green silk threads crawling up and back, repeatedly torturing the person on the bed and himself beside the bed, feeling that he had been tortured into a living person who lost his life.
Those green veins finally slowly faded from the white neck, the man on the bed opened his eyes weakly, and stretched out his sweaty hand to touch his face reluctantly.
At that moment, the five flavors were mixed and all kinds of pain came back to the body that was evacuated like a tide.
Ye Peitian stretched out a palm to cover his face, like an evil ghost returning to the world from hell, and finally he could greedily start to breathe the air of the world.