Four-four-eight: The last fifteen days
"Ahhh
Sit up like a shrimp that has been poked in the stomach.
Zhao Aotian looked around, and it took two or three seconds before he reacted.
"I... I am back?! ”
Everything just now was like a dream.
After a while, he reacted and looked at Kinge next to him.
Jin Ge lay quietly, his hands and ten fingers crossed on his abdomen, with a regretful smile on his face.
Serene, as if asleep.
Tears poured out once again.
Next to him, Yang Jian squatted down and patted him on the shoulder: "He is a great teacher, he died without a trace of pain, this is the best ending for him." ”
"I know...... I know~"
Zhao Aotian knew that Jinge's death was a kind of happiness for himself.
But... But...
Tears just can't be controlled.
"Teacher......" gently shook Ginge's hand and called him sincerely again.
But this time, Ginger would never respond again.
In this world, there is no one who will call him Xiao Zhao anymore.
"How's it going?!"
Outside the door, everyone heard the movement and hurriedly broke in.
They all knew about Situ Xing's substitution.
When everyone saw Jin Ge under Zhao Aotian, everyone understood what was happening.
The whole room suddenly fell into mourning.
"Lao Zheng! How is Lao Zheng?! ”
For a long time, Zhao Aotian barely walked out of his grief.
He immediately found that Zheng Qian, who was lying on the hospital bed next to him, seemed to have no reaction.
Hurriedly got up and rushed to the bedside.
Seeing this, everyone also rushed forward.
However, the reality once again shocked everyone.
I saw that Zheng Qian didn't move at all, as if there was no change at all.
Zhao Aotian tried his breath and found that Zheng Qian's breathing had recovered, and his heart had begun to beat.
But why, he didn't wake up?
"Yang Jian, what's going on?" Zhao Aotian's mind exploded as soon as he buzzed.
He grabbed Yang Jian's shirt and shouted.
If Yang Jian was playing tricks on himself, Zhao Aotian would definitely want him to survive and not die.
And Yang Jian's face was also full of confusion at the moment: "Impossible, his soul has returned to its place, and the reintegration with his body is also perfect."
It stands to reason that he should have recovered and woken up, but there is no reason. ”
"But he didn't wake up!!" Zhao Aotian grabbed his collar and shook it vigorously: "What the hell is going on?" ”
"You... You wait. ”
Yang Jian said, stepped forward to take a closer look, and injected divine power into Zheng Qian's body, checking every cell in his body.
But the final result of the inspection was ...... Nothing out of the ordinary.
The foundation of the divine system, the soul, the physiology, and the brain activity, there is no problem with it.
"It's strange, it stands to reason that in this state, Zheng Qian must have woken up."
Yang Jian lowered his head and pondered.
Finally, he saw a tear slipping from the corner of Zheng Qian's eye.
In an instant, Yang Jian seemed to understand something.
"He may not wake up for a while."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Aotian was anxious: "What does it mean that you can't wake up?" We have been busy for a long time, and Mr. Ginger has died, and you tell me that he can't wake up? ”
Yang Jian didn't get angry, but sighed helplessly: "It's not that there is something wrong with our method.
On the contrary, you and Jin Ge are doing a good job, and Zheng Qian has come back to life.
But he didn't wake up, not because of failure, but because... Heaven wouldn't let him wake up. ”
"Heaven won't let him wake up?" Zhao Aotian was puzzled: "Didn't we already pull him out of the Heavenly Dao?" ”
Yang Jian nodded, and gently pressed one hand on Zheng Qian's chest: "How can it be so easy, the way of heaven is the condensation of the thoughts of all things in the world."
In essence, we are deceiving the Heavenly Dao, I am afraid that before Zheng Qian is about to wake up, he will be detected by the Heavenly Dao, right?
Although he couldn't pull his soul back, I am afraid that before Zheng Qian woke up, the Heavenly Dao launched an attack on his spirit, although it was only for a moment, but it cut off the connection between his spirit and body.
As a result, he is now trapped in a state similar to that of a pseudo-vegetative person. ”
When Zhao Aotian heard this, he hurriedly asked, "Then is there any way to wake him up?" ”
Yang Jian shook his head helplessly: "It's useless, his spirit is now hit hard by the retaliatory blow of the Heavenly Dao."
A strong person of his level will definitely recover, but how long it will take to recover and wake up depends on his own willpower.
At least for now, he can't wake up. ”
"Can't wake up?"
Zhao Aotian looked at Zheng Qian blankly for a few seconds.
Suddenly, he erupted as if out of control.
Grabbed Zheng Gan's collar violently, and he roared loudly: "Old Zheng! What the hell are you doing?! Why don't you wake up?!
Teachers are dead for you! We are all waiting for you! What are you sleeping here?!
Do you want your teacher to die in vain? Lao Zheng! I know you can hear me, wake up! ”
"Aotian! Don't do that, Aotian! LSP, don't just look at help. ”
"Huh? Oh! ”
If it weren't for Kacher and Zheng Sepi rushing up to stop him in the first place, his slap would really have slap Zheng Qian.
But no matter how Zhao Aotian made trouble, Zheng Qian was stunned and didn't move.
He let go of his hand and lay down again with a pop.
At this moment, Zhao Aotian, who was as strong as this, finally couldn't bear the grief and loss, fell to the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly.
The teacher is gone, but my best friend can't wake up.
No one can accept this fact.
"I'm just your friend... Lao Zheng... Wake up... Wake up~"
At this moment, the whole room fell silent.
Only Yang Jian fell into deep thought.
Why Zheng Qian?
The way of heaven is the foundation of all things, it will not be looked at by anyone, it will not become anyone's friend, and it will not deliberately be hostile to anyone.
But now it wants to restrain Zheng Gan, even if Zheng Qian deceives it, it can't be sideways for such a small individual as Zheng Qian.
Why?
Unless......
Zheng Qian's existence shook the foundation of the Heavenly Dao: guiding the torrent of the times.
Is this possible?
Everyone is born in the Heavenly Dao, so anyone who does anything is in the torrent of the times, and it is destined.
Unless he is not a person of this world, his soul was not born from the Heavenly Dao.
Yang Jian really couldn't figure it out.
Everyone looked at Zhao Aotian, who was crying silently, and fell into endless sadness.
finally saved Zheng Qian, but unexpectedly, all he saved was a living dead.
On this day, the sun rose slowly, but Chuandong fell into endless sorrow.
Hope, which did not rise with the sun.
… Three days later...
"Aotian, your beard has grown, shave."
In Jiangxi City, Zhao Aotian stood in the stands, inspecting the training of the soldiers.
Empty eyes, as if there is no soul.
Xiao Chiyi stepped forward, gently held his hand, and said with concern: "Take a break, you haven't rested for a long time." ”
"I can't."
He lowered his head, looked at his lover, felt sad, and said like a mantra: "The human race has not won yet, Zheng Qian has not woken up, I must work hard together for the sake of the old Zheng and the teacher."
”
"But ......"
Xiao Chiyi still wanted to say something, but when he saw his ethereal eyes, he knew that it was useless to say more.
Although Zheng Qian was saved, he couldn't wake up.
Is this a success or a failure?
It is natural that Zhao Aotian will suffer such a big blow.
And now, without Ginger, there is not even a person who can enlighten him.
At this moment, how painful Zhao Aotian felt in his heart, Xiao Chiyi couldn't imagine.
What drives him to work hard in military training now is just the agreement with Zheng Qian and Jin Ge.
"How is Lao Zheng now?"
"Miss Cat Nanbei is taking care of him."
"Yes." Zhao Aotian's expression seemed to relax a little: "If there is any news, notify me as soon as possible, you go to rest, and I will bring the soldiers again." ”
When Xiao Chiyi heard this, he wanted to say something, but saw that Zhao Aotian had already turned his head.
Looking at his back, she pursed her lips, but in the end she couldn't speak, so she could only leave silently.
At this time, there are still 15 days before the decisive battle.
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