74, the death of the hermit

Feng Xiaobing got up with his head in his arms, and his mind was chaotic, just like a damp film movie. Many fragments shook, making him dizzy.

Withstuffied the uncomfortable headache, Feng Xiaobing comforted Lembeni and Lori, but when he saw that the dust was half dead, he was shocked and quickly came to Chen's side.

"Damn, brother, how did you get this virtue?" he said, checking the dust's injury at the same time.

It is very heavy. The six penetrating wounds are all in the critical part of the chest and abdomen. The internal organs must be seriously damaged. If it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that it will be dead at that time.

Chen smiled indifferently and said, "Don't look at it. I don't think it will work. You, you think I'm your boy, cockroach life... Cough~", without saying a few words, he carved out a lot of blood violently.

Feng Xiaobing was anxious. It's not a joke. This injury may be hung up at any time. He began to turn over the dust's pocket desperately. "Where's your elixir? Shit, take it out quickly. You're really going to hang up when it's too late."

Chen waved his hand to stop Feng Xiaobing and said with a depressed expression, "You, you have to promise me one thing." With that, he handed the sword in his hand to Feng Xiaobing, "Take the seven-star sword and go to the Northern Desert as soon as possible. Dark, remember it in secret and go as soon as possible..."

Feng Xiaobing shouted, "Damn it, when is it? Take out the medicine. If you hang up, I will never go."

Lombeni said, "Just now, he gave you the elixir."

Feng Xiaobing hugged the dust and said, "Don't say it's just that one. I don't fucking get your love!"

Chen smiled, his eyes drifted into the distance, and whispered, "How happy is life, how hard is death? It's enough to make you as a friend in this life~"

Suddenly, a slight sound came. Feng Xiaobing raised his eyes and saw a black hole in the muzzle. He hugged the dust without thinking and turned over and protected him behind him.

"Bang~", Feng Xiaobing's back was numb, and a blood flower appeared in his chest. The dust suddenly shook and could no longer suppress the blood in his throat.

"I rely on your ancestors for eighteen generations~~~" roared. Feng Xiaobing threw the seven-star sword in his hand back, humming, and then the sound of a round object rolling down the mountain.

Feng Xiaobing held the dust tightly, and a generation of hermit masters died, and died in the hands of two killers who did not know their names.

The short time since the two met flashed in Feng Xiaobing's mind. The fighting on the Tucker track, the evenly matched pity, the joy of working together to kill the wolf, and the deep brotherhood. Although the acquaintance was short, it won the respect of Feng Xiaobing and gently put down the dust. Since there are no tears, there is no need to flow, the red blood gang, etc. Let's go.

But at this time, Lombeni's panicked voice came: "Little soldier, come on, come and see Lori~~~~."

Feng Xiaobing was shocked and rushed over, but his liver and courage were cracked. Luo Li closed her eyes tightly, and there was a terrible blood hole in her forehead. The evil bullet penetrated two people in a row and was hitting Luo Li.

At a loss, Feng Xiaobing picked up Luo Li and called repeatedly, but there was no response.

Forced himself to calm down. Feng Xiaobing carefully checked Luo Li's body. He understood Luo Li's physique. Although it was the key cause of the zombie's brain, he also survived.

There were no bullet holes in the back of Lori's brain, and the bullets obviously remained in the skull, but the bullet holes in the forebrain showed no sign of healing, and the vital signs began to slowly weaken.

Feng Xiaobing was very anxious. If he lost Luo Li, he could not imagine what would happen to him. He didn't know when Luo Li had become the most important part of his life.

Feng Xiaobing was looking around for something that could replenish energy. Dust's body must not move. The blood of the two headless killers was actually black and red, and he did not dare to use it. Lembeni Feng Xiaobing did not think about it at all. There was a fierce wolf at the foot of the mountain, but the distant water could not quench his thirst.

Suddenly, Feng Xiaobing lowered his head and saw the red blood stains on his clothes. He quickly pulled out the watermelon knife and cut it fiercely on his wrist, letting Lembeini hold Lori's head, and a large amount of bright red blood dripped into Lori's little mouth.

With the absorption of Feng Xiaobing's blood, Luo Li's wound showed a tendency to heal. For fear that the blood volume was not enough, Feng Xiaobing continued to feed blood. It was not until he felt dry and dizzy that he stopped at the plea of Lombini.

Checking Luo Li's vital signs, it has returned to normal. Feng Xiaobing took a little care of it. If he didn't die from such an injury, he would definitely come back to life.

Waiting for Luo Li's bullet hole to completely heal, Feng Xiaobing asked Lun Beni to hold Luo Li carefully, find the seven-star sword and carry the dust on his back, and walk down the mountain together.

Driving the car, Feng Xiaobing knew from Lembeni that soon after the motorcade left, Lembeni found that the two killers were missing and felt strange, so he rushed back and wanted to inform Feng Xiaobing to pay more attention, but he didn't expect that there was still no time.

"It's not your fault," Feng Xiaobing looked at Rembeni, who was holding Lori with great guilt and said, "Those two killers are not ordinary people." With that, Feng Xiaobing remembered the strange phenomenon he had just seen. The blood of the two killers was actually close to the black and oil color of the zombies, and the last killer who shot was on the chest. The terrible wound has almost healed. The red blood gang is not simple. Feng Xiaobing fell into meditation.

He didn't go far. Feng Xiaobing actually found a motorcade coming in this direction. It was his brothers.

Neil and the others jumped out of the car and greeted him quickly, but they saw Feng Xiaobing with a heavy face and the body of Luo Li and Chen who were in a coma.

"Old man, boss, what's going on, what's going on," Neil asked anxiously.

Feng Xiaobing looked at the group of brothers happily. These brothers did not have a long relationship with him, but it was enough to risk their lives to come back to meet him.

"When you meet two poisonous snakes, ask Lombeni later." Not wanting to look back on the sad story, Feng Xiaobing asked, "Why did you come back, villagers?"

"It has been delivered to the stronghold. We didn't go in and went back to pick it up."

Hearing that the villagers were safe, Feng Xiaobing was relieved.

"All of them set out immediately and rushed to the stronghold." He jumped into the car. Feng Xiaobing ordered loudly. He suddenly thought that since it is a stronghold that has existed for nearly a hundred years, there must be medical equipment. At present, the most important thing is to understand Luo Li's situation.

Looking at the majestic mountains that are getting closer and closer, Feng Xiaobing thought quietly, and what he said to himself before his death was still in his ears. For the first time, Feng Xiaobing had a curiosity about the world and a desire to understand it in depth. In the world outside the world, the unknown existence, the hermit group similar to the Chinese magic power, and the two strange killers. Since I can't get out of it, since the world is so complicated and mysterious, and since I can't live a happy and simple life, I will make the world simpler.