The wind blew gently, and in the deep grass, the grass blades made a rustling sound when they rubbed, and it looked like a large blue wave.

However, in the middle of the sea of green, there was a place that collapsed like a large character, and even on the green leaves, you could see a little red blood that was almost dry.

Jing Fan slowly opened his eyes, and a sharp pain quickly came from his limbs, giving him the feeling that he had died once, even though he had already died once.

"It's really fate!" Jing Fan said slowly with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

As those clear pains came, the flood of memories quickly surged into his mind, making him remember all the things before at once.

At the last critical moment, the West Maniac appeared and threw him back into the spatial teleportation array, but because the energy of the spatial teleportation array was almost exhausted, when Jing Fan entered, he couldn't merge with the previous Ganyang at all.

It was even more because of the strength that burned blood in his heart at that time, so now lying in this deserted dense grass, he can't move at all.

Now, not only is there a lot less blood in his body, but the meridians in his body have also been completely broken in the final confrontation with Tianshanzi.

Jing Fan tried his best to control the last bit of will and strength in his body to communicate with his vitality, but no matter how he tried and tried, the vitality in the sea of qi did not move at all.

I don't know how many times I tried, but the light in the sky gradually dimmed, turning into a sky full of stars, constantly blinking his eyes, as if he wanted to say something to Jing Fan.

Jing Fan sighed slowly, didn't continue to try, lay on his back on the grass, looking at the blue sky, and the constantly twinkling stars in the sky, there was a rare touch of tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes.

And his memory is drifting farther and farther away with the night wind, and gradually has a feeling of nostalgia.

"Brother Chen Fan, you say, will people become stars in the sky after they die?"

A girl in a plain dress, her skin is better than snow, and she is delicate like the favorite treasure of heaven and earth, raised her head slightly, looked at the young man who was holding her, and asked softly.

Chen Fan raised his head slightly, looked into the sky, and a meteor dragging his tail suddenly passed quickly from the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He smiled faintly and said, "Maybe, there are so many people, and there are so many stars in the sky!"

The girl seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Chen Fan's answer, pursed her lips slightly, and looked at the night sky, with a hint of expectation on her delicate face polished like white jade.

......

"Li'er, where are you, I will definitely go back to find you!" Jing Fan said slowly with a look of determination in his eyes.

Thinking like this in his heart, Jing Fan didn't hesitate and tried again.

Time passed slowly, and the stars in the sky came and went, came and went, and so on about three times, and Jing Fan was finally able to attract a faint and almost negligible vitality.

However, there is still no way for Jing Fan to recover successfully, but this is always a good start.

Jing Fan was also secretly happy about this in his heart, but at this moment, the sound of horses' hooves and the shouting of the coachman suddenly sounded not far away, which reached Jing Fan's ears, making him excited all of a sudden.

If someone can take themselves out of here, the recovery will be much faster.

However, now Jing Fan has no reaction at all except for moving his eyes, and his weak breath is similar to that of a dead person, and what's worse is that he is now in the thick grass, and no one can find him at all.

The sound of horses' hooves and the shouts of the coachman were getting closer and closer, and Jing Fan was also anxious in his heart, but no matter how hard he tried, his voice seemed to be stuck, and he didn't make any sound at all.

At last the sound of the horse's hooves passed slowly, and just as the sound was about to leave, suddenly, a rabbit with colorful fur rushed out of the grass, and suddenly disappeared.

Just when the rabbit had just disappeared, not far away, an iron feather arrow was also mixed with the sound of breaking the wind and quickly came, accurately drilling into the body of the colorful rabbit.

Suddenly, the rabbit struggled twice and then stopped moving.

This is, not far away, a rough voice also came suddenly: "Haha, today's harvest is good, there is a colorful rabbit all the time, everyone has a good mouth tonight!"

As soon as the rough voice fell, several people quickly echoed.

As he spoke, Jing Fan felt that the owner of the rough voice was getting closer and closer.

Jing Fan suddenly felt a burst of happiness in his heart, and he was also grateful to the colorful rabbit in his heart, if it wasn't for this rabbit, he wouldn't have been found at all.

Just when Jing Fan was thinking like this in his heart, the owner of the rough voice also discovered Jing Fan, and immediately shouted in surprise: "Huh, everyone, come here, there is a person here!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man with a beard on his face also threw away the longbow and colorful rabbit in his hand, and ran over in three steps and two steps.

On the other side, several figures quickly followed, all looking at Jing Fan with a curious expression.

Jing Fan's eyes rolled, and among the few people who came, there were two middle-aged people and three young people who were slightly older than him.

Seeing Jing Fan lying there dying, these people immediately started to talk.

"Who is this kid, how can he be lying here, and he is so badly injured, and he is not dead? What a miracle!"

"Good boy, the muscles and veins in the body are broken, and he can still not die, looking at the way the grass and trees are pressed, he has stayed here for at least three days, the will to survive is really amazing!"

"Uncle Qiao, what should we do now? Are we going to save this kid back?"

Jing Fan saw it clearly, and one of the two young men who were slightly older than him looked at the middle-aged man with a beard on his face and asked.

A look of hesitation appeared on the middle-aged man's face, he slowly raised his head, glanced in the direction of the road, and then his eyes fell on Jing Fan's body.

Without waiting for Uncle Qiao to speak, another slightly shorter young man suddenly said unhappily: "Save him? We don't have enough food now, and along the way, we still have to hunt for a living, and when we reach the Valley of the Wicked, we still have to pay tribute, if we are not careful, this is a matter of losing our heads!

Uncle Qiao froze for a moment, glanced at the young man who spoke, and pondered slightly for a moment before he said: "Qiao Sheng, that's not what he said, as the saying goes, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, about this matter, let's still ask Miss's opinion, I think this child is really not easy, the injury is so serious, if it weren't for the strong will to survive, maybe this child would be hopeless now, and, since we met it, we should try it!"

As soon as Uncle Qiao's words fell, a woman with a good figure walked over, because she was wearing a veil, Jing Fan couldn't see the other party's face at all, and she could only feel that it would not be too bad.

The woman's gaze only faintly swept over Jing Fan, and she didn't speak, and after a little hesitation, she turned around and left.

Jing Fan was stunned in his heart, he understood what they had said before, it seemed that the middle-aged man called Uncle Qiao was obedient to the woman with the white veil, but if the woman didn't speak, it seemed that she was going to be left here forever.

Suddenly, Jing Fan's eyes were also surging with anxiety.

Uncle Qiao on the side also saw Jing Fan's eyes, and suddenly his heart softened, and he kept up with the pace of the woman in white, and begged: "Miss, just take pity on him, let's take him away, leave this wasteland, and when we get to the city, we will deal with it according to the situation!"

Jing Fan tried hard to turn his eyes to look over, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only hear the voice that came.

"Uncle Qiao, you know our current situation, we finally came out to transport the goods, according to our journey, the next situation is also more difficult, now there is no dry food, I don't know if we will cross the Valley of the Wicked by then, will the three wicked people let us go......"

The crisp and beautiful voice came, which made Jing Fan's heart cold, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

However, in an instant, Uncle Qiao's voice also came suddenly: "That's it, miss, from today onwards, I will only eat half of it, and then leave half for that young man, okay?"

There was silence, no one spoke, and everyone looked at Uncle Qiao like a fool.

Qiao Sheng, who spoke before, couldn't help but take over the conversation and said, "Uncle Qiao, why do you bother? This kid will die soon when he sees it, why waste our precious dry food? If you can't eat it, give it to me!"

Suddenly, some of the people who rushed over to watch discussed it with you and me, but almost no one supported Uncle Qiao's opinion.

Jing Fan also had a touch of disappointment in his heart, but just when he was about to be discouraged, a crisp female voice also sounded at this time: "Carry him to the utility car!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman with the white veil came straight in and got into a small unobtrusive carport in the midst of a group of carriages.

Hearing this, Uncle Qiao's face suddenly turned happy, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you, Miss!"

While speaking, Uncle Qiao also beckoned a few people to quickly lift Jing Fan and walked towards the glove car behind the convoy.

Jing Fan's eyes rolled and looked at Uncle Qiao, and there was a warm current flowing slowly in his heart.

"Child, don't worry, I'll try my best to make you better!" Uncle Qiao's gaze fell on Jing Fan's body and said slowly.

Jing Fan wanted to nod and say thank you, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.