Professor Zhuang lowered his head, looked at the sleeping face in the glass cover, and sighed softly: "Even if he wakes up, will it be better for him?" You know, Di Jiu...... Eventually, they will die. ”

Fang Qingchen's voice was categorical, and there was a resolute determination that there was no return: "Even if you know each other for a moment, it is better than being ignorant forever." Even if Di Jiu must die, at least, Ah Han knew at the last moment that Di Jiu did not hurt him again, at least, in this life, he never missed it. At least, he can go through thousands of years of endless time without that hatred. ”

Professor Zhuang was silent, still keeping his head down, staring at Han for a long time.

After waiting for a long time, without seeing him move, Fang Qingchen finally gritted his teeth and reached out to press the control button: "You don't have to make a decision, just let me act recklessly, anyway, the responsibility is ......."

Professor Zhuang pressed it with one hand, and the powerful force made Fang Qingchen unable to earn a penny anymore, his eyes were still quietly looking at his sleeping student, and Fang Fang said for a long time: "I am a professor, I am a teacher." The decision should be made by me, and the responsibility should also be borne by me. ”

There are some things that I can't recall, a kind of desperation that I don't want to remember.

In the emptiness, there was not warm darkness, but a heavy, suffocating lead ash.

A minute, a hundred years.

Frozen time, frozen thoughts, frozen emotions, that bit of clarity are frozen in this viscous leaden gray, like a corpse buried alive, in the cold and damp coffin underground, maintaining eternal despair and distortion.

"Han. Han......"

Far away, someone is calling.

Calling sounds. It's intermittent, so faint that it seems to disappear at any moment.

"Han...... Han......"

Faint sound waves, writhing, struggling, in a sticky leaden gray. Ripples in circles and circles.

"Han...... Han......"

After passing through the barriers, the voice became clearer and clearer, ringing in his ears and in his heart, in every bit of his thoughts, every bit of thought.

"Han. Han......"

The lead-gray pieces were shattered, like gauze sticking to a wound, and they were peeled off from his flesh and blood.

The spirit seemed to be torn apart, the origin of life seemed to be full of holes, and the pain was extremely high with that call, he wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

All of a sudden, it was terriblely cold and terriblely dark.

He has always been a sleeper. I never knew that the darkness could be so desperate and terrifying, I was always a dull man, I never knew that the pain could be so unbearable.

"Han ......"

Who's calling him? Who insisted so much, refused to give up like that, one after another, like a dagger piercing into the depths of his already tired and weak spirit. It hurt so much that he wanted to curl up and scream, but he didn't know where his body was, where his throat was, how to make a sound, how to vent, and he didn't know. He is just callable. Who should I call?

The pain of the origin of life, the trauma of mental power. He couldn't hold back the slightest tremor, but the voice kept screaming, step by step, getting closer and closer, more and more clear, and as the powerful force forcibly invaded, his pain was also multipliing.

He gritted his teeth, but didn't feel it. He breathed deeply, but he didn't realize it. He trembled, he twitched, but he couldn't let his mind find his body, and it wasn't until at last the sound pierced his eardrums and shattered his heart that he finally screamed.

Next to the sleeping pod, including Professor Zhuang and Fang Qingchen, everyone looked at Han with solemn expressions.

Even a few students who had returned from the WTO and were still resting in the sleep pod, or who were so addicted to games that they didn't care about what was going on outside, were forcibly woken up by Professor Zhuang or dragged out to help.

First of all, he used the most advanced testing equipment in Xiaolou to confirm that even if he forcibly woke up, Han's injury would not cause life-threatening or irreversible damage, and then carefully debugged various machines to protect and treat Han's spiritual origin as best as possible, and then slowly stimulated Han's spirit, starting from the minimum intensity, slowly strengthening it little by little, little by little, that is, light and slight, to ensure that it would not aggravate the damage that Han's might receive.

Others surrounded the sleeping pod, stretching their mental strength as much as they could, ready to respond.

They watched as the sleeping countenance grew terrified and pale. They looked at the quiet body, and suddenly trembled like fallen leaves in the wind. They listened to the most sluggish classmate, gritting their teeth and gurgling, and their bodies twitched like a hundred diseases.

However, he still refuses to wake up from such pain, and he still refuses to wake up with such stimulation.

In the end, Professor Zhuang gritted his teeth and raised the intensity of the call one notch, and everyone clearly listened to the sound of crushing teeth, clearly focusing on the corners of Han's eyes, ears, and nostrils, a small amount of blood slowly overflowed, his hands and feet twitched, and finally screamed, and the whole person bounced up from the sleeping cabin, and his hands were desperately scratching in the void.

Fang Qingchen stretched out his hand beside him, and in time hugged Di Ahan, who popped out of the sleeping pod, tilted his head slightly, and avoided the danger of grabbing the fingers from his eyes, but there was an extremely long blood mark on his face.

At this time, Ah Han struggled and scratched his hands in all directions in the chaos, all of which were carrying his own extremely powerful and almost uncontrollable spiritual power, even if Fang Qingchen tried his best to defend himself, he couldn't resist the enemy, and he was scratched to the flesh, and the muscles on his face were rolled, which was extremely terrifying.

Fang Qingchen didn't even frown, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the injury on his face, he only gritted his teeth and used all his physical and mental strength to coerce Ah Han to prevent him from falling in the chaos and struggle.

At this time, Ah Han still hadn't woken up, his whole body was curled up and trembling in Fang Qingchen's arms in pain, his hands and feet were still twitching and moving, his throat was screaming one after another, extremely miserable, his facial muscles were twisted and terrifying, but his eyes were still closed, he still hadn't woken up.

Professor Zhuang and all the other students put their spiritual power on Ah Han, little by little, trying to heal his pain, try their best to calm and cushion the impact of his spirit, and numb and alleviate this terrifying pain as much as possible.

I don't know how long this kind of hold lasted, until Han's terrible screams gradually weakened until they were inaudible, until Han's hands and feet that had been clutching slowly fell weakly and no longer had strong hurtful power, until Han's body slowly stretched, no longer curled up and convulsed, but still weak and weak.

Professor Zhuang and a group of students, all of them were sweaty and heavy-clothed, extremely careful, and slowly withdrew their spiritual waves, while Fang Qingchen's body shook a few times, and finally he couldn't stand, so he could only support himself and Ah Han on one knee in time, barely holding on to the bodies of himself and Ah Han without all falling.

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Secretary Brown: Nalan has arrived home victoriously, and unfortunately told me that he thought that after giving birth, he would be able to wear back the clothes he wore before pregnancy, so when he went to the hospital, he happily hugged a lot of clothes, and then hugged them all back, haha.

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