Ashes and smoke were everywhere. Duan Moyan covered her chest and coughed heartbrokenly. Physical tears were secreted in her eyes. She wiped it casually and her face was dark. Her vision was blurry, and she could only see a few shadows standing in front of her.

"Are you here to rescue?" she asked in a low voice.

"no."

Joyce moved his wings covered with fine wounds on his back and shook off some burnt feathers. He changed his position and let Duan Moyan sit on his left arm like a child, with her head leaning against his neck so that his right hand could be free.

"It was the fire you set." Joyce's eyes swept over the men opposite him, "Are you rebels?"

Duan Moyan's body stagnated. She turned her head to see that the people were not nervous when facing such a fire. They were covered with masks on their faces and couldn't see clearly, and only their eyes showed an excited light.

A tall and strong man weighed the steel fork in his hand. This was a tool for work, and the fork head was still stained with grass.

"Flame can bring new life, and the Federation needs a new order." He said in a hoarse voice.

"Why can only people in the third district of the Central District occupy more women? Why can't ordinary people get married? Children made of replacement uterus cannot be considered reproduction at all!" The rough big hand burst out with blue veins. This is the anger of a manual worker, "Give me the girl in your arms."

Joyce circled his wings into a semicircle, with a cold expression: "It's just that you are not qualified to ask for a wife to force yourself to snatch your rebellion so you're not qualified to ask for your wife?"

The man was so angry that he was angry, and the others behind him shouted: "Parliament, government, and army control most of the women, and we can't even see the face of the purifier. Isn't this true? You are also an officer, and the officers are all greedy devils, and you are going to die!!"

Duan Moyan was shocked by their howls. She originally thought that they might have had genetic madness, but she was wrong. These men were no longer normal. They were very rational and sober - this was a premeditated rebellion.

Listening to the rebel's clamor, Joyce sneered, he tightened his arms around the girl's left arm and slowly spread his huge wings. Behind him was a sea of ​​burning fire, and the fire shone on his wings, making the bright red feathers even more scorching.

"Only the weak will bark wildly, and the mice should stay underground."

The rebels were completely angry. They yelled and rushed up, using various tools as weapons, and constantly attacking Joyce and the other two. The average talent of these people is only B-level, but they cannot withstand many people. Moreover, Joyce has no weapons and has to protect Duan Moyan in his arms.

He wanted to fly away from here first, but once he left the ground, one of them would fire a nail gun. This kind of thing was originally just a daily tool and could not be considered a weapon at all, but when the nails were fired at high speed, they could easily penetrate the flesh and blood.

Joyce was afraid of being hurt by accident and could only turn around to avoid it. More scattered wounds appeared on her wings. The man holding the steel fork roared, and the sharp fork head suddenly stabbed him. Joyce turned around and controlled him. His wings shook, and the feathers like steel needles flew out and instantly pierced into the man's body. The latter was so painful that it hurt.

"You demon, I curse you that you will never get a woman in your life!"

"You tell me again?"

Joyce squeezed his right hand tightly, as if he was about to break the man's hand, but the next moment, Duan Moyan on the side exclaimed.

A man, who was probably frog's blood, spitted out his long and flexible tongue from his mouth and wrapped around her arm. The thing was wet and sticky and still squirmed. When the other person saw her being caught, he immediately rushed up to break Joyce's hand.

Duan Moyan struggled twice, and another short man directly grabbed her shoulder. He was very powerful and said in a miraculous manner: "The army is all devils, they are all devils who kill without blinking! If you leave him quickly, you will be brainwashed and you will become a slave to the nobles!"

Joyce was furious, as if fire was about to spit out of his eyes. He roared and kicked the man away with one foot. With a strong pull of his right hand, the frogman's tongue was held in the palm of his hand, and the sharp feathers gently stroked, and a piece of tongue fell to the ground, and the blood sprayed out. The man rolled on the ground in pain.

Seeing more suspicious rebels running from outside, Joyce turned around and glanced at the door that had been closed by the fire, immediately shaking his wings, hugging Duan Moyan and flying out of the yard.

"Don't think of running!!" Several people who could move caught up with him. The tall and strong man threw out the steel forks, and other people threw out some weapons and flew towards them. Joyce flexibly avoided them one by one.

"Uh..." Suddenly he groaned, his eyebrows slightly clumped, but his arms holding the person in his arms did not relax every minute.

The huge wings flew into the air with the two of them. They instantly moved away from the smokey guesthouse courtyard. Duan Moyan raised her face and took a few breaths of fresh air. She felt a little better when the fire in her lungs was burning.

Her vision gradually rose. She was frightened to find that not only here, but also in many places in the city, and those covered in the streets were covered with masks. They waved wrenches, iron rods, fire tongs, smashed the glass of the shops, injured patrol soldiers, and burned military cars. When Joyce flew over a building with federal flags on the roof, she also saw someone fighting with soldiers rushing out from inside.

Duan Moyan had no idea what happened. She was still peaceful last night, but today it turned into a rebellion in the whole city.

"What the hell is going on?"

Joyce's breathing became a little rapid, his Adam's apple rolled, and his speech was intermittent: "The democratic rebels have experienced frequent violence and chaos in the upper and lower cities over the years. It is difficult to catch without a clear leader."

Duan Moyan frowned and thought. Although what those people said just now was strange, it reflected things that ordinary people were concerned about. The collapse of a regime also began with ordinary people.

She hugged Joyce's waist, her feet hung in the air, and her whole body was hanging on him. But gradually, she felt a wet touch under her palm.

When she reached out, she saw that there was blood on her hands, and Joyce's clothes were already wet. She just couldn't see them because her military uniform was black...

"You are bleeding! Stop immediately! Joyce, stop immediately!" Duan Moyan's eyes widened in horror. She didn't dare to hug his waist anymore, so she could only stretch her arms around his neck. The latter's face gradually pale. Wherever he flew, blood dripped all the way.

"It's okay." Joyce said slowly, and it's safe to fly a little further.

"You have lost too much blood, you need to bandage!" Duan Moyan saw that his flying height was getting lower and lower, and they finally gradually moved away from the area where the chaos in the city center was the most frequent, and the surrounding area became quieter.

She looked at the roof of a house not far away, and leaped hard as Joyce glided. She hugged his neck and pressed it down. The exhausted man was easily controlled by her. The two fell on the flat rooftop. Duan Moyan hugged him and rolled twice on the ground, with her huge wings cushioning, so that she would not be scratched by gravel.

Duan Moyan sat up with Joyce's chest and gently shook his arm: "How are you okay, Joyce, wake up."

The man's face was pale, but his palms were still holding her arm tightly. A string of beads on his wrist rolled out from his sleeve. Duan Moyan glanced at him twice.

She reached out to his nose with her hands. Her breath was rapid and not weak. But at this moment, the blood on his body had begun to spread to the ground, accompanied by his scarred wings, which were so bright red that it was shockingly red.

Duan Moyan took a deep breath to calm herself down. She ran to the small door of the rooftop to inquire and found that the cottage was a classroom. There were no one at the moment. There were tables, chairs, benches and benches in the room, and a blackboard with electronic screens on the wall.

After confirming the safety of the environment, she ran back to Joyce and pulled his arm to let him lean against his shoulder. The man was too strong and became dead and dead once he lost consciousness. It was the limit to be able to drag a few steps. Duan Moyan used all her strength to move him to the side of the rooftop and let him lie flat in the shadow, so that it would not be easy to be discovered.

She searched Joyce's military uniform that was soaked in blood, and nothing else was except a knife on his waist and a pearl chain on his wrist. Duan Moyan used the knife to slowly cut his clothes with a knife, removing the clothes, revealing his scarred body below.

Two nails were embedded in Joyce's abdomen and upper arm, but the heaviest wound was on the waist. She cut the white shirt inside and found that there was a broken blade stuck under his ribs, and the wound was dripping blood.

Duan Moyan took a deep breath and expressed shock at the perseverance of the soldier again. Isn’t this person’s body made of flesh? He won’t even cry out for pain?

"You hold on, I'll go find water to clean the wound." Duan Moyan got up and wanted to leave, but he grabbed his wrist.

Joyce's face was covered with fine cold sweat. He looked at her tiredly with his eyes open, his lips fading, and he lost his former arrogance and passion.

"I know you hate me," he licked his dry lips, his throat was very dry, but he didn't want to stop talking. "When I first met in District 12, I knew you must not want to see me anymore. If I did those things, you must hate me."

Duan Moyan didn't shake his hand away and listened quietly.

"In your heart, Pei Ji and others are different. They are life and death partners, and I..." He stopped, as if he didn't want to say the desperate ending, "I am the garrison officer, and I have a lot of blood in my hands. The border line must not only defend against the prisons in the 12th District, but also against the fallen species in the no-man's area. There can't be any accident on the border line..."

Joyce turned his head and looked at her, as if looking forward to finding more changes in her face: "I'm sorry for this, I'm sorry for killing those innocent people in order to suppress the prisoners. But even if I'm cheating on me, can I..."

Duan Moyan stopped him from continuing to say something. She covered his mouth and forced him to close his eyes: "I'm almost bleeding and shocked, and I still have the strength to whine. Shut up, don't you want to live anymore?"

The girl took off her coat and gently covered her body to prevent her from catching a cold. She flexibly went down to the classroom through the small door on the rooftop.

The classroom was really small. She only found a small pot of water in a desk. There was no food or medicine. However, Joyce was seriously injured and had no choice but to tear off her pajamas and bandage him.

The iron nails and blades were pulled out. When they were out, the huge pain made his body spasm violently. Cold sweat wet Joyce's hair, and the water flowed down the clumping blood and flowed to the ground, gathering into a small pool.

"Have it over." Duan Moyan saw him gritting his teeth, his lips were bitten and his muscles were trembling. However, she was helpless at this moment, and could only use her own purification power to slowly flow into Joyce's body, trying to reduce his pain.

Perhaps the prayer took effect, his frown began to stretch, and his tense muscles gradually relaxed. Duan Moyan pressed his hand against his heart, and I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I felt the beating below gradually become stronger.

Then, she felt the power that Joyce gave back. It was very fierce, as if with the powerful wind blowing the world, people could tell at a glance that this belonged to the Sky clan.

This was also the first time she felt the feedback of the power of purification in others. Joyce's red power gathered at the bottom of Duan Moyan's roots, nourishing the tree to grow upward.

So amazing.

A thought flashed through Duan Moyan's mind.

After the treatment, Joyce fell asleep. Although the wound was bandaged, he seemed to be much better, and the bleeding had stopped in the most serious area.

Duan Moyan fed the remaining water into his mouth a few times, planning to go out to patrol the surroundings to see if there was any food, or to contact Pei Ji. Because of the hasty time, she didn't even wear a personal terminal, and Joyce's terminal had the authority to be an officer, so she could not use it.

Duan Moyan walked out along the gate. There was a road outside the classroom, but there was no one at this moment. It seemed that everyone was afraid of being involved in the violence. In the midst of the chaos, a dilapidated cart was left in the middle of the road, and I don’t know who left it.

She found clean clothes hanging outside a small house next to the classroom, and couldn't tell the difference between men and women, but the owner's door was closed at the moment, and he didn't know if anyone was at home.

Duan Moyan was holding her clothes and was about to go back and change to Joyce. As soon as she turned around, she suddenly found a figure standing in the middle of the road looking at her.
Chapter completed!