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This land is extremely barren, even mutant plants are not seen, vines eroded the marsh raging past, leaving only the black mud all over the ground. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.readwn.com

Thick dark clouds are always pressed in the sky, and the day is as dark as the dusk of a rainstorm, and at night you can't see your fingers. As today (color) slowly darkened, looking around from this point, the entire planet seemed to have died, quietly decayed.

Between heaven and earth, there is only an unnatural huge sphere. The vine-eating bog absorbed all the light, and the surface couldn't help creeping.

On Monday, Shu Jun was thrown out of the vine erosion marsh. It pulled a long scream and nailed it to the mud ground outside the erosion marsh. The moist soil was poked and turned over, and (Milk Nai) melted back into the earth like oil.

Zhu Yanchen did not relax for a moment after Shu Jun entered the marsh ball. Seeing Monday appeared, he immediately approached.

"Be... dangerous... dangerous." On Monday, he said laboriously, his simple mind, but his natural sensitivity to hostility.

Following Shu Jun, he eats and drinks and is very comfortable. Although he can't move, his life can be considered at ease. Once the shelter of Shujun (strong qiang) is gone, it will return to the weak (肉rou) (strong qiang) food environment.

I don't want to be eaten at all on Monday.

"Hand..." It shouted at Zhu Yanchen, trying to express what it saw. "hand!"

Zhu Yanchen tried to (touch Mo) on the hilt. The eclipse was crazy and evasive, he could only reluctantly (qiang) to lift it, and couldn't hold the sword firmly in any way.

"Wish, help! Help... him!" Monday continued to squabble.

"Yeah." Zhu Yanchen responded softly.

He is familiar with Shu Jun's abilities. Shu Jun has the "creation" he got from Tian Feng, and he has a natural zhenzhen) suppression", which is difficult for ordinary physical attacks to work. On the other hand, Shu Jun threw his only weapon out as a warning instead of trying to solve it by himself. Shu Jun himself should also be judged on the situation.

In the vine-eroded marsh, there is a great possibility that a trap is hidden. An erosion marsh does not have two abilities, so it must be hiding another erosion marsh-another small erosion marsh that carries a lot of negative information.

Whether it is turning Shu Jun into the second Luo Duan, or (dry gan) making him nervous, sigma is profitable. And once Shu Jun loses control mentally, no matter whether he can recover or not, himself as a human will become the first victim.

Shu Jun meant that he wanted to leave quickly to find support and countermeasures.

Zhu Yanchen gave a smile.

He will pick up Monday, stick to a safe position, and then unload Xia's weapons one by one. Marshal Zhu had a lot of straps wrapped around him. He carefully untied them and hung the straps on Monday to prevent the weapon from touching the erosive soil. A series of actions (dry gan) are crisp and neat.

Finally, Zhu Yanchen tightened his mask tightly, covering his eyes, nose and ears.

At this moment, there was only a regular uniform left on him, a gun for purification, and a dagger with an anti-corrosion coating.

Zhu Yanchen stood still for a while before the swamp, and stepped silently. Suddenly, several vines tried to rein in his body, and then slid away under the erosive instinct resistance. There are too many obstacles inside the vine eroding marsh, and they can't stab with speed, and they can't help him for a while.

It's just that the eroded quality resisted, and the vines squirmed desperately, still being able to squeeze him with great strength, trying to push the foreign body out of the body.

The erosion marsh has become a veritable erosion marsh, and it is difficult to step into it. Fortunately, enough gaps were left in the vine structure, Zhu Yanchen adjusted his breathing and clenched the dagger.

He cut off the entangled corroded vines, allowing them to flow through the uniform cloth, brushing coldly across the skin.

"Shu Jun!" Zhu Yanchen raised his voice, there was very little light inside the corroded matter, only the sound of moist friction.

no answer.

The vines rushing crazily reduced his physical strength, Zhu Yanchen still raised his hand mechanically, cutting off the vines non-stop. He turned into a human (flesh rou) wedge and stuffed himself deep.

His boots were torn off, and his feet rested on the creeping corrosive substance. Seeing that the puncture failed, the vines formed into fist-sized bumps, and began to beat him with inertia (sexual xing). Zhu Yanchen calculated the distance, moving forward step by step.

In order to fully contain Shu Jun, at least during this period of time, the brain of the eclipse will not move.

He wants to take the man back.

Another severe pain struck, and a rib was broken. Marshal Zhu coughed two mouthfuls of blood and his actions became more fierce. The whole body muscles (flesh rou) gradually become sore, (chest xiong) there is a sharp pain like a heart-piercing from the mouth, and the feet have lost consciousness.

It is a pity that this level of pain has long been used to him.

This human (flesh rou) wedge went a little bit deeper, and the speed did not slow down. In front of him may be his comatose comrades, or it may be a mad death god. Zhu Yanchen is quite aware that he is making a very risky decision.

The bet is right, he will do everything possible to take him home. If you make a wrong bet, the world will eventually perish, and it's okay to bear the brunt.

I don't know how long time has passed, Zhu Yanchen began to feel that the dagger was too slow, and he poked his other hand out. The vine threw the glove and hurt his finger, and the blood dyed the white glove dark red.

Finally, he caught a human hand. The blood on his hand was slippery and he almost couldn't hold it tightly.

That hand was as cold as the erosive vine, stained with gray (colored) brain erosions.

"Shu Jun." He coughed up a little blood, his voice as calm as ever.

That hand didn't move. Zhu Yanchen squeezed the wrist of that hand backhand to make sure that the other party still had a weak pulse. Then he danced the dagger with his sour arms, trying to dig out the opponent abruptly.

During the whole process, Zhu Yanchen held the cold hand tightly and pressed it to the (chest xiong) mouth.

He didn't let go of his reasoning again.

As if feeling the human temperature, that hand moved slightly. In the next second, all the corroding vines around stopped their movements. Zhu Yanchen's movements were stagnated for half a second because of this vision. The next moment, he continued to chop, and Shu Jun's naked arm was exposed (exposed).

"Let's go back." Zhu Yanchen wiped the blood from his mouth and grabbed the corroded arm.

Judging from the structure of the vine-eroded marsh, he should be able to pull it. But Shu Jun seemed to be fused with the vines and marsh, Zhu Yanchen pulled decisively, but his body was motionless. Zhu Yanchen was afraid of hurting Shujun, so he stretched out his hand again to deal with the endless vines.

The pain and cold became far away, and there was only one goal in his eyes.

How many hours did he come in? There was not even a trace of light left in the crevices of the vines. Heavy corroding vines squeezed from all directions, and they seemed to be on the bottom of the sea. The anti-corrosion coating of the dagger was consumed (dry gan), the blade became pitted, and it took twice as much effort to cut the black vine. Shu Jun's hand seemed to warm up a bit, and Zhu Yanchen didn't react until a few seconds later. It was not that Shu Jun's body temperature recovered, but that his body temperature was slowly lowering.

He imagined the warm sun, the stove in the room, the steam rising from the teapot. He imagined Shu Jun's face close to him not long ago, and the other person's breathing was extremely close, which was the most scorching thing he had touched.

If he let go, Shu Jun could not wake up in time... Shu Jun would be taken away. The hope of others will be taken away, and his own hope will disappear.

Zhu Yanchen didn't want to experience this difference a second time.

Finally, the surrounding corroded matter began to wriggle again, but this time the wriggle was extremely unnatural—the vine-corroded marsh was collapsing.

Zhu Yanchen pulled that arm again. This time he had no intention of pulling Shu Jun over, but instead dragged himself over. In the eclipse of the collapse, he (gou) held Shu Jun's waist and pressed the opponent in his arms. Then he drew out the gun and bombarded the two men frantically, trying to purify the corrosive substance on the top of the head to prevent it from being crushed by the large corroded substance.

In the broken darkness, Shu Jun was like an ice sculpture.

The vines and swamps were very soft together, and the two came to a soft landing. The remnant light illuminates the world and Zhu Yanchen can see the person in his arms clearly.

Shu Jun poked out black knuckles from behind, which looked like insect arthropods and rotted wings. They lay softly on the ground, shuttled between the crumbled vines, making a creepy sucking sound.

The skin behind Shu Jun was also dyed black, and his limbs had become corroded-like texture. Zhu Yanchen hugged the people tightly, and he could feel more erosive quality sliding down from the mouth, mixed with his blood, and dripping into the erosive marsh under the two of them.

No, it's not just Shu Jun's back-Shu Jun's whole person has become pure black. From the hair to the hands and feet, the dark eroding quality swallowed all the light, and Zhu Yanchen was like holding a silhouette with volume.

The silhouette is distorting. The limbs and the trunk (gan) gradually mixed together, turning into a terrifying creature that should only appear in a nightmare. It struggling gently, more like a control exercise before hatching than struggling.

Zhu Yanchen didn't know how Shu Jun won, he didn't even know whether the thing in his arms was regarded as "Shu Jun". Embracing a weird alien, unprecedented fear grabbed him, and the creature instinctively screamed to make him run.

He did not shed tears, did not tremble, nor did Liushen call each other's name without a master. Zhu Yanchen sat quietly for a few minutes, holding the other party tighter.

"...Even if it was a wish sixteen years ago." He said, "Birthday wish, really shouldn't be said."

The next moment, the monster in his arms violently moved. Before Zhu Yanchen had time to react, it turned into fluid and flowed down from him.

His arms were empty, and there was only a pure swamp under his knees...or a new swamp that had not yet woken up.

The detection device originally on Shu Jun's wrist fell on Zhu Yanchen's leg. It was soaked in the corrosive substance for too long. It stopped operating half an hour ago, and the characters on it flickered and might disappear at any time.

【Integration: 100%; no vital signs. 】

A little bit of eclipse stays in Zhu Yanchen's palm. He stared at it blankly, then tightened his fingers, trying to keep it. But it crawled along his palmprints, and finally fell into darkness.

Something cold was entangled, Zhu Yanchen lowered his eyes and saw a black (colored) withered hand-like a reduced version of sigma, one hand wrapped around his waist and legs, the target seemed to be his (胸xiong) Mouth and throat.

Boundless exhaustion overwhelmed him.

Another kind of pain bursts from deep in the body, and then turns into paralysis. He knelt and sat on the spot, like a dead tree.

Zhu Yanchen closed his eyes.

A few hours ago.

Shu Jun was so painful that he continued to pass out in a coma - the memory deep in his mind was dug out, and the unknown memory was forcibly stuffed in. Every fragment is bloody, soaked in deep despair.

He saw the faces of his dead comrades, and countless details were exposed to his eyes. From the usual laughing and joking, to their ignorant moment of death. The majestic pain and despair poured down, and the external information was even more terrifying-they brought together the despair of countless dead, and the perspectives of the living and the dead were woven into a noose, which was tied to his soul.

Hundreds of millions of undead were whispering in their ears, and hateful memories swirled. Shu Jun could hardly think, his mind was like a broken plank in a storm, and he might sink to the bottom of the sea at any time.

Compared with those heavy despairs, his hopes are as thin as paper.

Can the situation really be restored? Even if Ah Yan did not betray, can they really find a way to extend the life of the people? If so, the current resources are so poor, will humans really support them at all costs?

This is a decisive strategy, he knows. At this point, he also understood what Luo Duan wanted to express--

I ignored these wailing, resentment and anger, and left the balance of humans and co-humans, and pursued an almost impossible miracle. Rather than giving unrealistic hopes to our compatriots, it is better to embrace death in the beginning and carry out the most cruel revenge.

He is the luckiest person among all the people, but now his heart is burning with anger and despair.

What about the destruction of the world? What about the destruction of mankind? He (chengcheng) people are dead, and human beings are not of the same kind at all, and they are no different from the marsh... even more cruel than the marsh.

Nerves were sawed back and forth by hatred, and Shu Jun almost screamed. The filthy emotions turned into monsters, dragging his will away bluntly, his spirit almost to pieces. Shu Jun gasped in pain, and in his dim consciousness, he heard a piercing alarm from his wrist.

... By the way, A Yan told him about it. Once the degree of fusion exceeds 95%, he has to flee.

But he can't move.

The surroundings are as cold as an ice cave, and his brain is like a balloon bursting with venom. He needs a (fa) vent, everything is fine.

Just let this pain stop.

Shu Jun gritted his teeth and rattled his teeth. He completely lost his control over his limbs, and he lost the reins of his intention and madness. He could feel something coming out of his body, following his instinct, and starting to destroy everything indiscriminately.

Those black (colored) limbs crushed the small eroding marsh alive, and easily destroyed the brain of the vine eroding marsh. The weird body movements are fierce, and Shu Jun can feel them-they are so cruel, this (sha) killing is even more destructive than his own hands.

His body is losing control, and his spirit is gradually becoming blurred.

Until a little temperature passed.

Shu Jun can no longer see anything, he can only feel the touch of tearing the enemy apart, and the depression and pain released by it. But there was a little warmth in this ice cave, it was so abrupt, that he couldn't help but stop.

Who is it?

His brain was stuffed with screaming dead people, his hands were full of broken limbs, and his painful brain barely vomited such a problem.

"Let's go back." The man said.

Where is he going back? His hometown is fake, so is his home.

But the man's voice was calming, like iced potion. Time seemed to be frozen, the mixed memory was still, and the madness was far away for a moment. What is more in my mind is not stuffed by (强qiang), nor is it dug out by (强qiang).

It's like seeing a small flower in an endless storm. He stubbornly approached it and carefully guarded it.

...It reminded him a little bit of the past.

Sixteen years ago, after the reunion festival.

"Aren't you celebrating your birthday before the festival? At that time, my extra petty items were not approved." Shu Jun said mysteriously, solemnly holding a blindfold in his hand. "It was approved today! I chose a good thing for you."

Yanchen looked at the blindfold for a while, and took it seriously: "Thank you, I like it very much."

"...What do you think?!" Shu Jun took back the blindfold, "Birthday gifts must have a bow!"

Yanchen smiled reluctantly, letting Shu Jun put on a blindfold for himself, and was turned around a few times.

"This--" After pulling the smoke to the balcony, Shu Jun took off his blindfold enthusiastically. "look!"

A huge gift box was placed in front of the two children with an exaggerated red (color) ribbon on the top. It's just that the bow tie is not very standard, crooked and ugly.

"You packed it." Yanchen said seriously, "then why should I blindfold?"

"...You don't talk so much." Shu Jun exclaimed dissatisfied. "Quick release, quick release."

After the reunion festival, Shu Jun saw Yanchen smile for the first time-he smiled and shook his head, and began to open the big box in front of him.

There are two small pots of lisianthus flowers in the box, the flowers are in full bloom, and the pots are exquisite and beautiful, which is very valuable at first glance.

"I asked the florist owner that this kind of flower shop is the most beautiful. They are different from ordinary ones. They will have beautiful fluorescence at night." Shu Jun raised his head proudly, "As long as they are raised, they can live forever. It will bloom every year. I saw you like this last time, but you are so good, I can't buy you that kind of ordinary...Ayan?!"

Yanchen put down the flowers and hugged them in silence. He held it for a long time, and when he released his arm, his eye circles were slightly red.

"I'm so touched." Shu Jun scratched his head embarrassedly, "What? Actually, I plan to have a pot for each of us. We can raise them together and share our experience on growing flowers and so on--"

"My family can't grow flowers." Yanchen rubbed his eyes, a deliberate brisk tone in his tone. "Can you raise it for me first?"

"Ah? I'm sorry, I don't know. That doesn't count, I'll buy you some other gifts..."

"No, that's it, I like it very much." Smoke smoked his nose, "Wait for me...when I grow up and have my own home, I will definitely take it away. Before that, you help me raise it. it is good?"

Is this going to be a long-term friend with him? I'm really a genius for choosing gifts. Shu Jun's mood suddenly became soft: "Good, good, no problem!"

After the reunion festival, he could feel the changes in the smoke and dust. His "brother", who is not like his elder brother, has gained a lot of calmness, and he no longer looks like a sharp sword. On the other hand, Yanchen has also tightened his tactical training several times-he even got angry several times sincerely, almost frightening Shu Jun's nose.

They were still laughing and running around in this small apartment, but he could vaguely feel that something had changed forever.

"A Yan." One night, Shu Jun hugged the quilt tightly and swallowed nervously. "Do you have something in your heart?"

"..." Yanchen lay his back to Shu Jun, silent.

"You are in a bad mood." Shu Jun continued cautiously, "If you have any worries..."

"My mother can't hold it anymore." Yanchen whispered after a long silence.

"Ah?!" Shu Jun suddenly jumped up from the (bed chuang), "then you hurry up and accompany her!"

"I've thought about it, but there is a special treatment device in her room, I can't get in...I can only guarantee that I will be by her side outside the treatment, but..."

Shu Jun crawled back to the (bed chuang) silently, he thought for a while, and hugged the smoke from behind.

"I know she is very ill, and she has been mentally prepared for several years." Yanchen did not struggle, "but now I still... still can't accept it."

"A Yan..."

"She can be weird sometimes, but she is a good mother, I know. We originally made an appointment to go out together at the end of this year. She said that it depends on my age of sixteen."

Shu Jun didn't know what to say. He had no parents and couldn't empathize with the pain of smoke. He can only try to hug each other tightly so that the tremors disappear.

"I don't know how to persuade you, but... But if you are really sad, I can spend more time with you in the future..." He stammered calmly. "Ayan, I am willing to be your lifelong friend."

For some reason, the other party trembled more severely. Shu Jun did not let go, nor did he let go, the whole person was stretched into a stone sculpture.

"You don't understand." After the smoke eased, he squeezed out a crying word.

"I..." Shu Jun racked his brains, trying to think about whether he said something rude. Before he could figure it out, Smoke turned over and hugged him as hard as he could-like a drowning man holding the last driftwood.

Sleep Shui)." Yanchen said hoarsely.

"But you..."

Sleep Shui)." Yanchen repeated again.

After that, Shu Jun was nervous for a week. However, Yanchen was much stronger than he thought. He didn't feel depressed, and he didn't deal with Shu Jun absently. From his actions, he actually cherishes their time together.

Regarding the mother's condition, smoke and dust did not evade. He would tell Shu Jun sadly, and Shu Jun listened patiently, ready to provide shoulders, arms or arms at any time. In contrast, Shu Jun also began to completely open himself-the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in life, he would always share with Yanchen the first time.

Although Shu Jun always had a vague feeling, Yanchen still concealed something from himself. But there is no (guanguan) system, he thought, A Yan would never harm him.

The two did not clashed again, and the daily time spent together became Shu Jun's favorite time. As time flows slowly, Shu Jun gradually discovers something terrible——

He has become accustomed to living with Yanchen. If the other party leaves, he doesn't know if he can accept it.

Shu Jun carefully took care of the two potted flowers, placed them in the most conspicuous place, and quietly made a wish. Even if they can't be friends for life, it is best to stay with each other until they reach adulthood.

......After all, Bellflower is not a god, and his wish has not been realized.

They are separated after all, and it is not the ordinary separation that Shu Jun envisioned. Shu Jun envisioned many possible separation scenarios, but the ending was always the same-the smoke and dust informed the news, the two cried for a while, exchanged contact information, and then maintained online contact.

The reality is much more cruel.