The throbbing in the eye sockets appeared along with the feeling of fullness, and even though the skin and flesh of Gao Wuwu's body were still in a charred state, his movement was no longer restricted at this time.

The smell of blood wafting through the tip of his nose sounded with Xu Jiaming's muffled snort, and at this moment he clearly understood what the ghost's lips and tongue were chewing.

A steady stream of vitality poured out of his body, and Gao Wuxiao could feel something breaking out of the cocoon in his eye sockets.

In the next second, a pair of clear eyes rolled out of his empty eye sockets, and the round eyeballs fell into them, and the corners without eyelids were full of tiny bloodshots.

Everything in the field of vision was like a layer of fog, and the eyes of the newborn could not quickly fit the body, but it was enough for Gao Wuxian to see Xu Jiaming who was holding his shoulders in front of him and still leaning forward to his body.

"Ahhh

A hoarse shout spilled out of his throat, and Gao Wuxuan endured the biting pain between his skin and flesh, and pushed his hands forward violently.

was pushed to the ground by Gao Wuxian, who suddenly burst out, Xu Jiaming, who was holding his shoulders, his face was as pale as gold paper, and the cold sweat oozing from his forehead was like a waterfall.

He gritted his teeth, and his left arm was gone.

The ghost's lips and tongue also closed their mouths after feeling the food passed to their mouths disappear, but the vitality it produced after eating had not yet been cut off, and Gao Wuxiao's body was recovering at a very fast speed.

It didn't take long for Gao Wuxian's vision to return to normal, and even his vocal cords could tremble.

Although he still showed a high degree of burns, he knew that he was now back to the point where he could move freely.

Gao Wuxuan supported the ground with one hand, stood up slowly, and stared at Xu Jiaming stunned with his eyes without eyelids, his voice was as ugly as a broken bellows: "Xu Jiaming...... I was able to recover my ...... on my own."

Stared at by his hideous face, Xu Jiaming's pale face showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and he said softly: "Doesn't it take time for you to recover by yourself?" What if we are attacked then......"

"It's not that you don't know, I'm just a helpless waste, without you and Ning Ting, I wouldn't have known where I would have died."

Gao Wuxiao was silent about Xu Jiaming's self-indulgent words, he didn't understand why Xu Jiaming could have the consciousness of giving his life, but he seemed so inferior.

Gao Wuxian's eyes fell on Xu Jiaming's severed arm, and the wound that broke shoulder-to-shoulder may be because it is too clean, or it may be because the ghost's lips and tongue are too efficient in eating.

The flesh and skin were scraped clean, and only a small half of the stubble remained, and the blood did not flow badly.

But if it is not dealt with effectively, it is only a matter of time before Xu Jiaming bleeds to death.

Retracting his gaze, his unharmed lips biting his teeth, he turned and walked towards the stairwell with the sound of carbon chips falling out.

"You stay here for a while." His voice was emotionless, as ugly as a bellows: "I'm going to find you something......"

The sharp pain of the broken arm made Xu Jiaming's mind a little blurred, but the words left by Gao Wuxuan made him feel more intense pain than the broken arm.

"High ...... Harmless"

He forced his spirit and shouted in a low voice, he was really afraid that Gao Wuxian would leave like this, leaving him alone here.

Hearing Xu Jiaming's voice, Gao Wuxiao tilted his head slightly, and Xu Jiaming's face was extremely painful, and the look in his eyes was extremely familiar.

Fear of being abandoned, fear of being thrown away.

His heart sank suddenly, Gao Wuxuan turned his head, and secretly thought to himself, maybe this is the way he looks at his parents, right?

Thoughts are surging, Gao Wuxiao's desire to go home can't stop expanding, 30,000 lives, he only needs 30,000 lives to go back.

He can't die, he can't die here, and Xu Jiaming is the same.

The eyeballs without eyelids were hanging in the sockets, and Gao Wuxiao's skinless face trembled slightly, and he forced his emotions and whispered, "I will be back." ”

Gao Wuxian's words fell, Xu Jiaming seemed to have eaten a reassuring pill, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep with a smile.

Gao Wuxiao listened to Xu Jiaming's soothing breathing, and didn't know whether it was to him or to himself, and muttered again: "I will definitely come back." ”

Touching the wall with one hand, he walked a little stiffly towards the fifth floor.

Where, he remembered something, and the sound of rotten meat slapping on a cutting board was still in his ears.

All the way to the fifth floor, looking left and right, there was still no change here, his heart moved, Gao Wuxiao put away the tar that blocked the ear piercing, and listened carefully, and after a while he heard the ugly sound again.

Without any hesitation, Gao Wuxuan rushed forward abruptly, straight to the source of the sound, he could wait, but Xu Jiaming couldn't afford to wait.

With a wrong step, Gao Wuxian stopped the momentum of rushing forward, and the goal was a mountain of meat.

The normal-sized head was on top of Roshan, the gray pupils protruding from the sockets were full of hunger, the bright red lips were full of sharp teeth, and some flesh could be seen chewing between the opening and closing of the teeth.

"It's ugly, but the quality should be good."

Rubbing his fingertips lightly, the little tar left in his palm condensed into two rough knives, and his left hand was already dipped in blood.

Xu Jiaming didn't have much time, and he killed Roshan as fast as he could.

Gao Wuxian's arrival seemed to arouse Roshan's interest, and the gray eyeballs that bulged out of the eye sockets slipped and fell on him.

The deformed hands leaning on both sides of the corridor propped out, and the whole Roshan was pulled up out of thin air.

At this time, Gao Wuxiao noticed that the Roushan monster had legs, but because the legs and feet were too short compared to its body, and they were all pressed under the rotten flesh on the buttocks and belly, so they turned a blind eye.

And this Roshan also acted in an unusual way, after it supported itself with its arms, the whole Roshan swung forward, and the fat on the buttocks and belly smashed down, and the sound of rotten meat smashing on the cutting board was heard by Gao Wuxian.

But although its movements seemed slow, it could jump several times in a row between breaths, and in a short time Roshan was already in front of Gao Wuxian.

The stench on his face made him frown, and his blood-dipped palm tightened suddenly, and as he swung out, a scarlet blood flashed out.

Feeling the weakness of the instantaneous flow of blood, Gao Wuxian's left hand was raised, and two tar knives suddenly shot out.

Roshan, who was in the air, had not yet dodged the blood-dipped knife, and the tar knife that flew was already embedded in its palm supporting the wall, and the penetration of the tar easily penetrated the flesh of Roshan's palm, and it flipped out under the control of Gao Wuxiao, and the whole tar knife turned into a spreading cobweb, binding Roshan's hands tightly to the wall.

Roshan, who has lost the ability to move, is nothing more than fish on the chopping board, followed by Gao Wuxian, who holds the blood in his hand, and splits Roshan in two like a hot knife cutting butter!