Seeing that the tracking bomb was about to catch up with Meng Yuanchen, Meng Yuanchen gritted his teeth, and a colored pebble was thrown out of his hand, and when the tracking bomb was about to touch Meng Yuanchen's body, the pebble smashed on the warhead of the tracking bomb. The warhead instantly emitted a dark green light, and then the entire tracking projectile broke into several pieces and fell to the ground, producing a powerful explosion and bursts of black smoke rising up.

     Looking at the wisps of black smoke rising on the ground, Meng Yuanchen gasped heavily, and his rapidly beating heart slowly calmed down.

    He also took a risk this time, and even he himself could not guarantee 100% success. One disadvantage of this type of tracking projectile is that a slight impact from any object when it is about to explode will cause the tracking projectile to break, and then lose its target and explode anywhere.

    Meng Yuanchen just took advantage of this small flaw, and when the tracking bomb was about to explode, he threw the twenty-five-year-old gift given to him by Qixingjun, a magical small stone that would change color. By chance, the tracking bomb broke, and the crisis was resolved.

    Thinking of being twenty-five years old, Meng Yuanchen couldn't help but sigh, there have been enough tests this year, and I don't know what else I will encounter.

    Since this is a suburb, Meng Yuanchen easily found a hidden small cave and hugged the man in black inside.

    The man in black was still in a coma, Meng Yuanchen simply put the man in black on a ball of dry weeds, and came to a corner alone, his body slumped on the ground.

    His forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, his lips were pale, and he was trembling all over, the effect of the powerful anesthetic he had just given himself had passed. Now he could clearly feel the cool breeze entering the wound, and the pain of the wound gradually spread throughout his body.

    This kind of wound is something he has never had, although the wound has begun to heal slowly, he still feels that his stomach and back are opened, and there is a cool breeze constantly entering.

    This knife must have scratched the intestines. Meng Yuanchen thought so. For he felt that the food in his stomach had leaked out, hoarding in his stomach and bumping against his other internal organs.

     must not die! The wind and waves are coming, let a knife to solve, this is too uneconomical!

    Meng Yuanchen also had no choice, he didn't have any medicine with him, and he was not suitable to go to the hospital, so he could only wait for death so quietly.

    At this time, the breathing of the man in black gradually became heavy, his chest was undulating, beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead, and locks of hair on his sideburns were sticking to his cheeks.

    She seems to have had the most terrifying dream in this life, dreaming of losing the most important person in this life. She had a fear that she had never felt before, and she began to rebel violently in her dreams, and she wanted to change all this in her dreams!

    But she couldn't break free and fell into deep pain.

    Meng Yuanchen looked at her with a little pity, and he couldn't say what he felt in his heart. Now that even he himself didn't know if he would survive tonight, how could he have the leisure to help a woman who was lost in a dream to escape from a dream that would not have hurt her in the first place, not to mention that the woman in front of him was still the culprit who pushed him into the abyss of death.

    Maybe it is on the verge of death that people want to do something useless, leave behind those things or tasks that they thought were very important, and let everything disappear with their own death.

    Meng Yuanchen supported the ground with one hand, covered the wound with one hand, and stepped on the ground with both calves, and as soon as his body staggered to his feet, a pain in his abdomen made him sit down again.

    Meng Yuanchen has become accustomed to pain, he has been injured in any part of his body, and there is no pain he has not experienced. But the mood before death was something he had never felt before.

    Although there were several serious injuries that made him feel like he was going to die at any time, this time was different. He felt that he was still in a fog, and he finally spied a glimpse of the edge of the fog, but he had to say goodbye to the world and this fog forever.

      Die but don't understand, die in the unknown, how can you die happily?

    Meng Yuanchen once again forced himself to stand up, and stumbled towards the man in black not far away.

     I have a lifelong friendship with this man in black, but now I don't even know the name of this man in black, which is really sad.

    Meng Yuanchen walked to the side of the man in black and sat down quietly, every muscle in his body was tense, so as not to make too much noise and wake up the man in black's dream.

    No matter what kind of dream people have, whether it's a sweet dream or a nightmare, it's always rude to disturb their dreams.

    For Meng Yuanchen, more importantly, he didn't want the man in black to see what he was like as soon as he woke up. Now he was like a half-dead man, and his whole body was fluttering, as if his soul had been pulled out of part of it, and it would take his life immediately.

    His wound suddenly lost its pain, except that it didn't feel like he was walking on the ground, and the rest looked like an uninjured person.

    Meng Yuanchen stood up suddenly, and his mind suddenly turned a misty white due to lack of oxygen. When he first got up, he stumbled, almost fell, and staggered towards the outside of the cave. He couldn't let the man in black wake up and see his body. He also had to find himself a quiet and clean place to live, and he couldn't die too dirty.

    He was like a drunken old man, and every step seemed to fly, swaying from side to side, fluttering close to the light at the entrance of the cave.

    Just as he was about to walk out of the cave in one breath, a voice sounded behind him:

    You're back!

    Meng Yuanchen heard someone calling him behind his back, and thought that he had auditory hallucinations, and it was not strange for a dying person to be able to hear something strange. So he didn't look back and kept walking.

    There was a bewildered darkness ahead, and there was a mist at the entrance of the cave, like a door to another world.

    Meng Yuanchen's fluttering body told him that there would be no pain and no darkness in that world, and there would be a peaceful scene between heaven and earth.

    You're back!

     This voice echoed in Meng Yuanchen's ears again, stinging his brain.

    Who is calling him hoarsely?

    Meng Yuanchen had no strength to turn back, his body was no longer under his control, and an invisible one pushed him forward behind his back.

    Just when the strange appearance at the entrance of the cave was about to devour Meng Yuanchen's body, Meng Yuanchen felt that something behind him hugged him, and he hugged him very tightly, making him unable to break free and unable to move forward.

    "Don't go! Come back quickly! Aren't you a cold star who is not afraid of heaven and earth? Aren't you a cold star that can't be defeated by anything? How can you be so vulnerable?"

    Meng Yuanchen heard that it was the voice of the man in black, and every word of these words was deeply rooted in Meng Yuanchen's heart.

    He suddenly felt a tumult in his stomach, and all kinds of irrepressible emotions were put on the top of his head, and a mouthful of blood gushed out unconsciously. Blood fell to the ground in a hurry, and after Meng Yuanchen heard this crisp sound, his eyes turned black, he fainted, and he was unconscious.