Saffron helped Tracy up with one hand and wiped away the white saliva flowing out of her with his sleeves. Freckles carefully spread his palms and held the back of Tracy's head to make her pillow more comfortable. Artest knelt down and looked at Tracy worriedly.
Qian.
Gordon did not move and continued to absorb blood and essence. Tracey was obviously addicted to coca. No one could help her, and he was useless in the past.
Life is limited and he will never do useless things. This was the oath he made when he was in a wheelchair.
"Xiao Cuicui, how are you? Can you make it through?" Saffron rubbed Cui Qian's vest back and forth.
"I feel so uncomfortable..." Tracey groaned in pain, her face was distorted, and her waist was hunched like a cooked shrimp.
"Don't be afraid, you will get over it soon. You can do it. Come on, drink more water." Freckles picked up the aluminum kettle, tilted the spout, and let the water flow into Tracy's trembling lips little by little, but she
He spit it out quickly.
"I can't stand it anymore, give it to me! I'm going to die, give me the potion! It's in the middle of Artest's back, give it to me!" Tracey screamed suddenly, her body twitching more and more violently.
Freckles turned to look at Artest and said dissatisfiedly: "Why haven't you thrown away the coca medicine yet? Didn't we agree that we should all quit the drug addiction together!"
Artest gave a bitter smile and said nothing. Saffron hugged Tracy to prevent her from struggling wildly, and explained: "You never came back. In order to find you, Artest and I had to take a coca potion each.
, Otherwise, if drug addiction breaks out on the way, who will fight the beast? We didn’t let Tracy take the medicine, and left a potion on Artai’s body, just in case.”
"It turns out it's for me." Freckles lowered his head in shock, but the barbarian boy patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "No, it's for us."
"For us." Freckles repeated quietly. Not for the ancestors, nor for the past.
Tracy grabbed the freckled leg, her hair was messy, and she sobbed with tears: "Please, give me the potion. I only need to take a sip, a small sip is enough. Little Queque, you are the best to me, you
Give it to me, give it to me!"
Freckles closed his eyes in pain, letting the opponent's sharp finger blades embed deeply into his muscles, and blood flowed out. Tracey looked at Saffron and Atai pleadingly, and they gritted their teeth and turned their heads, not daring to look at her eyes again.
"Damn it, give me the potion!" Tracey's forehead burst with veins, roaring like an enraged female animal. "You want to use it yourself, right? Stinky man, in addition to having one more ugly thing than me, you
What else? I am better than you, better than all of you!"
Saffron's eyes turned red: "I'm sorry, Xiao Cuicui. The drug addiction will pass soon, and you will be fine."
"Give it to me!" Tracey suddenly rushed towards Atai, Crocus and Freckles hugged her tightly. She stretched out her hands to scratch, writhed violently, and cursed at the top of her lungs. It didn't take long for the curse to turn into a scream.
She screamed, and the screams slowly turned into howls. Tracey's face was distorted, her mouth was open, and the smell of urine came from her soaked linen pants.
"Give me...a little...dignity." Her lips wriggled, her eyes rolled like dead fish, staring straight at Atai and the others, tears rolling down silently.
"Ouch!" Freckles punched the rocks, looking up to the sky and wailing. Saffron looked at Artai with tears in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "How about sucking her again? The last time?"
There was a struggling expression on Atai's face, and he put his hand into his back armor and fumbled around, and took out a tube of milky white medicine.
"Whoosh!" A cold light shot out, fast and hard. Artai's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had no time to react. There was a crisp sound of "bang", the cold light penetrated the potion, and the glass fragments and juice were scattered.
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splash.
"Little stool, what are you..." Saffron looked back at the direction where the cold light came from.
"Dignity cannot be given by others. You can only reach out and get it yourself." Gordon walked over, picked up the ice chrysanthemum dagger from the ground, and wiped off the liquid on it with a soft cloth. "Now give her the coca medicine. She suffered just now.
It’s all for nothing.”
Saffron's face showed a look of unbearability: "But Tracy is really dying, let's do it next time..."
Gordon shook his head decisively and glanced at the four Artests: "For us, no matter what we do, it is only this time, there is no next time."
Everyone was in suffocating silence, and Tracy's scream was like a saw, cutting their hearts intermittently.
"I can't bear it anymore!" Saffron hugged Tracy tightly and cried loudly. Freckles staggered up, ran to the river bank, and buried his head in the cold river water.
Gordon added: "Artest, don't just stand there stupidly. It's enough to have Crocus to keep an eye on Tracy. Hurry up and pack up these ferocious beast materials, find a safe place, and prepare to quit the drug addiction. It won't be long before the freckles are gone."
It will lead to drug addiction."
Artest looked at Tracy hesitantly and hesitated to speak. Gordon suddenly took action and grabbed Artest by the collar, his eyes sharp and cold: "Listen, you have to learn to control your emotions. Otherwise you will definitely die.
, do you understand?”
Artai looked at Gordon, nodded with difficulty, and turned to leave. Gordon also speeded up and absorbed blood. An hour later, everyone evacuated the place, crossed the river on a raft, and rushed to a campsite they built secretly.
Along the way, Freckles was exploring the road ahead, Saffron was carrying Tracey on his back, and Artest was pushing a wheelbarrow made of tree stumps, with a mountain of baggage piled on top of the cart. Gordon walked at the end of the team, observing as he went.
All around, while silently practicing a muscle relaxation technique according to the inheritance of Nishin Ryu.
Although his strength was restored, the muscles all over his body still felt tired, and his mind was a little dizzy, and he couldn't help but feel sleepy. But the more this happened, the less Gordon dared to relax his vigilance. On the way, he found a kind of dark red moss,
Put it in your mouth and chew it. This moss is sharp and thin, has a bitter and spicy taste, and can temporarily excite the nerves.
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Refreshing and refreshing.
Fortunately, they were lucky and did not encounter any ferocious beasts or people from the Blood Prison Society. After passing through large mushroom bushes and climbing over rolling sand dunes, they got into the vine forest, twisting and turning. The further they walked,
The vines are getting denser, and the vines and thick aerial roots are intertwined together, blocking the way. At first glance, there is no path ahead.
"The campsite has arrived." Artest whispered.
Gordon noticed the fallen leaves piled on the ground, with dozens of translucent thin threads hidden among them. Once touched, the trap would be activated.
Freckles skillfully crossed the thin line and walked to a large vine. He reached out and pulled it, and the entire vine opened like a door, revealing the dark and deep passage inside.
"Is this the residence of the Sand Cave People?" Gordon touched the solid walls. Where the moss was not covered, vague patterns were raised one by one. He carefully groped for a series of patterns, and after a moment he said, "It turns out this is
The secret cellar where they store their food.”
"Awesome!" Artest said in admiration and put down the unicycle.
The secret cellar is very large, divided into two rooms, front and back, each with an entrance and exit, and large crossbows are set up respectively. Strings of dried meat are hung on the wall of the front room, and bottles and jars are piled in the corners, some of which are filled with water.
, some contain pickled beans, which are the food supplies stored by Atai and the others.
Several hammocks made of hemp ropes were pulled up between the wall pillars in the back room. As far as Gordon could see, there happened to be five hammocks.
"Whether you are alive or not, that hammock will always be reserved for you." Artest whispered.