In the Immortal City, the holy aunt and the priests were in shock.
They almost broke the Wulong Divine Curse by Cui Xiaoman's Bai Xianhua.
Fortunately, he was eager to escape with Alan and failed to complete the cracking.
Otherwise, once the witch-dragon curse of the Holy Flower Bronze Bell is broken, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"There are so many useless people, even a twenty-year-old human being can't stop them.
They are all useless."
When these words were spoken from the saint's soft and pampered body, the soldiers and citizens of the Immortal City did not feel any sense of violation at all.
In their view, although the saint looks pure, she is actually the codename of the God of Death.
"Holy Maiden, two enemies have been killed, and four humans are still absconding."
The saint stretched out her long hand and strangled the soldier who came to report to death.
An angry look appeared on her pale face: "He is absolutely worthless."
She tried to calm down her anger: "He will come back.
Human beings are passionate.
I planted a poisonous spell on the woman.
If I want her to live, he must come back to me."
While the saint stepped up her efforts to hunt him down, she waited quietly for Cui Xiaoman to come back and die.
Go down the mountain and enter the basin.
While holding Alan's hand and running hard through the long weeds, I kept encouraging her and giving her hope and strength: "Alan, hold on, I will definitely get you out."
At this time, what kills people is often not the enemy, but their own collapsed will and fragile heart.
"Wow!"
Alan fell to the ground, his long hair spread out and covering his face.
She can't run anymore, it doesn't matter, I can still run.
"Alan, I'll carry you."
As long as I have breath, I will protect her to the death.
But when I helped Alan up and planned to carry her on my back, I realized that Alan's body was limp and he couldn't stand up.
Her skin took on an odd bruised color.
"Alan, what's wrong with you?
Don't scare me.
Alan" I was frightened for no reason.
I was not afraid of anything.
Even if the undead came with the wizard dragon, I would dare to fight them to the death with my shirt off.
What I fear most is that Alan can't keep up with me.
What's going on?
Is he exhausted?
I hurriedly gave Alan some water.
Alan was dying and stared at me with his last tenderness: "Barbarian, I'm so happy to be with you."
"Don't say such discouraging words, I'll carry you out."
As I said that, I couldn't help but carry Alan on my back.
But she no longer had the strength to support her, and she lay on my back like a puddle of soft mud.
"They put a poisonous spell on me.
Don't, don't, don't come back."
Alan fell off my back.
He fell heavily to the ground.
The scene of her collapse was replayed over and over again, as if war drums were beating in her mind.
"Dong", "Dong", "Dong"
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It was just dawn, but my sky suddenly turned dark the moment Alan fell.
I wanted to give her happiness, but I brought her death.
I desperately sorted out Alan's remains, but could no longer wake her up.
The world suddenly lost its meaning.
Two lines of tears cut across his face like knives, cutting deep scars on his heart.
Alan, you know what, I really hope.
It's me who falls here.
I held Alan's cold hand and sobbed uncontrollably.
My soul seemed to be separated from my body in an instant and became muddled.
I don’t know how I carried Alan’s body away, dug up the dry grass with my hands, and buried her.
I don’t know how I can carry Alan’s relics and avoid the pursuit of the wizard dragon and the undead while walking like a zombie.
Escaped from tunnels and forests.
I don’t know how I waited for the plane to arrive at the base and returned to the organization in despair.
They asked me what happened, but I said nothing.
I picked up a bottle of gasoline and passed it off as wine.
I drank until I felt sick and vomited all the way out of this cold metal castle.
I live on the streets.
He was covered in dirty, smelly muddy water and smelled of alcohol that was disgusting.
When I wake up, I swipe my credit card to buy wine.
When I'm drunk, I lie down on the road and fall asleep.
I can't tell whether I'm alive or dead.
I woke up with a splitting headache, and the dazzling midday sun almost blinded my eyes.
I looked at myself with a wry smile.
He no longer looks like a human being.
Passers-by threw some dimes at me, and beggars and gangsters on the street rushed over, grabbed me, and beat me.
They took away my money and card, trying to force me to reveal my password, but what they heard There is only the word "Alan" repeated over and over again.
Another group of urban management officers came and beat me away with electric batons.
I suddenly looked up and saw Alan in the crowd.
I rushed over and hugged her: "Alan, you are still alive, that's great."
The woman screamed and shouted for help.
A group of people gathered around me, pulled me away, and punched and kicked me.
I knew that I was going to die and I would see Alan soon.
But at this moment, a man blocked the crowd's fists and drove them away.
She turned around and looked at me in disbelief, showing great disappointment.
She dragged me to a very clean house and poured a bucket of water on my head.
I laughed and clapped my hands: "It's raining, it's raining."
While I was patting, the scene of the witch dragon chasing me appeared again in front of my eyes, and tears started flowing out again: "They're all dead, they're all dead."
The woman looked at me and sometimes laughed and sometimes cried.
Her heart ached to the extreme.
She cursed, hit, and cried.
What a strange woman.
She beat me and cried herself, which was shameless.
When Xue Cilan found me, I had become crazy.
She never imagined that the once arrogant me would become like this.
The ruffian and bad Cui Xiaoman seemed to have had his brain hollowed out overnight and turned into a madman.
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From my crazy words, Xue Cilan could probably tell that I was crazy because of guilt over Alan's death.
Unexpectedly, no matter how strong a person is, there will be times when his will breaks down.
She washed me carefully and helped me put on new clothes.
She planned to take me back to Zhengjiang to see if she could use her past memories to wake me up.
But when she came back after taking the ticket, she found that I was no longer in the room.
She went out in a panic and asked everyone she met if she had seen such a tall, handsome, and crazy man passing by.
Everyone shook their heads.
Xue Cilan felt pain in her heart.
Is this really God's will?
Another vendor pushing a cart passed by, and Xue Cilan quickly stepped forward to ask.
The vendor said that the man had just bought his fruit and went to that building.
Xue Cilan hurriedly chased after me, and sure enough she saw me walking into a room.
This is the house that Alan and I rented in Beichun City before.
I have been living here since I came back.
What was he doing?
Xue Cilan walked in in surprise, only to see me opening a diary, looking at it quietly and dazedly, crying, and sobbing loudly.
"Cui Xiaoman, a dead person cannot be resurrected, please be more open-minded."
Xue Cilan comforted me, but at that time I didn't know what she was talking about. aa2705221: