Chapter five hundred and seventy-ninth: the withered flower of life
Yun Mo knocked himself unconscious again. His consciousness did not fly around like last time, but came to a sea of thunder.
Here, thunder surges, arcs jump, and dazzling lights flash, like giant snakes wandering in the darkness, exuding the power of destroying the world and destroying the world, which is extremely terrifying.
However, these thunderbolts did not harm Yun Mo at all, and even surrounded him very intimately, welcoming him as if they were welcoming the arrival of their master.
Yunmo passed through the endless thunder and walked step by step into the sea of thunder.
The interior space of the Sea of Thunder is so vast that at a glance, you can't even see the edge.
In the middle of the ocean, there is an orchid flower growing. The orchid petals exude the breath of life, making people want to get closer.
But at this time, this orchid, which has not yet bloomed, is already declining, as if something is sucking the life out of it, making its leaves gradually wither and become dull.
Yun Mo felt distressed for a while, but he also felt helpless. He didn't dare to touch it, for fear that his inadvertent movement would cause the flower to completely decay.
Yun Mo's intuition told him that once this orchid withered, it would permanently fall, turn into dust, and disappear.
But if you don't touch it, the flowers will wither quietly. It seems that they won't last long, and Yun Mo is a little worried.
Just when Yunmo was helpless, a beautiful woman with a shadow-like appearance walked out of the void, holding a small watering can in her hand. The clear water flowed on her bare feet, crystal clear and flawless.
Like carved jade.
A white dress is like a narcissus, dancing with the waves on the sea. The white lace on the skirt is gently fluttering, like a white butterfly in the water, beautiful.
After she saw Yun Mo, she smiled as sweetly as a flower.
Yun Mo recognized who she was at a glance. She was the soul living in his body, a sister who had been with him for a long time - Zhen.
Yun Mo was about to speak, but her really slender jade fingers were raised in a gesture of silence. She walked lightly and walked to the side of the flower.
Zhen squatted down and sprayed a drop of cool spring water from the small watering can in his hand, falling on the orchid.
In an instant, a miracle happened. The flower bones that were about to wither slowly regained their vitality and became lush and green. There was also a layer of crystal dew on the flowers, exuding a refreshing fragrance.
Yun Mo was inexplicably shocked. He couldn't believe it when he looked at it.
"The flower of life hasn't bloomed yet, so don't force yourself too much." Zhen stood up and said to Yun Mo with a smile.
"Sister Zhen, thank you." Yun Mo looked at the dew on the flowers and felt excited.
"Be good." Zhen kissed Yun Mo's forehead gently, then handed the watering can to Yun Mo, and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."
With that said, she turned around and left gracefully, as if she had never appeared.
The moment Yun Mo took the watering can, his spirit suddenly revived, and the feeling of fatigue disappeared without a trace. He slowly opened his eyes.
What catches the eye is an unfamiliar ceiling. It is so plain that it makes people feel like they are back in a hospital on Earth. The room is also filled with a medicinal smell, which makes people feel depressed.
The place where Yun Mo is at this time is indeed no different from a hospital. This is the sanatorium of the Knights. Injured knights, after being treated, will be sent here to receive specialized treatment and examination.
However, because Yun Mo released a group healing technique covering the entire city on the city wall, there was not a single wounded person in the sanatorium. Instead, Yun Mo became the only wounded person in this defense battle.
Therefore, almost all the senior members of the Knights of the West Wind came here to visit him.
Qin, Yora, Ying, Paimon, and Wendy were all there, and even Kaia, Sister Rosalia, idol Barbara, and others were also there, crowding out Ying.
Ying leaned against the wall, folding his hands on his chest, not looking very worried. He was obviously very familiar with Yunmo's situation. This came from the confidence of the main palace.
But the others were different. They gathered around the hospital bed with solemn faces and sad expressions, as if they were bidding farewell to the body.
Yun Mo was a little nervous because of them. What were they doing?
"Well, I'm not dead yet." Yun Mo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said weakly.