"Uncle Peng, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Mo Han quickly stretched out his hand to support Peng Yu, his hands felt cold, and the severe cold of the Snake and Scorpion Desert had invaded his internal organs.
"Go quickly, don't worry about me, as long as you are safe." Peng Yu's peak cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building is not enough to lead Mo Han to gallop for more than ten kilometers in the cold environment of the Snake Desert. But before, he was worried that Mo Han would be hurt.
, Peng Yu has been persevering with her spirit.
When he knew that the severe cold had not caused any harm to Mo Han, Peng Yu's persistence also dissipated, so she fell down as soon as she hit the ground.
Everyone's psychology needs a kind of persistence, faith, worship, madness, depravity, love, hate, love, hatred, no matter what, there must be one of them, otherwise how can we go on strong.
Mo Han cried, this was the first time he cried, the first time since he could remember: "Uncle Peng, I will take you away, you have to hold on, no matter what the circumstances, I will not allow you to leave, nor will I
I will leave you alone."
Mo Han's immature body stumbled and grabbed Peng Yu, trying to carry Peng Yu on his back, but he tried several times and failed. He was like a helpless child, at a loss.
"It's useless for you to be like this. You have to remember that you are a cultivator, not an ordinary person. If you continue like this, he will definitely die." Old man Dugu appeared next to Mo Han at some unknown time.
It was solid before, and it seemed that the severe cold here had a big impact on him.
"I can't be out for too long. The severe cold here is not ordinary cold. There is a big secret. If you want to save him, feed him your blood. Only in this way can he save his life."
The moment of weakness disappeared from Mo Han, and he returned to his calm appearance.
He placed Peng Yu's body steadily on the ground, took out his killing blade, and lightly swiped his finger. Hot blood flowed out from his fingertips and dripped onto Peng Yu's pale, cold lips.
One drop, two drops, three drops.
The wound on his fingertip solidified, and Mo Han made another cut. It was not until Mo Han's face turned pale that Peng Yu's face regained a trace of color.
"You can't continue to lose blood. You have to leave here as soon as possible and go to the place he said. Otherwise, we will have to stay here tonight. Today next year will be our death anniversary." Sheng Yuwang had been silent since entering the Snake Desert.
Looking into the distance, he said to Mo Han.
When Peng Yu fell down, he knew that he was about to die and was ready to die. At this time, he woke up for some reason and had no time to ask. He struggled to stand up from the ground: "Xiaohan, let's go quickly. You can't stay here for too long. God
It has been dark for almost an hour. We have wasted too much time, and the hurricane is coming soon. When the hurricane comes, it will blow up sandstorms all over the sky. By then, we will all be buried here, becoming a pile of bones.
There will be dead souls.”
Mo Han also felt the danger approaching, but Peng Yu had not woken up just now, so he was worried: "Uncle Peng, I will carry you."
The physical body in the early embryonic stage and the cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building were not as unbearable as imagined in the snake and scorpion desert. Just now, it was because Mo Han was concerned that he was confused. At this time, he recovered and effortlessly carried Peng Yu on his back and strode forward.
He walked towards the stronghold mentioned by Peng Yu.
In the dark night, Mo Han was walking alone with Peng Yu on his back, and there was a puppy-like Sheng He with alert eyes standing on his shoulders. The cold wind whimpered, like a sad person crying. Who would have thought of the once indifferent person?
The killer uses his immature body to protect the warmth deep in his heart.
The place Peng Yu was talking about was a low sand dune. If you didn't get close, no one would even know it was a sand dune.
The gravel around the dune is pitch black, darker than the night sky here, and darker than the surrounding gravel. But for some reason, when people look at it, the gravel seems to have an unknown magic power, sucking people's hearts into it.
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"That's it, don't look at it, just close your eyes and jump down." Although Peng Yu's face was moistened by Mo Han's blood, he was still very weak, and the cold was still raging in his body. Mo Han
The blood's function was only to protect his heart.
Listening to Peng Yu's intermittent and extremely weak voice, Mo Han did not dare to delay even though he was very curious about the gravel. He kicked off his feet and jumped down to the middle of the sand dune with Peng Yu on his back.
The gravel around the dune was connected to each other and very hard. Mo Han pushed down with both feet. Because he was anxious and had never thought that the ground was so hard, he used too much force and even his embryonic body felt pain.
The gravel in the middle of the dune is different from the surrounding gravel ground. It is soft and has a warm power.
Mo Han carried Peng Yu on his back and jumped into it. It was as soft and gentle as falling on cotton. The warm power floating in it would also enter it through the pores of the skin and remove the cold air from his body.
The interior of the dune is an irregular space with a radius of five feet and a height of three feet. The top beams are strung together, miraculously supporting the quicksand above; the walls are full of various protruding stone cones or quilts.
It was a hollow left by an unknown object. As soon as he entered it, a warm breath rushed towards him, dispelling the coldness in his body for the guests who came from afar. The only thing that remained unchanged was that it was the same black color as the outside.
Mo Han hunched his body, swept a clean floor, and carefully put Peng Yu down. He reached out and checked Peng Yu's pulse. The pulse rhythm was even and calm, and the coldness in his body was also eliminated by the warmth here in a short period of time.
Almost exhausted, but the body is still a little weak, nothing serious.
With Peng Yu's cultivation at the peak of Foundation Establishment, as long as the cold air is gone, he can be cured by taking one or two elementary second-level healing pills after waking up.
Seeing that Peng Yu was fine, Mo Han remembered to check the cave carefully, but just as he was about to stand up, his head felt dizzy and he stumbled to the ground.
"In order to save him just now, you fed him most of your essence and blood, and you were highly concentrated. If you relax now, you will naturally feel unwell." Shengyu jumped off Mo Han's shoulders, and his whole body fell on him.
On the ground, looking up at Mo Han, his two little eyes kept spinning, as if he was planning something and didn't want Mo Han to notice.
"Don't worry, with your physique, you can recover after just sleeping."
Mo Han was about to sit cross-legged and meditate to replenish the consumed blood essence and blood as soon as possible, when Shengyu opened his mouth and said.
I don't know whether Mo Han is too tired, or has lost too much essence and blood, or there is some kind of magic in Sheng Yu's voice. After listening to Sheng Yu's words, Mo Han's originally relatively sober head suddenly became groggy, and his eyelids went up and down.
He kept fighting, but in the end he still couldn't defeat the sleepy man, so he fell to the ground and fell asleep.
When Shengyu saw Mo Han sleeping, the playfulness on his face finally disappeared, and his two small eyes looked at everything in the cave with confusion.
Everything here feels familiar to Shengyu, but also strange. It seems that everything here has something to do with him, but has nothing to do with him. He felt the call of Wuyao Valley as soon as he was born, and he could feel it all the way in.
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But the call was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes absent, as if something was deliberately covering it up, preventing him from finding it quickly and preventing him from giving up.
Arriving at the cave, Shengyu suddenly had an idea in his mind: eat everything he could see in the cave.
This thought appeared out of thin air, without any reason. As the warmth in the cave entered the body more and more, this thought became stronger and stronger, almost to the point of being uncontrollable.
Shengyu walked up to Mo Han and looked at Mo Han with his two round eyes: "I won't let you get hurt."
It seemed as if he was talking to himself, as if talking to Mo Han, and as if he was making up his mind.
There is no light source inside the cave, but it doesn't look as dark as the outside, even though it is surrounded by black walls.
In the dimly lit cave, Shengyu's short body walked towards the edge of the cave, turning back three times, as if he was trying something.
Until Shengyu walked to the cave wall, Mo Han was still lying quietly on the ground, breathing steadily, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he had dreamed of happy things.
Coming closer to the wall, the thoughts in Shengyu's mind became more intense, almost swallowing up his consciousness.
Click.
The extremely hard cave wall, under Shengyu's sharp teeth, was like the brittle bones of an animal. After three or five clicks, Shengyu bit it into a big hole.
After swallowing a quarter of one wall of the cave, Shengyu didn't feel full at all. His stomach was like a bottomless pit. No matter how much food he ate, he could hold it or digest it quickly.
After chewing along the four walls of the cave for a long time, the madness in Shengyu's eyes became much less, as if as long as he didn't resist the thought in his mind and followed that thought to devour the dark walls he saw, that thought would be looming, no matter how hard it was,
It will affect his mind.
Shengyu looked back at Mo Han who was lying on the ground, and said to himself: "I can't eat along the wall like this. Once the surrounding walls are eaten, the wall at the top of the cave will fall, and Mo Han will run away."
Won’t go out.”
As the wall cracked, the warmth in the cave began to flow quickly, and a thin layer of black material formed at the crack eaten by Shengyu, blocking the quicksand that was about to flow into the cave.
Shengyu took a look and realized that his purpose was to devour the black wall here, not to bring in the quicksand. At this moment, seeing the heat forming a natural barrier, he let go of his hanging heart, kicked off his feet and jumped to the top of the cave.
I don’t know what the soles of his feet are made of. As soon as the four feet touched the top of the cave, they were like suckers, hanging upside down steadily. He opened his mouth and started to eat and bite.
Mo Han, who was sleeping, moved his hands restlessly. When he met Peng Yu, who was also lying next to him, he changed his position, resting his head on one of Peng Yu's arms, and holding Peng Yu tightly with the other hand.
, as if he was afraid that Peng Yu would not want him.
Mo Han changed his sleeping position, his young face looked like a smile, and he slept more soundly than before.