After rebirth, Xiaotuanzi is soft and A

Looking at the thunder and lightning that had been fixed for a long time, Luo Liyuan slowly withdrew his gaze, the expression on his face was indifferent and heartless, while all the medical staff in the hospital were startled by the sudden change of weather.

It's just that the thunder and lightning dissipated in an instant, so everyone didn't take it seriously, only the Balrog who was also in the secular world glanced in Luo Liyuan's direction as if feeling something.

The Flame Demon has now arrived in the southern region. He originally wanted to develop a group of demon cultivators in the northern region, but was suddenly blocked by Yu Chumo. Out of anger, he wanted to go to the Lingyin Realm to make a fuss.

It's just that such thoughts are fleeting, he is not that kind of blind and arrogant person, the cultivation of this body is no more than the realm of Yuanying, but the two ancestors Luo and Yu have long been in the realm of distraction.

Although Mozi is talented and can challenge beyond the boundary, but in order to avoid unnecessary damage, Balrog still plans to lie dormant for a while, and when his cultivation level breaks through to the state of distraction, he will make a comeback and enter the hidden spirit world.

In the southern region, the flood situation became more and more serious. Even though the rainy season had passed, the river bank suddenly flooded with floods, and several cities were completely submerged by the flood one after another.

The rescue team organized by the state has not yet arrived, and these people who were washed away by the flood can only learn to save themselves.

Parents put their children on their shoulders, husbands helped their wives to a higher place, and young adults pushed their elderly parents onto the plank, while they struggled in the flood while holding on to the edge of the plank.

The Balrog floated above the city, looking at the people below who were constantly struggling to climb up the roof or climb up the wooden boards, the expressions in their eyes were also complicated.

"Obviously there is not much strength left, why are you still working so hard, and those old guys don't have much lifespan, they die when they die, and they can go to reincarnation quickly, are those people stupid, they will live Chances for old things that are useless?"

The Balrog pointed at those people below, his voice was harsh and full of sarcasm, but there seemed to be something trembling in his eyes.

Is it an unfailing conscience?
Not sure.

He has seen too many such things along the way, self-sacrificing, a bunch of idiots.

But for some reason, this time, the Balrog wanted to see how far these desperate human beings could go.

Yu Chumo saw everything outside through the eyes of the Balrog, a faint emotion flashed in his eyes, he pursed his lips, and said, "Get those people up."

Hearing this, the Flame Demon's face was stiff, and his eyes were full of disbelief as if he had heard some big joke, "Are you mistaken, I'm a demon cultivator, and you want me to save people?!"

Yu Chumo didn't respond, he just raised the crouching pestle in his hand.

The Balrog's face turned black, and his voice suddenly raised, "Boy, don't push yourself!"

Yu Chumo didn't speak, but stood up, and walked towards his sea wall with the crouching pestle in his hand.

The Balrog's face was ugly, and he ground his teeth, but he didn't want to endure the pain of being knocked on his soul.

"you are vicious!"

After the words fell, the Balrog fell down, and countless black lotus-shaped fireworks surrounded him and wrapped him in it.

As a result, the people in the flood saw only a mass of black objects falling from the sky, and the Balrog plunged headlong into the monstrous flood, and with a black face, he lifted everyone up and down in the water to the shore with his devilish energy.

The bodies of the people were lifted into the air by an unknown force, and then fell to the ground where the flood did not reach.

"What is this"

Everyone was dragged to the shore, but the expressions on their faces were full of astonishment. Looking at the black shadow in the lake, their eyes were terrified and flustered.

The Balrog under the flood looked at the reactions of the people on the shore, and his face became more and more ugly. These ignorant humans dare to say that his is a thing!
However, when those young people finished speaking, the old man next to them slapped them down.

The old man knelt down on the bank facing the black shadow in the flood with a 'plop', clasped his hands together, and looked reverent and respectful, "This is the river god, the river god has come to save us!"

"Stinky boy, hurry up and kneel!" As he said that, the old man kicked his son, grabbed his ear and forced him to kneel down too.

The older generation is always so superstitious.

Reluctantly, the young man knelt down and bowed a few times following the example of the old man, while the people around him, as if infected, could not help but regard the black figure who saved them in the river as the legendary river god.

Following the old man's actions, countless people knelt down on the shore and worshiped devoutly at the black shadow in the flood.

The Flame Demon stared blankly at the crowds worshiping him, and touched his nose in embarrassment, "These people really know how to talk nonsense, and return to the God of the River. I am the only Lord Balrog in heaven and earth!"

Waving his hand in disgust, the Balrog broke through the water and left the place with a lot of lotus flames.

Yu Chumo looked at the appearance of the Flame Demon almost running away, an inexplicable line flashed across his eyes, but he put away the crouching pestle, and nestled back again.

In the western region, Nie Xiaomo finally figured out the mechanism of the outbreak of the epidemic, and developed the antidote that night. Unfortunately, the medicinal materials were limited, and she only saved a part of the millions of people.
Looking at those longing eyes, Nie Xiaomo couldn't help feeling pain in her heart, she couldn't save all of them
"Enough, you've done enough, it's not your fault." Luo Liyuan hugged Nie Xiaomo tightly, fearing that she would fall into self-blame.

Nie Xiaomo closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were clear again, and she wanted to curl her lips to tell others that she was fine, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was uglier than crying.

"Uncle." Unable to deal with it in peace, Nie Xiaomo buried her face in Luo Liyuan's arms, trying to cover up all her fragility.

Those who took the medicine had relaxed and hopeful smiles on their faces. They were saved and they could continue to live.

But the joy of regaining a new life was extinguished when he turned his head to look at those who had no medicine to take.

Yes, they can continue to live, so what should these people do?
The medicine in their hands was given up by these people on their own initiative.

Most of the people who took the medicine were able-bodied young people. This was a last resort. In the face of such disasters, too many people have died. They need more young people to rebuild and develop, and those who are nothing The elderly and children with strength, it's not that they don't want to save, but they have no ability to save.
Those who have no medicine to eat, the light in their eyes gradually goes out, although they regret it, they do not regret it.

They have no future to speak of, but these young people do, so they don't regret it, but it's a pity that they haven't been able to see their children get married and have children, and they haven't been able to hug their little grandson or granddaughter with their own hands. Tell them stories about when you were young
Inside and outside the ward, the medical staff who came from afar have long been weeping. Most of those who choose to practice medicine are kind-hearted. In ancient times, there were doctors who hung pots to help the world and save the common people. This belief should be passed down for thousands of years and never cease.

But now, they obviously have a way to save them, but they can only watch them die. This kind of powerlessness is like a stone that weighs heavily on their hearts, causing a dull dull feeling at the position of their hearts. pain.

The hospital has sent out a distress signal to the whole country. They have developed an antidote, but they are short of medicinal materials.

Although all parts of the country responded positively, from the collection of medicinal materials to the preparation and delivery, it was too late in time.

The collection process alone is enough to consume these patients to death
Those who have no medicine to eat can only keep their eyes open and suffer from the pain until they completely lose their vitality.