"It seems that he was being chased badly by the heretics." Mulo said as he walked forward: "But he should be fine. After all... How could he, a man with sound limbs, not be able to defeat a group of disabled people? Woolen cloth."
[System: Not necessarily. It's hard to beat four hands with both hands. His weapon arsenal cannot be opened here. Even if the sword is thrown away, the chances of winning are very high. 】
Mulo rolled his eyes at the system and said, "Can't you say something auspicious? I just want to punish him. Saying I hope he dies is naturally an angry statement. I still hope he can return to Suzaku City safely. .”
[System: To be honest, you've been acting like a little lunatic lately. What's wrong? The weather is cold and the water in your brain is frozen? You must know that some things are beyond regret. 】
In the vast snowfield, all life is extinct.
Mulo walked for a long time. It was only when the thing on the back of his hand became quiet that he saw a patch of blood red in the monotonous white. A figure was kneeling in the blood, and the navy blue robe was fluttering under the armor. , he seemed a little absent-minded, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Mu Luo didn't call his name, but rushed over. She almost fell while stepping on the thick snow.
"...He Chaosheng."
When she saw that pale face, Mulo's heart trembled. She hurriedly took off her cloak and put it on him.
He Chaosheng seemed to finally realize that someone was approaching. He turned his head and looked at Mu Luo, but he was a little disbelieving.
"You...why are you here...go back quickly..."
His voice was very weak...and his breath was so cold that it could only bring up a little bit of mist.
Mulo tightened his cloak and said, "If I hadn't come, you would have died here! Stop kneeling, get up... I will take you back!"
"It's useless..." He Chaosheng held Mu Luo's hand.
His palms were cold, and his whole body was frighteningly cold.
"It's useless to say anything. Stand up quickly, otherwise you will really die..." Mu Luo tried with all his strength to lift the man up, but he didn't move at all.
"Move, move..."
He Chaosheng shook his head and said: "Qianqian, my leg is broken... I can't stand up anymore, but... Zhuque City is safe, the north has been cleared, and there will be no more turmoil... I left a letter to Murong Yin, He can take on big responsibilities..."
I am not Qianqian.
Mu Luo wanted to get angry, but she clenched her palms tightly. After all, she couldn't bear it. She took a deep breath, then squatted down with her back to He Chaosheng, and said: "Let's go, I will carry you back. I thought it was some big deal. Isn’t it just a broken leg? Just go back and reattach it.”
"Qianqian...you..."
Mulo's eyes were slightly red, and he glanced at He Chaosheng again and said, "If you don't come up, I will stay with you here to see which of us dies happily!"
"I know..." He Chaosheng leaned forward and pressed on Mu Luode.
"Is it heavy?" he asked.
"Does this mean it's heavy? I'm a heretic. What can't a monster carry?" No matter what he said, his voice seemed a little labored. After all, in this Baibuyuan, machines are useless. She is nothing more than a flesh and blood body.
Behind He Chaosheng, the drops were ticking, and the red all the way was like roses falling on the snow, beautiful, but always a little desolate.
"Qianqian, I didn't expect you to come here... I thought I was going to die here alone."
Mu Luo remained silent.
What a joke, he was talking to Qian Qian, what did Mulo have to do with her.
"I have dealt with Bai Bu Yuan's heresy... Qian Qian, I want to... rest for a while... I'm so sleepy."
Mulo pursed his lips and said, "Why are you sleepy? Don't sleep. I'll chat with you, and you just...just think of me as Qian Qian. You can say whatever you want to say, but don't sleep."
"Qianqian..." He Chaosheng's lips raised a warm arc and said, "You are Qianqian... the Qianqian I have liked for a long time... but you don't know..."
Mulo sneered and gasped, "You really like that Qianqian, but I don't care about patients..."
"Qianqian..."
"Um?"
Mu Luo rarely responded, but He Chaosheng had no further words. He seemed to have fallen asleep, and his body suddenly became extremely heavy.
"He Chaosheng! Speak!" Mu Luo quickened his pace, but soon fell down due to exhaustion: "Speak! He Chaosheng... Qianqian is here, open your eyes and look at me! He Chaosheng..."
Mu Luo's mind went blank. She stretched out her hand and tentatively felt for He Chaosheng's pulse.
he died.
That's it...
"System! Get out of here!" Muro said loudly, "What's going on! Tell me what's going on!"
[System: Report to my dear host that no abnormality has been detected. Please don’t get too excited. After all, being angry to death is not a work-related injury. 】
"Shit! He's not breathing!" Mu Luo hugged He Chaosheng, wrapped him in his cloak and continued to drag him forward.
However, before taking two steps, he fell again.
[For system use: No abnormalities were detected. 】
Good guy, Muro even wondered whether the magnetic field had an impact on the system, and whether it had turned the system into a brain-dead person.
He Chaosheng's face was as pale as paper, and the snow fell on the tip of his pen, which was difficult to melt.
Before Mulo could figure out the current situation, a sheet of white smoke rose in the snow in the distance. Not long after, a group of people on horseback came over. Mulo saw their exposed prosthetics, which were heretics... …
They surrounded Muro.
"Huh? Why would an evolved person be around a lowly human?"
"It seems that the two of them are very close. Is this the famous General of Suzaku City? What? Is he dead? He killed so many of our brothers and sisters in Baibuyuan. I will definitely cut him into pieces!"
"Hey, my dear fellow evolvers, don't be fooled by human rhetoric. We can take you out of here."
Mu Luo had a cold face and remained silent. She reached out and touched He Chaosheng's cheek over and over again.
A red sacred stone rolled down from He Chaosheng's arms, and the sacred stone seemed to emit a faint light.
[System: The Red Divine Stone, the Stone of the God of War, can improve a person's overall level of weapon proficiency, combat effectiveness, etc. 】
"Isn't this exactly what I need?" Mulo picked up the sacred stone, and the heretic immediately became vigilant.
"Girl, please tell me what you have to say. We are all noble evolvers. Hand over the sacred stone..." One of the heretics said nervously.
However, Mulo couldn't listen to anything anymore. She was alone, holding four sacred stones, and said with a smile: "Today, we all have to die here. I will die for him, and you will be buried with him."
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