Chapter 18: The End of the World
Brother Chen, what is the situation with my brother Mo.
"Not much of a problem"
"You don't have long eyes when you walk," Chen Ping scolded with a smile looking at Shuyang with an embarrassed look.
"Grass, you still talk about me, go back and pay me glasses"
Shortly after the group left, the surface of the playground, where Mo Li had vomited blood, began to crack.
On the other side of the globe, the glaciers are rapidly melting, the sea is flooding with huge waves, the sun, moon and stars are swaying as if they are about to fall at any moment, and everything is calm in a moment.
In the distance, some people stared in shock at what had just happened in front of them, rubbing their eyes repeatedly to make sure that everything that happened was just an illusion, and finally shook their heads and left.
This scene happened to be seen by an astronomer, who has been going crazy since then, drawing and reasoning at home, throwing waste paper one after another on the ground.
After more than a month of sleepless sleep, the astronomer looked into the distance with trembling hands and finally fainted to death.
Before he died, the astronomer held a drawing in his hand tightly, and when he opened it, he saw that it was not the plan of the earth, but what it showed was that the sun, moon and stars fell on the earth one after another, the mountains were broken, the earth was deeply invisible, and the sea gradually swallowed the land. At this time, we will see that it is noted under the paper, a certain year and a certain month, the end of the world.
Having said that, the cracked ground surface around the center of Mo Li's vomiting of blood gradually returned to its original appearance, the difference was that a small green tree gradually came out of the ground where he vomited blood, and the small sapling was surrounded by colorful light, and at this moment, whether it was working, sleeping, or listless, people who were at work, sleeping, and listless within a thousand miles felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and calm, and even some patients were cured of all their illnesses in that instant.
The colorful light of the little sapling is only fleeting, and then it becomes an ordinary tree, blending into the world.
Mo Li, lying in the infirmary at this time, Yuqing's eyes beside the bed were already red and swollen from crying.
"You guys go out, let him be quiet, rest assured, he is only in a short coma, and he will wake up in a while," a female nurse who was giving Mo Li a needle said to Chen Ping and the others, and reassured them not to worry.
Yuqing was still relieved after listening to the nurse, and wanted to stay with Mo Li, and finally after the nurse's persuasion, she had to follow Chen Ping and them out of the infirmary.
Outside the door of the infirmary, Yuqing went out of the infirmary and did not look for a place to sit down, but stopped at the door, looking at Mo Li on the hospital bed through the glass above the door, if Mo Li didn't wake up, I am afraid that Yuqing would always be there with Mo Li.
When Mo Li fainted, although he lost consciousness, he saw some fragmented pictures, as if he was in a dream.
In the dim sky, wild sand, torrential rain, lightning and thunder, a red spear pierced a man's chest in the staggered mountains, and then crackled magic weapons smashed into the man.
At this time, a strangely shaped scimitar flew towards the man, and when the scimitar flew back to the master, he saw that the man on the ground began to crack and cracked from his back down his waist to his feet
The man on the ground didn't look back, dragged the heavy big knife to a distance of a zhang, and picked up the woman lying on the ground, obviously at this time the woman's breath was completely gone.
The man gently stroked the woman's face, and two lines of hot tears fell to the ground along the corners of his mouth.
With tears and rain on his face, the man turned his head viciously to stare at the crowd in the air, and roared into the sky, which was earth-shattering, and the mountains were reduced to fragments and flat ground inch by inch.
The man picked up the woman in his arms and looked forward, one step, two steps, "We're almost home," the man whispered to the woman in his arms.
At this moment, a flying sword in the sky broke through the air and rocks, and with a tearing whistling sound, it penetrated Mo Li and the woman in his arms, Mo Li looked at the flying sword in his chest and kissed the woman in his arms and finally lay in a pool of blood.
"Oops, it hurts me to death," Mo Li opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on the operating table for no reason, so frightened that Mo Li quickly pulled out the "instrument" on his body and jumped off the operating table.
Mo Li clenched his hands into fists and put on a fighting stance, "Are you planning to dismantle me?"