But the temperature is getting lower and lower, and there is not even a single dead branch or rotten leaf except sand and sand around, and it is impossible to make a fire. Painting Allure suddenly felt a little annoyed, and threw down the tattered coat after finishing painting during the day, and then it was a piece of cloth that was tattered, and it was good to cover his hands at this time.

In desperation, she had to hug "Cang Wunian" tightly, urging the pitiful mana in her body, so that each other's bodies could be less affected by the cold wind at night.

However, the weather always goes against people's wishes, and in the middle of the night, when the temperature is at its lowest, "Cang Wunian" finally starts a high fever.

In the cold desert at night, holding a feverish "Cang Wunian" is like holding a small stove, but there is no way to feel happy about it.

She fumbled around her waist for a long time, and finally found a small porcelain bottle, took out an elixir, and stuffed it into the mouth of "Cang Wunian" with great effort.

But at this time, "Cang Wunian" had already entered a coma, and he didn't know how to swallow the medicine when he stuffed it into his mouth, because he had a high fever, and his body was shaking involuntarily.

Painting Allure felt pain in her heart, gritted her teeth and put the medicine into her mouth, and then put her saliva in the water bladder, and waited until the pill melted, she put her lips to the lips of "Cang Wunian", and let the medicine in her mouth slowly flow into the man's mouth.

After feeding the medicine, Hua Chengcheng hugged him tightly in his arms. Hua Chengcheng smiled bitterly in his heart and comforted himself: Fortunately, the pill on his body did not disappear, and his mana could be recovered, which is probably a blessing in misfortune.

Early the next morning, when Hua Chengcheng woke up from exhaustion, her first reaction was to reach out and touch the forehead of "Cang Wunian", but to her disappointment, her body temperature only dropped slightly, but the man was still in a coma.

The sun came out, and the surrounding temperature gradually rose, and the painting fell into the city, so he hurriedly took advantage of this rare and more comfortable time to regulate his internal breath.

After she felt that she had regained a lot of strength, she did not choose to directly carry "Cang Wunian" on the road, but took off her middle coat, poured out some of the water in the water bladder, and then took out the mirage and dipped it in the water, and used her mana to draw a fox fur short coat first.

The reason why it is short, it is because her body shape is really too different from Cang Wunian, even if the whole dress is painted as a fox fur robe, Cang Wunian can't wear it, so she simply draws it short, and her middle coat can still have enough space to draw the fox fur wider.

The rest of the place was painted with two more water bladders and some simple food.

It's not that she doesn't want to draw more, it's that her middle coat is so big, and every inch she paints is an inch less, and her mana really doesn't allow her to draw anymore.

"Hey, I really can't imagine that one day I will be reduced to the point of dressing and eating with the treasure of the painting family. Hua Chengcheng smiled self-deprecatingly with the things he had drawn in his hand.

As soon as the palm was flipped over, the fox fur short clothes, food and water bladders disappeared, and the painting Allure picked up Cang Wunian and continued to hurry.

As she walked, she secretly prayed in her heart that this illusion must stop playing tricks on them, if even she suddenly lost her mana, the thing that had just been drawn would not be able to change back for the time being until her mana was restored. At that time, if the two poor men, who were no different from mortals, did not want to give up their lives here, they would have to give up the test and return to the sea.

"Since it is a test of perseverance, it must be that no matter how difficult it is, I must keep going until I cross the desert. Bitterness is bitterness, but I won't give up. Painting Allure walked forward with "Cang Wunian" on his back, and cheered himself up in a low voice.

Unfortunately, the pain will not be transferred by her strong will. When noon came, Hua Allure felt that she was more difficult to hold on to than yesterday, for the simple reason that the mana in her body was much weaker now than it was at this time yesterday. And yesterday's noon, she just dragged "Cang Wunian" away, but today at noon, she had to carry him.

In addition to the sound of his feet stepping into the fine sand, and the rapid breathing of "Cang Wunian" due to physical discomfort came from behind, in addition to the sound of his own ever-increasing gasps and violent heartbeat.

These sounds were mixed together, and Hua Chengcheng felt his ears buzzing, and his eyes were soaked in sweat. Every step was heavy, and every time I lifted my foot, I felt like my knees would fall to the ground at any moment.

No matter how difficult it is, you have to persevere, this has become the only belief in the heart of Hua Chengcheng.

When night fell, she took out the fox fur shorts she had drawn during the day and draped them over the body of "Cang Wunian", and ate something by herself to restore her strength.

"Cang Wunian" was still in a coma, unable to eat food, and could only barely drink some water. Painting Allure fed him another pill, and then snuggled up with him.

The night was cold and windy, and the painting with only one underwear on his body was so cold that his upper and lower teeth froze. Hurrying in this harsh environment, she found that her mana recovery was getting slower and slower, so that at this time, she was frozen like this, and she was reluctant to use a little more mana to keep out the cold.

In desperation, Hua Allure had no choice but to get into the fox fur shorts that "Cang Wunian" was wearing and stick to him tightly.

It's a good thing that this place is deserted, otherwise people would see her in a girl's house and hug a man in a shirt...... She was afraid that she would be ashamed of herself.

After another five days like this, the painting fell down no longer being able to support it.

It has been seven days since she woke up in this place, and she doesn't know how she carried these seven days. At first, her mana could slowly recover, albeit not much, but at least it would make her feel a little more comfortable during the coldest and hottest times of the day.

But in the last two days, she found that no matter how hard she tried, the dantian was as dull and painful as if it had been crushed, and she couldn't run her mana no matter what.

Her shoes had been worn out in the past few days, and there were already many blood blisters on her delicate feet. Without her mana, she walked in the desert with a woman's weak body on her back and a tall and straight man, and no one knows how many times she fell, or how many times she stubbornly stood up after her knees were blistered.

Hua Chengcheng only felt as if he had become a walking corpse, and there was only one thought in his mind: to go down and leave the desert with the man behind him.

All the pain in her body was gradually endured and adapted to by her, as if her hands and feet no longer belonged to her, the scorching sun and cold wind were not inflicted on her, the so-called burning and cold were all imagined by her, this was an illusion, and everything here could not stop her from moving forward.

Until the moment before he lost consciousness, he felt as if he had seen a magnificent palace, the door of the palace was open, and out of the door came a beautiful woman dressed in gorgeous clothes......

- Brother Wunian, did we fail in the end?

- Brother Wunian, painting is so unwilling!

- Brother Wunian, Hua'er doesn't want to give up, Hua'er wants to accompany you through the difficulties......

- But...... Hua'er is really tired, I don't miss my brother, I'm sorry, Hua'er can only come here......

......

When she woke up, she found herself lying on a large soft bed, a spacious, brightly lit room with a strange fragrance wafting through the air, and with her knowledge of the various animals and plants that emitted fragrance, she couldn't tell what spices had been added to the incense used by the owner of the room.

"You're awake. Suddenly there was a nice woman's voice at the door.

Painting Allure followed the prestige, and her eyes suddenly widened, because it was none other than Cang Wunian's mother, the current Shura queen of the Shura clan, Mansha.

"Beautiful aunt ......" the painting fell into the city's voice.

Mansha covered her mouth and smiled, "You girl, you are still the same as when you were a child, but you are getting more and more beautiful and moving." ”

"The beautiful aunt has won the prize. Hua Chengcheng's face flushed slightly, and soon she remembered that she was still in the test of the basalt pillar, and hurriedly grabbed Mansha's hand and asked, "What about Brother Wunian?

Mansha patted her hand and smiled, "Don't worry, Nian'er is fine." Oh no, I can't call him 'Nian'er' anymore. ”

Hua Chengcheng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Beautiful aunt, what do you mean by this?"

A strange look appeared on Mansha's face, a little embarrassed, a little helpless, and a little stunned.

She said quietly: "Three days ago, I found you fainting at the gate of the Lieyang Palace, so I brought you back. To be honest, I was really shocked to see his current appearance. When my sister Akasha learned that he had returned, she rushed to see him and made up for the missing wisp of soul in his body. So...... He has fully recovered, and is no longer the 'mindless' you know. ”

"By 'he', do you mean ...... Is the Shura King delusion?" The voice of the painting was trembling, she didn't know how she asked this question, she only felt that her heart seemed to be dripping blood.

Mansha's face flushed slightly, "Well, he's back, our king is back......"

Even if she was mentally prepared, when she really heard the definite answer, there was a buzz in her mind for some reason, she could clearly see that Mansha's lips were still open, but she couldn't hear what she was saying at all, and there was an indescribable pain that rushed from her chest to the top of her head.

With a "wow", a large mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the painting allure uncontrollably, and she saw Mansha's face suddenly become panicked, as if she was still talking to her about something, but she couldn't hear it clearly.