The werewolf's behavior was extremely crazy. [Ran^Text^Library] []

It kept opening its mouth, spewing out beams of red flames.

And relying on the red flame to open the way, keep running towards the depths of the forest, rushing, running.

Luo Qi looked at the werewolf who was acting crazy, but was getting farther and farther away, although his heart was still haunted by puzzles and doubts, but he was still the pioneer who took the opportunity to rush out of the forest with the flame horse under his crotch.

When they entered the forest, there were more than 100 people, but only two people could get out of the forest.

Luo Qi landed behind Li Yuangang and the others, and carefully put Zheng Yimao, who was already stiff and foaming at the mouth around him, back to the ground.

After doing all this, Luo Qi quickly turned around and looked at the people behind him, but found that He Shiyun, Chen Qian, Du Li, Xu Ruoyu, Zhang Chunjun, Yu Tong, Hao Hao, Xu Shi, Ouyang Ke, Xu Mengtang and Xu Deyang were all looking at him.

Zhang Chunjun, Xu Ruoyu, and He Shiyun's faces have clear tear stains.

He Shiyun hugged him and had shrunk back to the size of a domestic cat, but he was already depressed, and his back was mottled with bloodstains, and he was already a white cat curled up in a ball.

Wu Jin's head was lying in Zhang Chunjun's arms, and there was no trace of blood on his face, only pure paleness.

That paleness, as if containing some kind of magic power, attracted Luo Qi in an instant, and he could no longer take his eyes off that face.

Luo Qi's steps were a little staggering, and she looked extremely eager.

He walked up to Wu Jin and lowered his head to look at Wu Jin.

At that moment, he felt that his heart was completely silent.

In my ears, I can no longer hear any other sound, and in my eyes, I can no longer tolerate anything else.

The man is gone, but the face remains.

Is it because people are too young when they die?

Or is it that the person did not die at all, but was just born of a serious illness and fell unconscious.

"Teacher Wu."

Luo Qi was silent for a long time, and finally opened his mouth and called softly, "Teacher Wu." ”

Wu Jin didn't respond to Luo Qi, so Luo Qi shifted his gaze from Wu Jin's face to Wu Jin's chest.

A large hole was made in the red-stained placket of the garment, and in that hole was a wound that no longer bled but could see the internal organs.

Luo Qi saw the wound clearly, her whole body shook slightly, and her lips immediately trembled.

"Old Teacher Wu."

Still calling slightly, Luo Qi's eyes were full of tears, and her voice became stammering.

Before the disaster, Luo Qi and Wu Jin had a teacher-student relationship.

After the disaster, Luo Qi and Wu Jin, He Zeng were not teachers and students.

In those days, Luo Qi never called Wu Jin's name directly, even if Wu Jin asked for it, he still called Lao Wu affectionately.

On the way to Emei, someone in the team will die.

Luo Qi had expected this.

But when Wu Jin was breathless, he lay in front of him.

At that moment, Luo Qi suddenly realized that the grief in her heart would be so strong.

It was so strong that with Luo Qi's self-righteous determination at this time, he could hardly hold himself.

It was only then that he realized that he was far more vulnerable than he had imagined.

It was only then that he realized that he was not as strong as he thought.

"Old teacher."

called lightly again, but found that Wu Jin still did not respond, and Luo Qi could no longer suppress the sadness in his body.

Tears welled up in his eyes, slid over his now slightly pale face, converged on the tip of his chin, and then trickled down one by one.

Luo Qi clenched her teeth, didn't choke out, and closed her eyes tightly, but she couldn't stop the tears flowing from her eyes.

He only felt a pain in his heart, so he covered his left chest with his right hand, and held the black shirt on his chest tightly in his hand.

"Ah~!!"

Luo Qi raised his head and let out a desperate roar towards the extremely high sky.

His voice, like a crisp flute played alone in the endless wilderness, is both high-pitched and expansive, but also enduring.

His voice was like the whimper of a lone wolf abandoned by his loved ones in the wilderness, which seemed both helpless and weak.

"Xiao Luo."

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu he, he."

Zhang Chunjun was in tears, sobbing and couldn't go on, he could only look at Luo Qi, who was crying sadly, and wept bitterly again.

The cry of grief gradually stopped.

Luo Qi, who closed his mouth, slowly lowered his head, looked at Zhang Chunjun, who was crying bitterly, was silent for a moment, and then moved his gaze to Li Yuangang, who was sitting not far away and kept his head down.

The look on Luo Qi's face was a little hideous, and his tone was extremely eager, but his voice was hoarse at this time.

"Yuan, Yuangang."

"Who did all this?"

subconsciously bit the word "who" very hard, two scars of crimson appeared between the eyes, and in the bloodshot pupils, the earnest gaze seemed to be a bonfire that had been lit, which looked hot and sultry.

Greeting Luo Qi's gaze, Li Yuangang still lowered his head and didn't make the slightest response.

"Yuan Gang."

Luo Qi raised his hand, wiped the tears on his face, then frowned, ran to Li Yuangang's side in a few steps, and bent down to visit.

He saw Li Yuangang's face clearly, and was frightened by Li Yuangang's pale face at this time.

When he took a closer look, he found that Li Yuangang's eyes were wide open, but his eyes were already dilated.

Li Yuangang is already in a coma.

“。”

Luo Qi looked at the miserable white round face, looked at the eyes that would rather be loose than closed, and was silent for a while before straightening up.

He looked away from Li Yuangang and looked ahead of him with his face, the shattered ground covered in thorns.

He pursed his lips slightly, then let out a sigh.

He no longer shed tears.

Because he knew that there was something more important waiting for him to do.

At this time, he can't fall into sadness.

Because of grief, the deceased cannot rest in peace.

Luo Qi raised his head slightly and glanced at the vast forest not far away that was being ravaged by countless giant trees and a pitch-black figure......

Then, he turned his head and, out of the corner of his eye, glanced behind him.

"Who is it?"

"Who did that?"

"Tell me, sister-in-law."

Hearing this, behind Luo Qi, except for Zhang Chunjun, who kept crying, the rest of the nine people all looked at He Shiyun.

He Shiyun met everyone's eyes and sighed slightly.

She lowered her head, looked at Xiaobai curled up in her arms, and said, "It's a werewolf." ”

"A werewolf with black hair and a height of three meters."

Hearing this, Luo Qi pursed his lips slightly and turned his head.

At that moment, the red flame light penetrated Luo Qi's eyes.

His gaze crossed the distance and converged on the tiger wolf above the vast forest, which was still moving wildly, but no longer spewing red flames, but relying on its limbs to move quickly among the giant trees.