Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Devil's Nightmare

Qingying, who turned around in the ghost gate, took a long time to recover and recover, recalling the inexplicable words before Xiao San fell, according to her previous temperament, it must be time to draw her sword and face each other, and she must give this cheap follower who has entered the demon capital and still thinks about sexy beauties, and has a profound lesson, no wonder kendo has not been refined, and her head is full of these.

Are those places really so attractive? Qingying subconsciously looked at a certain position where she was just starting to emerge, compared to her eldest sister, it was the gap between the hills and the majestic peaks. In the past, she always felt that if she grew up like the eldest sister in the future, it would be very cumbersome, but if the junior liked it, she didn't mind gaining weight again.

"Hey, little girl, I've got gauze here, come and help me. The slave interrupted Qingying's blind thoughts and motioned for her to help stop the bleeding of her stump leg.

Qingying didn't even look at him, and said coldly: "I don't have time to care about you wicked person, hum!"

After finishing speaking, Qingying hurriedly flipped the junior who was lying on the ground, and she knew that the junior had a wound on his chest.

The human slave really felt that this little girl's head was in the water, and the man almost killed her a moment ago, and she still cared so much about him at this second.

After using all her strength to feed, Qing Ying turned Xiao San over, and when she saw the injury on Xiao San's chest and abdomen, she was also so frightened that her little face turned white, and she sat on the ground, looking at her little hands full of blood in a daze.

No wonder Xiao San didn't kill those scavenging beasts, it turned out that the fierce fight with the scavenging beasts before made Xiao San's wounds that had just stopped bleeding tear again, and the injuries were even more injured!

Seeing that the blood was about to flow out of a small puddle, Qingying, who was at a loss, looked at it blankly, and didn't know how to help.

In the end, under the guidance of the human slave, Qing Yingcai clumsily wrapped the gauze around the injuries of the junior, so anxious that the human slave wanted to die, he knew that if this little girl did not serve this young man well, she would definitely not take care of herself.

However, what reassures Qingying is that before the gauze can completely bandage Xiao San's wounds, many wounds have automatically stopped bleeding, of course, these credits must be those black substances that make Qingying goosebumps when they look at it.

When the darkness covered the earth and everything was silent, the cold wind in the middle of the summer night still made the three of them feel a little chill in the wilderness.

The human slave begged Qingying to go to the vicinity to find some wood to prevent the night cold and wild beasts.

But Qingying refused to obey, on the grounds that this human slave had a treacherous face and was afraid of a black hand on Xiao San, she resolutely did not leave Xiao San for half a step, even if the human slave had handed over all the weapons on her body to this little chivalrous girl, she still did not enter, and she was so angry that the human slave almost kowtowed.

How did he know that this little chivalrous girl, who now seemed to be radiant, had been a little too frightened in the past few days, and how could she dare to run around, beside Xiao San, it was the safest place she thought was the safest.

So, the three of them huddled together with their backs to the stone mountain to keep warm, from left to right, their faces were different, one black and two white.

The youngest of the black, leaning on the shoulder of the young man in the middle, whose face was pale from excessive blood loss, had an indescribable sense of happiness on his face, and if it weren't for the little one's feeling that his body was a little icy and needed to be caught in the middle to keep warm, she would never have shared him with the treacherous-looking crippled slave.

"Hey, who is that? You lean over and come over, aren't you shivering with cold yourself? Why don't you get closer to San'er, he is also a little cold, at this time, everyone should report to the group to keep warm, give up the previous estrangement and grievances, understand?" The little girl pointed to the country with her head propped up.

The human slave next to Xiao San hurriedly nodded in response, his butt was less than an inch closer to Xiao San, and he also felt like he was a big step closer to death. A small part of the reason for his pale face must be due to excessive blood loss, fatigue from running around for days, and a little cold in his physical condition.

As for why he shivered with cold and his face was as white as paper, but he was frightened, who knows when this guy next to him will wake up? Who dares to guarantee that he will not break his neck when he wakes up!

Thinking of the young man's murderous appearance like death before, the human slave suddenly shrunk his body tighter again, but it was obviously not very cold now.

Suddenly, the little three who were in a state of confusion leaned his head on the shoulder of the human slave, so frightened that the human slave almost jumped up and cried for his father, but under the stern expression of the little woman holding a knife and raising his eyebrows, he had to forcibly endure it, who told himself that he could only be at the mercy of others now, and if he left these two people, he would inevitably die, and his only hope was to wait until Dong Xiong's pair of centaurs found out that the master had not returned, and came back to find it, so that there would be a glimmer of life.

The human slave who slept with the devil almost didn't sleep all night, and every time he was about to fall asleep, Xiao San's head was on his shoulder as if it was timed, and he was so scared that he didn't feel sleepy, which was worse than a slap in the face.

The most terrible thing is that the young man muttered a sentence or two from time to time, as if he was talking to him, the human slave didn't even have the courage to look at Xiao San, he was afraid that when he looked at it, he would have a pair of bloody eyes staring at him.

In the second half of the night, Xiao San's body was hot, there was more nonsense on his lips, and his expression was very painful, as if he was in a nightmare.

Qingying hurriedly pillowed Xiao San's head on her matchstick-like thigh, and comforted softly, "San'er, don't be afraid, the second sister is here." ”

As if hearing Qingying's comforting words, Xiao San stopped a lot.

This night, Xiao San had a strange dream...

In the dream, the green grassland is boundless.

From a bird's-eye view of the sky, it looks like a green ocean, with occasional breezes and grass swaying in the wind, like waves in the sea. Only a road that stretches to the end of the horizon divides the sea of grass in two, and I don't know where it leads.

The dirt on the avenue was grayish-red, as if it had been infected with blood to give it this strange color.

The pale light seemed to shine there without ceasing, neither like daylight, nor moonlight.

There was no sound, deathly silence, only the occasional rustle of grass rubbing against each other when the air flow fluctuated, as if to tell the loneliness here, if it were not so, it would make people feel that this was a super huge picture at all, everything was still and silent.

Xiao San suddenly saw a blood-stained person, waking up from the side of the avenue that led to nowhere, when he got up, Xiao San was surprised to find that it was another self!

He was dressed strangely but familiarly, with light hair, as if he was frightened and unfamiliar with the world in front of him.

He rummaged desperately for something, but found nothing.

Then he stood up and cried out for help, but the world was nothing but this gray-red avenue, a grass that had never been seen before, and the endless verdant filled the land to the end of the horizon.

After a long time, he seemed to realize that there was not a single bird or ant here, and that no one would pay any attention to him, and he was forced to go down the avenue, hoping that someone would find him.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, so frightened that he almost couldn't stand on his feet, in the sky, how could the sun be white, and, rather, it was... Two.

What made him even more puzzled was that one of them was still mutilated and uneven, like a piece of bread that had been bitten by someone.

That self can only move forward silently again.

But the gray and red avenue did not leave half of his footprints.

After walking for a long time, his steps began to scatter, his consciousness began to blur, and the boundless tiredness and hunger made Xiao San seem to empathize with him, wanting to swallow anything he could eat.

He was rummaging around, but he didn't find even an ant, and he wanted to dig through the dirt, even if he learned from the fish and tasted the earthworms, but the dirt, no matter how he tossed it, was like being shielded by an invisible and untouchable object.

In the end, he had to stuff those unknown grasses into his mouth, but no matter how he ate them, the hunger and thirst still did not lessen at all, the feeling was so real, it seemed... That's yourself.

Xiao San's subconscious has always wanted to break free from this state, but until he was about to starve to death and die of thirst, he still felt empathy with that self.

In Xiao San's consciousness, there was endless pain, he felt that he was dying, and there was no belief that could still let him hold on.

Just when he was desperate and gave up struggling, he suddenly saw a purple back out of the corner of his eye, standing on the avenue less than a hundred meters away from him.

He almost jumped up with excitement, his eyes fixed on the back, as if he was afraid that what he saw in front of him was just an illusion after his body and mind had collapsed.

It was a man, he was holding his hair in a bun, looking like a Taoist, as if he appeared out of thin air.

Xiao San desperately shouted to the man, but no matter how heartbreaking he shouted, the back figure was indifferent.

Xiao San was still unwilling, as if he had squeezed out the power of the divine soul, stood up and walked towards the man.

The distance between that person and Xiao San is not very far, but Xiao San feels that he is far away in the sky, one step, two steps, three steps... Fifty steps, one hundred steps. Until Xiao San fell down from exhaustion again, the distance between Xiao San and that person was still as far as it was at the beginning.

It was as if what separated the two of them was not distance at all, but an invisible force.

It's like two same-sex exclusion magnets, no matter how hard you try to get closer, one will always push the other forward, even if it's close, it's as insurmountable as a moat.

Xiao San finally collapsed, his breathing was weak, his heartbeat was unreachable, and his body began to be cold.

Before he died, Xiao San suddenly laughed, laughed very sadly, and laughed unwillingly.

He even wanted to cry, but a voice in his heart told him that men don't flick when they have tears!

When death quietly comes, the sickle mercilessly cuts down!

Xiao San saw in a trance that the "sun" that had been hanging high in the sky and was incomplete disappeared with Xiao San's last breath.

He's dead, really dead.