Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Dialect, help me lift the pillar!"

A hoarse voice came from the front, and the scattered dust made the dialect unable to see the situation inside, and the light beam, refracted by the tiny medium in the air, gave the space in front of him a foggy feeling.

"Cough! Cough!"

Zhao Cheng coughed twice again, covered his mouth with his hand, and slowly put it down.

"Are you alright?"

Fang Yan stepped forward and asked, and at the same time he saw the blood on Zhao Cheng's palm.

"It's okay...cough..." Zhao Cheng said, frowning, "It's not safe here, hurry up and walk for a while."

Dialect nodded and was about to carry Guo Zhu on his back, but found that his backpack had never been taken off.

"Captain Zhao, put this on your back." Dialect took off the backpack.

"You didn't throw it away?" Zhao Cheng stood up against the wall, and you spoke with a hint of weakness and powerlessness.

"It's not heavy, and it doesn't get in the way. I forgot it when I was fighting..." Dialect said, for him, the chocolate and biscuits in the backpack were really not heavy, and they didn't affect the movement, so he really forgot.

"Haha!" Zhao Cheng smiled bitterly, took the backpack over, and put it on his back, "It's going to be life or death, so there are still some things left behind."

Dialect put Guo Zhu on the ground on his back, looked at Zhao Cheng who was walking forward, and followed.

In the entire sewer, only the footsteps of the two of them were left...

The road is very long, dark, and seems to have no end, but it gives people an unexpected sense of security. There is no need to worry about the encirclement and suppression of mechanical reptiles, and there is no need to worry about the aircraft suddenly appearing in the sky, and the missiles that cut through the sky...

"Take a break!"

After Zhao Cheng, who was walking in front, finished speaking, he sat down against the wall next to him, handed his flashlight to the dialect next to him, and said, "How's the situation on the pillars?"

Dialect slowly put Guo Zhu down, stretched out his hand to take the flashlight that Zhao Cheng handed over, shined it on Guo Zhu's body, observed it for a while, and kept touching the bones of Guo Zhu's body with his hands.

The blood flowing from Guo Zhu's ears and nose has dried up, and it sticks to the skin and mixes with dust...

"Breathing is very stable, he is in a coma, his right hand is fractured, and the internal injury is unknown." Dialect said.

"It's you." Dialect pointed his flashlight at Zhao Cheng, and the dazzling light made Zhao Cheng subconsciously cover his eyes with his hands.

"How is your body now?"

"It's almost like that, still dead...cough! Cough!" Zhao Cheng replied hoarsely, but he coughed involuntarily.

"Come on!" Fang Yan shook his head, looking at Zhao Cheng's appearance, he knew his current situation. The rocket at the store door caused him to suffer serious internal injuries, and the subsequent battle aggravated his injury. ,

"It's alright..." Zhao Cheng said, propped up on the ground, then stood up against the wall, "Give me the flashlight, let's go back to the camp first."

He waved his hand, motioning for Dialect not to ask any more questions, then took the flashlight handed over by Dialect and walked towards the front, coughing from time to time.

Dialect shook his head helplessly, and carried Guo Zhu on the ground again on his back...

……

Internal injuries are the most difficult to judge without formal inspection equipment, but fortunately, although Zhao Cheng walked a little vainly, he did not fall down after all.

Perhaps because a large number of mechanical reptiles rushed to the center of the city to encircle them, the three people, perhaps the two people walking, did not encounter danger again.

Facing this time and space, I am really small...

Dialect thought, looked back at the ruined city, shook his head, followed in Zhao Cheng's footsteps, and continued to walk towards the camp.

……

"Team Zhao, what's the matter?" Wang Bai got out of a hill, then ran over quickly, looking at the three of them and asked eagerly,

When he vaguely heard the sound of the explosion, he thought of the three of them. Now that they have all returned, he was relieved. However, Guo Zhu on Dialect's back made his heart rise again.

"I was attacked, but there's nothing wrong with me, go and carry the pillar..." Zhao Chengyi said while leaning, pointing to Guo Zhu on Dialect's back.

Wang Bai nodded, knowing that now is not the time to ask these questions, he stepped forward and carried Guo Zhu onto his back, then followed Zhao Cheng towards the camp.

Dialect stretched his shoulders, and without Guo Zhu's weight of nearly 150 pounds, his whole person seemed much more relaxed.

After taking two breaths, the dialect also followed...

The camp gradually appeared in his eyes. The moment they saw the three dialects, almost all of them surrounded them, blocking their way, and at the same time, they asked Zhao Cheng at random.

"Captain Zhao, are you okay, are you injured?"

"Team Zhao, what happened to Zhuzi?"

"Is Guo Zhu all right? Why are you faint? And you, aren't you..." A man hesitated, looking at Guo Zhu on Wang Bai's back, with a trace of grief in his eyes.

The surroundings became quiet, looking at Zhao Cheng, as if waiting for his answer, with hope and despair flashing in his eyes.

"Everyone, go back first, it's alright." Zhao Cheng's complexion became ashen, he relaxed and said with a smile, reaching out to push away the crowd around him.

Dialect looked at it, the corners of his mouth curled up, he chuckled sarcastically, shook his head, and walked towards Zhao Cheng's tent.

"Brother Zhao."

A timid voice sounded softly beside him, Fang Yan turned his head to look over, it turned out to be just a petite girl, only 7 or 8 years old, looked at Zhao Cheng, pursed his lips, and pointed at Wang Bai. Guo Zhu,

"Brother Guo Zhu, what's wrong?"

The little face looks a little messy, but it is much better than the others in this team. The white dress is dirty, but it is more like an elf who has fallen into the world~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yutong, You go back! "Wang Bai cried, causing Wang Yutong to tremble with fright.

"I...I..." Wang Yutong looked at his father, then at Guo Zhu on his back, lowered his head, and kept fiddling with his fingers, timidly speechless.

"Wang Yutong..."

"Wang Bai, it's okay!" Zhao Cheng patted Wang Bai on the shoulder, interrupting what Wang Bai was about to say next, took two steps, and crouched in front of Wang Yutong.

"Yutong, brother Guo Zhu just drank too much, just take a nap, don't worry!" Zhao Cheng said softly, digging it out with his hands in his pocket, "Look, my brother brought it to you. For a gift, didn't you receive a gift on your birthday the day before yesterday, brother now make it up!"

Zhao Cheng had a bag of toffee in his hand, but now it has been squashed, and his face shows a hint of embarrassment, because if you look at the values ​​two years ago, it really looks very shabby.

Shaking his head, putting aside these thoughts, Zhao Cheng smiled and said softly to Wang Yutong, "Yutong, take it, then hide in a place to eat secretly, we won't give it to your father!"

"Yeah! Thank you, Brother Zhao Cheng!"

Wang Yutong raised his head, took the toffee in front of him, timidly said thank you to Zhao Cheng, and then looked at his father, with a hint of anticipation in his big innocent eyes, and quietly shrank his hands behind his back.

"I didn't see anything!"

Seeing Zhao Cheng looking at him, Wang Bai smiled bitterly, a mist of water appeared in his eyes, and he turned his head to the other side.

"Go!" Zhao Cheng said to Wang Yutong with a smile, watching her jumping to the tent next to her, then she stood up again, greeted Wang Bai and Dialect, and walked into his tent ...