Ji Thrush regained consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was boundless white.
This is not the small dark room in the Colosseum that he is familiar with.
The sky, surroundings, and feet are all white with no reference, and the quarter-thrush even has the illusion that he is suspended in mid-air.
-This is how the same thing
Such a white environment is really not friendly to the retina.
Ji Thrush's eyes were sore, he blinked hard, two tears came out from the corners of his eyes, he suspected that he would get snow blindness soon.
—Where the hell am I now
He tried his best to recall the scene before he lost his memory.
At that time, he was on the battlefield, riding a flying dragon, and Ren Damei, together with his family, dealt with the saint son Lancelot who was marching from Xiyi to the east.
Ren Jianmo immobilized thousands of angels with "God said there would be light", and turned the weapon into a long sickle and handed it to him.
And Ji Thrush absorbed the powerful electric energy that had exceeded his limit load from the electric mother mirror, concentrated all the current on the sickle, and swung the knife at Lancelot with all his strength.
If you look at Ji Xiaoniao's blow from the perspective of a third party, you will probably feel that Ji Thrush, who is standing on the back of the black dragon and has a dazzling current flowing all over his body, is like the god of death holding a sickle, and is attacking with a thunderbolt. to deliver a fatal blow to another deity.
When the blade fell on Lancelot's body, the strong current collided with the holy light and exploded instantly. The strong light, heat and shock wave were like a big explosion.
The flying dragon's huge body, which was as big as a small plane, was immediately blown away by the airflow, its wings were torn to pieces, and like a broken kite, it rolled a few times in the sky before hitting the ground heavily with a "bang".
But Ji Thrush faced the impact of the explosion directly, and his whole body flew ten meters away like a small marble, drew a parabola in the air, and fell down. .
He no longer remembers the process of flying in the air.
When he managed to regain some consciousness, he only felt a lot of pain, so painful that he almost wanted to pass out again.
Ji Xiaoniao wanted to force himself to move, but he was completely numb from the waist down, unable to move even a millimeter.
He barely opened his eyes, and in his field of vision was his distorted right hand. His forearm was bent backward at a forty-five-degree acute angle that was absolutely impossible to achieve under normal circumstances. The sharp broken end of the humerus protruded and pierced his skin. And he was completely charred from the wrist down, with no flesh and blood left, only a piece of incomplete scorched bone, and a watch was hung on the thin wrist bone.
— Fuck!
Ji Thrush was terrified, his eyes turned black from the pain, but there was only one thought in his mind.
— With such a serious injury, can I still support it until I return to "Peach Blossom Spring"
He wanted to move his arm and take a closer look at the progress bar on the watch.
However, with his current injuries, such difficult movements are purely delusion.
—What about Mr. Ren
Ji Xiaoniao couldn't move, she could only stare helplessly at her scorched hand bones, anxious, helpless and desperate.
He kept reassuring himself that Ren Jianmo was behind him at the time, no matter what, his body should have partially blocked the impact, and his beautiful Ren Damei was much stronger than him, even if he fell from mid-air, It should also be able to protect itself.
But at the same time, another voice told him not to be too optimistic.
Ren Jianmo had just covered the entire battlefield with his abilities, which should have also exceeded his own limit.
When the two first met, the other party's weak and pitiful appearance after excessive consumption of abilities was still vivid in his memory. As long as he thought of this, Ji Thrush couldn't help but feel worried.
He fought back the pain and tried to raise his head.
Ji Thrush is eager to know whether Lancelot's head was cut off by his knife, what's going on with the battle now, and most importantly, whether his beautiful Ren is safe.
It's a pity that Ji Thrush tried his best to raise his chin by only one centimeter.
—It hurts so much!
Ji Xiaoniao thought with tears in her eyes.
—It hurts so much!
—It hurts so much that I want to give up...
He couldn't see his body, didn't know that he was hurt far more than he imagined.
Ji Thrush broke his spine, completely lost all sensation from the waist down, and couldn't move at all. And his upper body was completely burned by the strong electric current, there was almost no good meat, his right hand was roasted to a dry bone, and his left arm was simply blown off by the shock wave, leaving only the half above the elbow.
In fact, if it is an ordinary person, with such a serious injury, even if it is not an instant death, there should be only one last breath left.
Ji Thrush has undergone physical strengthening several times, and his willpower is extremely tenacious. Now he has half a life less than ordinary people, and he is stubborn and refuses to give up.
At this time, another hand appeared in Ji Thrush's field of vision.
Ji Xiaoniao has long been familiar with the shape of the hand.
That finger is long and slender, with graceful lines and well-defined joints, beautiful and full of strength.
It's a pity that on the back of the originally white hand, there is a large piece of fresh burn marks with rolled flesh, yellow, white, blue and black, which is very shocking.
That hand carefully took up Ji Thrush's scorched right hand, and gently encased it in the palm.
-Very good…
Ji Thrush breathed a sigh of relief.
— Mr. Ren, he's fine...
Knowing that the person he cared about the most was safe and sound, Ji Xiaoniao's strenuous spirit suddenly relaxed, his vision went dark, and he almost lost consciousness.
In the dimness, he felt that someone picked him up and pulled him into a gentle embrace.
"Don't sleep."
Ji Thrush heard a familiar voice.
He forcibly gathered his slack consciousness back, and opened his heavy eyelids.
Then he saw the beauty Ren whom he was thinking of.
It's just that the big beauty doesn't look beautiful at all now.
Not only is it ugly, it's also very scary.
Most of Ren Jianmo's waist-length, soft, long hair was burnt away, and it was scattered over his shoulders, like a weed that grew wantonly. His forehead, left cheek, neck and even his chest were covered with hideous burns, and half of his face was covered with burns. His face was as beautiful as a jade carving, but the other half of his face looked like an evil spirit being scorched by the flames of hell.
But Ji Thrush is still very happy.
He moved his lips, trying to say "It's great that you're alive," but couldn't make the sound.
The invisible black curtain gradually closed, as if to cover Ji Thrush's vision and consciousness.
"Don't sleep."
Ren Jianmo's voice seemed to come from far away, vague and ethereal.
"Lancelot is dead, the fusion of the two worlds has stopped, and the cracks in space are slowly closing. The Holy Court army has lost its backbone, and it is in chaos..."
There was a warm breath against Ji Thrush's ear, word by word, slowly and clearly telling him the situation on the battlefield.
"The others—I mean Dong Jing and Monk Ming Jun are sweeping the battlefield... Soon, we will win."
He paused:
"So hang in there and don't sleep."
It's been a long time since Ji Thrush let Ren Jianmo speak such a long sentence to him in one breath, his heart was sour and sweet, and for some reason, his eyes felt a little hot.
He barely pulled himself together, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly as a response.
Seeing Ji Xiaoniao opened his eyes again, Ren Jianmo also laughed.
The burns on his face made the smile both creepy and creepy.
"After this 'world' with SS level difficulty ends, you will learn the truth about 'Peach Blossom Spring'."
As Ren Jianmo said, he lowered his head, put his lips on Ji Thrush's, and gave him a light kiss that he hadn't seen for a long time.
"By the time… "
Ren Jianmo softly bit his Ji Xiaoniao's lips, and promised in a low voice:
"Wherever the time... 'they' decide to do, I will be with you..."
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Ji Xiaoniao's memory stays in the murmured words of his family, Ren Damei, which has no clear meaning.
-No way
A layer of cold sweat burst out of Ji Thrush's back, and the chill went from the soles of the feet to the sky.
—This is not the legendary afterlife world!
Could it be that he had survived his narrow escape from the F-level all the way to the SS-level difficulty "world", and he overturned the car in the last minute, and just died like this
- What a shame!
Ji thrush clenched his fist angrily.
It's okay to die so miserable, and the way of death is so painful, it's hard to finally reconnect with each other, let him kiss his own beauty before he dies! !
But soon, Ji Thrush knew that he had guessed wrong, this was not the afterlife world.
He saw a boxy door appear in front of him.
That door has no door frame or door leaf, and behind it is the bottomless darkness, which stands out against the white background, like a black square inlaid in the air out of thin air.
However, Ji Thrush has been in the "Peach Blossom Spring" for some time, and has seen such space passages in various "worlds".
Anyway, staying in this white place not only tortured his eyes, but also made him unable to do anything, so he simply smashed his cans and walked towards the front door without hesitation.
When he raised his legs and stepped into the door, Ji Thrush felt as if he had walked into a ball of sticky jelly, and the pressure came from all directions, almost blocking him out of the door.
But he still closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, squeezing himself inch by inch into the door.
The heavy pressure suddenly disappeared, Ji Thrush opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a long-haired handsome man.
It wasn't Ren Jianmo who saw half of his face burnt beyond recognition before he fell into a coma, but a complete, healthy, peerless beauty who didn't lose even an inch of her hair.
"Mr. Ren!!"
Ji Xiaoniao yelled, and rushed towards Ren Jianmo like a bird out of the cage. A standard suckling swallow fell into the forest, and hugged the other's neck forcefully.
"Great! You're all right! Really great!"
Ren Jianmo also hugged Ji Thrush tightly.
He still couldn't remember the six months he had forgotten.
But it doesn't matter.
The facts told him that even if everything happened again, he still fell in love with the same person—just like what he did now, he just wanted to hold the person tightly in his arms.
…
The two hugged each other like conjoined twins for a long time, and under the double stimulation of surviving near death and reuniting after a long absence, they couldn't help but sticky kiss for a while, until the other's lips were gnawed red and swollen, Only reluctantly stopped.
Suddenly, Ji Thrush finally remembered a very important question:
"This is where??"