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Chapter 442 Life and Death
There are many things in Lunshan and they are complicated. Chen Xiaofan came here to make a deal, but he ended up like this in the end.

In the final analysis, I am afraid it is still a matter of the physical body of the white-haired people.

If it was just an ordinary god coming to trade, Hong wouldn't have to spend so much effort to stop it, or kill Chen Xiaofan.

But after much deliberation, he didn't understand what the relationship between the white-haired people's body and Lun Mountain was?
Even if it was auctioned at the auction, which caused a rush of [-] gods, what effect would it have on Lun Shan.

Is it because of the commotion, making it inconvenient for Hong to implement the plan, or because of the special relationship between the Baimao people and the Lunshan side.

The more I think about it, the more I get a headache, and I feel drowsy.

Put this matter aside for a while and don't think about it, otherwise, with the current state and information, even if your head explodes, I'm afraid you won't be able to think of the answer.

Black plants can be seen above the city, running between buildings like bridges.

It's just that the thing in front of me can only be a bridge of Naihe, it is quiet and silent during the day, but at night it is a killer in the ruins.

The sacred tree was fed by the blood essence stone and turned into a strange black plant.

The source of the matter must be traced to it and the blood essence stone. Only by figuring out these two things can we find out what happened to Lunshan.

After passing through the insect swarm, Xiaorou and Chen Xiaofan never encountered wild beasts again. Although it made them much safer, it did not give Chen Xiaofan a chance to replenish blood.

The body is a dry riverbed, the body is constantly cracked, and the lower limbs are about to lose consciousness.

It is impossible to say no to panic, such a death is more terrifying than death in battle.

Death climbs up slowly and tortures slowly. Even a person with a strong mentality will not be able to bear the collapse.

Everyone has the desire to survive, driven by the desire to survive, the fear will only become stronger.

As the body weakens, the pain becomes varied.

Sometimes, Chen Xiaofan felt as if his legs were sawed open, the pain of tearing, he couldn't help screaming.

Sometimes his body seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, and every time his bones were crushed, blue veins popped up on his forehead, but no beads of sweat flowed out.

The pain continued and escalated, and the scooter continued to accelerate and move forward. Xiaorou knew his pain, she had experienced it, and she had endured it.

The pained cries from behind made her feel chills down her spine, and she could only cry silently as she kneaded together with sadness.

She thought in her heart, when Chen Xiaofan really couldn't make it through, she would give him his life back.

The pain made time pass slowly. During the whole day, Xiaorou in front of the cart kept speeding up without saying a word.

She was reborn, but in order to pull Chen Xiaofan forward, a lot of sawdust got into her hands on the wooden cart, but she didn't care, and just moved forward silently.

She has the blood of the blood essence stone to replenish her body, but that is not a transformation, and she is also very tired and hard with Chen Xiaofan on a long journey.

A few times, my feet were a little soft and I wanted to stop.

But the man behind her was screaming, she couldn't stop, the old shoes were worn out with holes, but she still moved forward, forward, and forward.

The day passed quickly, and when the sun gradually set in the west, the whole city turned into a place full of black plants.

Xiaorou had no choice but to take Chen Xiaofan to a certain room, the bonfire was lit, her face was full of tiredness.

With no food or water, her mouth was dry and her face was livid.

Fortunately, she has been used to it for many years, and such a problem does not bother her.

It's just that Chen Xiaofan was in more pain at night, even in his drowsy sleep he was constantly awakened by the pain.

Chen Xiaofan doesn't know his own face, but Xiao Rou can see it.

His face was dead, which was a sign of the end of life.

Xiao Rou came to his side and gently touched his hand. The dry skin was like dead tree bark, which made her hand hurt.

But she didn't let go, and she didn't frown.

"Why did you save me? We don't know each other at all."

"Why would you risk your life to save me?"

She touched Chen Xiaofan's short hair and muttered to herself.

But no one in the room responded to her, only the fire flickered, printing Xiaorou's shadow on the wall.

In the middle of the night, Chen Xiaofan's condition improved a bit, the pain that tormented him seemed to be less, and he no longer cried out in pain.

Xiaorou was a little relieved.

Lowering her head, looking at her scarred palm, she pulled out the wooden thorns embedded in the flesh one by one.

The blood dripping from the palm of her hand was very precious, and she didn't let any drop fall to the ground.

After pulling out the wooden thorn, there was a small puddle of blood in her palm.

She stretched out her hand, put it to Chen Xiaofan's mouth, and gently sent the blood into his mouth.

Blood stained his lips, like a girl's mouth was rubbed red.

Xiaorou just smiled lightly, and then her face became gloomy.

Outside the window is low breathing, black plants are moving, and there are dancing souls, they are cheering, as if they are waiting for the death of Chen Xiaofan and Xiao Rou, and invite them to join.

With Xiao Rou's blood, Chen Xiaofan no longer frowns tightly, and his expression calms down.

She sighed softly, echoing in the room and in the night.

Chen Xiaofan didn't know how long it would take to go to Camp No. [-], but his body miraculously held up.

Xiaorou's words became rare, and she just moved forward silently every day.

He fell asleep, woke up, and fell asleep.

Every time he wakes up, he is on the road, constantly moving forward, constantly moving forward.

The time has become extremely long, and it has also become very difficult.

It feels like a long year, day or night.

The repetitive and boring scenery came into view every day, the pain continued, and his life was not over yet.

When Chen Xiaofan woke up again, he found that his body was much better, but he didn't move forward, they stopped on the street.

"Xiaorou. Xiaorou"

Chen Xiaofan called out a few times, but there was no response, only his own echo could be heard in the empty city.

He was terrified.

At the juncture of life and death, it was Xiaorou who supported him to live, and it was her who continued to move forward and supported him to persevere.

But now there is no response, and I don't know where she is.

He moved his body and wanted to get off the cart, but there was severe pain, his body seemed to be cut open, and he couldn't move at all.

In desperation, he could only move and stop. After about ten minutes, he finally turned his head and saw the scene in front of the cart.

Xiaorou fell to the ground, motionless, no matter how Chen Xiaofan shouted, she didn't respond.

Things are not good, she may be too tired, these days she pulls the scooter during the day and guards herself at night, after all, she can't stand it and collapses.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaofan knew it couldn't be like this, if they didn't care about it, at night, they would be swallowed up, and there was no hope of life anymore.

Supporting the pain in his body, he moved his body bit by bit, the whole process was more uncomfortable than resisting the thunder calamity.

His body seemed to be broken into tens of millions of pieces, and every time he moved, he felt that he was one step closer to death.

Falling off the cart, the sky was spinning, and the eyes were dark and almost passed out.

He couldn't stand, his legs were so numb he couldn't feel it.

Relying on his hands to keep crawling, he moved inch by inch.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and from the cart to Xiaorou's side, he almost exhausted the rest of his body's strength.

Coming to her side, Chen Xiaofan was slightly taken aback, he saw that the girl's hand was broken.

Her hands were full of scars, which were obvious cut marks, and the wounds were scabs on the outside, but new wounds that had not healed on the inside.

Who will cut her hand?
In this deserted city, if they encountered danger, it would not be as simple as cutting a small wound.

These days Chen Xiaofan's body should not be able to hold on, but every time he wakes up, he feels that he can hold on for a while.

Seeing Xiaorou's injury, he understood.

Why can I survive, why the girl is gradually silent these days, why she is very tired when she occasionally says a few words.

Because she was feeding Chen Xiaofan's blood, in order for him to survive, she returned her own blood to Chen Xiaofan.

Thinking of this, regardless of the pain in his body, he tried his best to crawl to her side, looking at her pale face, full of heartache.

The little girl grew up and turned into a woman, her face that should have been rosy turned pale, like a dead person.

Her breathing is very weak, so weak that you can't even feel it unless you feel it carefully.

They all understand the importance of blood, and it is the most uneconomical way to sacrifice their lives to save each other.

But neither of them hesitated. In the abandoned city, they did not give up on each other.

"Xiaorou. You're like this. Neither of us can go to Camp No. [-]."

"We will die here!"

Chen Xiaofan shouted weakly in a hoarse voice, Xiao Rou did not respond to his words, but the corners of her mouth seemed to move, as if she was laughing.

The sky darkened, he didn't have the strength to take Xiaorou to hide, he could only lie down weakly, looked at Xiaorou, and watched the sky darken.

The heart is desperate, and the girl's profile is beautiful.

Looking back on his past life, Chen Xiaofan didn't know what to say.

It's a pity that he didn't have time to do many things. He is only in his twenties, and even counting the time in the white line world, he is still young.

However, Lun Shan and his party made him survive several times, and finally stopped here.

The sky was dim, and the last ray of light swept across his body, as if taking away the last hope in his life.

It was getting dark, and there was a heavy breathing sound next to my ear.

Chen Xiaofan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, he understood that the mutated sacred tree had arrived, and the moment of death had come, no one could save them.

(End of this chapter)