Chapter 297: Wounded
However, no matter how stylish their debut style is, it can't change the desolation of the venue, and the fact that there is no one to cheer for it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 infoThat's right, it's deserted.
If it is full of wind and sand, Yang Wenyao will not say anything, but what is the situation in front of him, the hot light source shines on the ground, and the bright ground is not some kind of soil and mud and stone as imagined, but a metal ground.
Looking at the ink in surprise, is this really Nanying? Are you sure you're correct? Whether it was Yang Wenyao looking at the ink, even Wen Renyi raised his eyebrows and looked at the ink, with the previous things in the Wenren family, plus the inheritance given to him by Wenren Mo Feng, he naturally wouldn't really think that this time he came out to travel like Xu Yao. Dear, travel is all about finding beautiful places, okay?
Throwing an enchantment to Qi Yue and Xu Yao casually, just like that, there were already big drops of sweat on their foreheads. Qi Yue looked at the air around him that instantly became cool in amazement, and then looked at Yang Wenyao, their faces were not red or panting, not to mention sweating. In the bottom of my heart, I wondered if I was dragging Yang Wenyao back.
"Doll, why don't I wait for you on the starship?" It seems that there is really no need for me to exist. After speaking, Qi Yue's eyes showed a touch of loss.
"What nonsense? Don't worry, Sister Yueyue, there is no place to eat here, and you have to serve me the ingredients I bring, otherwise we will have to eat melons and fruits every day. Listening to Qi Yue's words, Yang Wenyao smiled. didn't pay attention, this sentence made Wen Renyi's eyes light up behind him. , this is the first person besides the Yang family, the girl cares. Gotta wait.
Onlookers: ......
Qi Yue, who was treated as a cook: ......
Then no one talked much. The ink carried them along, but of course, don't expect them to take it one step at a time. Yang Wenyao deliberately found a mountain bike, which can be regarded as a means of transportation. Of course, if you know that this is the case. Yang Wenyao felt that she should take out the car and use it. The advantages of this mountain bike are not visible here at all.
A silent planet, no birds, no sound of the wind. There is no life. The sound of their conversation spread far away, and occasionally a fluttering echo could be heard, even though the light source was shining and it was bright everywhere, Xu Yao still felt a tingling. It's no wonder that no one can live on this planet. Not to mention the temperature of the earth's surface. It's all metalized ground, which means that it can't be planted, and the things needed to transform such a planet are too expensive.
And Yang Wenyao found that here, I'm afraid there is no rainy day. Under the long-term light source, there was a faint tingling of the soles of the feet. The universe is indeed a very magical existence. The speed of the group, because of the mountain bike, although not as fast as flying. But it's much faster than walking. Inside the mountain bike. There is a wait-only temperature regulation function, so that two creatures that are not resistant to high temperatures can decide whether they can go down or not. They're going to be in this car.
Flat and untextured metal roads, ink drives mountain bikes all the way north. Yang Wenyao let go of her divine sense and wanted to see what kind of place this was. Like the last time she went to Xiying, Yang Wenyao, who originally wanted to check the information, couldn't find any useful information at all. Annoyed that Ink threatened her, thinking that she wouldn't lose her life anyway. Since this is the case, Yang Wenyao simply didn't do anything. I picked up some high-tech stuff based on my earlier experience, just like this mountain bike. Sure enough, it came in handy.
The divine consciousness spreads out, and it is beyond sight to be seen, except that metal is still metal. One horse and no obstacles. There is no end in sight. Looking at the ink's attentive appearance, Yang Wenyao didn't know what to say, she just thought that she had made a mistake, and carefully touched the metal on the ground with her divine sense.
"Sss A sudden gasping sound woke up the people in the room.
"Doll, what's wrong? Why is your face so pale? Is there something uncomfortable? Looking up, Qi Yue saw Yang Wenyao with a pale face. There was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing such a change, all the people gathered around. Ink, of course, is not included.
The ink just glanced at it lightly, but didn't make a sound. Wen Renyi walked to Yang Wenyao's side, but found that she was useless, and the thunder spiritual power had no way to probe her body, so after thinking about it, Wen Renyi took out a red fruit and brought it to Yang Wenyao's mouth.
Yang Wenyao left a trace of lucidity, and the fragrance of the fruit made her swallow her saliva. Just now her divine consciousness touched the metal on the ground, she suddenly felt a burst of scorching heat, instinctively felt dangerous, Yang Wenyao immediately cut off that trace of divine consciousness, but it was too late, such a scorching heat followed the divine consciousness but blinked, Yang Wenyao only felt a sharp pain in her head.
I swallowed my saliva and opened my eyes, but I saw a red fruit that seemed to be flowing, beautiful and charming, and the fragrance was attractive. This is...... looked at Wen Renyi in horror. Does he know what it is?
Yang Wenyao is not a person who can take away good things when he sees them, even if Wen Renyi is willing, then he can't owe such a big favor. After pushing hard, Yang Wenyao realized that this time it seemed that he had been seriously injured and did not have any strength. It's something that I only felt when I was a baby. I have to admit that this feeling is really terrible.
Yang Wenyao felt that she had to exert her strength, but the general person only saw a slight and almost invisible movement, which was really weird, and she didn't see any movement from Yang Wenyao at all, so she sat on her own seat. Looking at the situation now, there is no strength left. I'm afraid that if I can wake up, I will be able to hold on.
I couldn't help but say that Wen Renyi was a little rude and put the fruit to Yang Wenyao's mouth, and half-forced her to eat it. Originally, Qi Yue was worried that the juice would flow out, but he didn't want the fruit to be left down Yang Wenyao's throat as if it was conscious, without a trace of waste.
Well, what I saw today is not one or two things that cannot be expressed in science. Qi Yue and Xu Yao, who were dirt buns, felt that this was not a matter at all compared to flying directly down from a height of several thousand meters. The most important thing now is to find out what happened to Yang Wenyao.
Roll on the side and watch. He didn't feel the danger at all just now, and he couldn't feel Yang Wenyao's emotions until now, which showed that Yang Wenyao unilaterally cut off the connection between the two. Depressed, with disappointment in his eyes, he lowered his head. (To be continued.) )