Chuzheng pressed the person back again, with coldness in his eyes: "Are you going to die?"
This good man card is a weak chicken no matter how you look at it.
So many monsters, he used to estimate that his bones were gone in minutes.
"Wait here."
Chuzheng took a deep breath, surrounded the coffin with silver thread, and figured out how fast she would need to go back here before she was exhausted.
The boy still wanted to speak, but Chuzheng had already rushed out.
Leaving the effective range of the coffin, the power in the body cannot be used, and Chuzheng can only rely on the silver thread to open the way.
The box the boy mentioned was still lying in the place where the coffin had fallen, and Chuzheng grabbed the box and ran back.
The young man was lying on the edge, staring intently there.
The roaring World of Warcraft rushed towards the girl. I don't know if it was his illusion, but her speed didn't seem to be as fast as before.
Seeing that the beast was about to catch up to her, the young man couldn't help pursing his pale lips.
blah-
bang—
The monsters collided with all kinds of harsh sounds, and one of them suddenly jumped up and smashed the petite figure in front of him with the posture of Taishan pressing the top.
fuck!
Chuzheng cursed inwardly, and the silver thread threw out, wrapped around the beast's legs, and slammed to the side.
Chuzheng felt very depressed.
Can't you just follow me? !
Do I want something sweeter
There are so many survivors next to them, can't you all soak it in the rain and dew
Chuzheng knocked down a few demon beasts, and finally returned to the coffin. She threw the box inside, dragged the coffin and ran away.
The monsters in the back were chasing after him.
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The bright moon is in the sky, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the insects are playing a symphony in the night.
On the rough road, the figure slenderly dragged the coffin and walked forward slowly.
The back side was quiet, and there was no other movement.
Chuzheng stopped and turned to look behind him.
She is now going up the mountain and can see the direction of Rising Sun City.
There was a blaze over there, and you could vaguely see the monsters rising into the sky, a huge black shadow sliding past Haoyue.
Chuzheng propped up the coffin and let out a sigh of relief.
Out of the corner of the eye, he swept into the coffin, where the boy lay with his eyes closed.
Chuzheng: "… "
I was so exhausted, you actually slept!
Even if you are a card, it is too much!
Chuzheng went around the boy's head and stretched out his hand to get him up, but when he bent down, he saw blood running across the boy's forehead.
Chuzheng: "… "
Which dog attacked him on the way
Chuzheng touched his chin and thought for a moment in silence, feeling that something was not right.
Someone really attacked him, and it was impossible for him not to know.
Did you hit yourself
The inside of the coffin is so flat, how could such an injury be knocked out...
Chu Zheng glanced at the box next to the boy, and there was blood on the corner of the overturned corner.
OK, the murder weapon is found.
Chuzheng also remembered the act of throwing the box into the coffin at that time.
Well, the murderer has also been found.
Chuzheng clasped the boy's neck with both hands, let's kill him first.
He smashed his legs again, and smashed his head again. Unless this card is a fool, how could he forgive her.
[Miss, calm down, even if you kill the good person card, it's still like this when you bring it back! ! 】
The King couldn't help roaring.
Can't its young lady be a good person? !
Chuzheng retracted his hand regretfully, pulled the coffin aside, and then jumped inside and supported the boy.
The blood on his forehead was still flowing, Chuzheng found something to stop the bleeding and bandage him.
[Hidden mission: Please get a good person card to stop the good person card from blackening. 】
Chuzheng: "… "
Before Chuzheng could express her opinion, the boy she was supporting suddenly felt wrong.
He still closed his eyes, but looked very distressed.
Under the moonlight, Chuzheng saw strange lines on the boy's skin.
Those lines gradually invaded the intact skin of the young man, revealing a strange black air.
Chu Zheng was at a loss.
What's happening here
What should I do now
"Box... box." The boy said with difficulty.
box
Chuzheng pulled the box over, but the box had no opening at all and could not be opened.
The boy began to groan in pain, and his body curled into a ball.
"How to open?"
The boy grabbed Chuzheng's clothes and put his head in her arms, and the sweat gradually soaked the front of Chuzheng's clothes.
"Blood... my blood."
Chuzheng took the boy's hand, cut it without hesitation, and pressed it on the box.
The box was stained with the boy's blood, and there was a slight sound of the mechanism turning, and then a gap appeared.
Chuzheng opened the box, and there were many bottles and jars inside.
Chuzheng hugged the boy and asked him, "Which one?"
The boy's pain was even worse, and the black lines had completely covered his bare skin.
"Gold... gold."
gold
Chuzheng didn't see a golden bottle, Chuzheng found that there was a layer underneath, and found a golden bottle at the bottom.
Chuzheng opened the cork, and there was liquid inside...
"How much to drink?"
The boy has no strength to return to her.
Chuzheng couldn't take care of that much, so he squeezed the boy's chin and poured half of the bottle directly.
As soon as the liquid went away, the black lines that were still spreading and increasing clearly stopped.
Then it starts to fade and returns to normal skin tone.
Because of the pain, the boy was like a baby, curled up in Chuzheng's arms.
Chuzheng threw the bottle back into the box, leaned against the coffin wall, and looked up at Haoyue above her head.
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The dark coffin was randomly placed beside the bush, and the lush tree beside it just blocked some dazzling eyes.
The young man in the coffin slowly woke up, with a blank look in his clear eyes.
He covered his head and sat up next to him.
This is where
my head hurts...
Jingpo didn't dare to move too much, it involved his head, and it hurt every so often.
After sitting up, Jingpao touched the coffin wall and remembered the coffin.
He looked at his legs, which had been bandaged and held in place with wooden boards.
"Wake up... what's wrong with your hair?"
Chuzheng's head suddenly popped up, making the boy lean back abruptly in fright.
It may be because of the injury, the boy's face turned pale, but he didn't make any sound, like a frightened deer, looking at the person who suddenly appeared with wet eyes.
Chuzheng reached out and picked up a strand of his hair, the silver-white hair was in the palm of his hand, mottled and shadowed by the sun.
"Why is your hair white?"
It was clearly black before.
The boy pulled his hair back.
The boy's hair not only changed in color, but also grew a lot.
Before only reaching the chest, now it has reached the waist... or even longer.
A head of silver-white hair was spread out, which made the young man's face become more and more beautiful, very much like the elves living in the mountains and forests on TV.
The boy bent his knees and embraced her, staring at her with wet eyes, and did not speak.
Chuzheng asked several times, but he didn't have any answer.
Chuzheng propped up the edge of the coffin: "Okay, forget it. Eat something, don't starve to death. I smashed your leg, and I will take care of you during this time."