My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 393
The young man dragged his broken body. He had already tried his best to stay awake, and there was no room left for him to treat himself.

As for the healing charms on his body, he had used up the last one when he was about to die for the hundreds of times.

The young man raised his head and saw the cheering crowd in front of him, and the composition was so familiar.

He turned around stiffly, and the green lawn was empty.

It’s different from the painting.

The young man reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief, but when he took another step forward, he suddenly tripped.

But he didn't fall on the lawn. What was within reach were the cold dragon scales.

The young man stood up stiffly and saw a young white dragon lying in front of him. Most of her scales were broken, and blood was still oozing from the hole in her abdomen.

He remembered that before he passed out just now, there was nothing in front of him...

The young man suddenly seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, but his confused mind prevented him from thinking about anything.

"Qingnang...ah, Qingshu..."

Under the bright morning light, the traces of green light appeared fainter than fireflies.

nothing works...

The young man was stunned, and then bit his tongue firmly. New blood dripped down the corners of his mouth, and soon became a sticky thread, but the effect was still barely there.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The boy let out an inarticulate roar and let go of the hand he had been holding, and some items that were about to be deformed fell out.

He picked up one of the green syringes and plunged it directly into his heart!

The next moment, the solid green light crazily injected into the body of the young dragon, and only the peripheral vision healed the boy's wounds quickly, but most of them were used to heal the boy's heart and chest that were repeatedly torn apart. .

The scales fell off layer by layer, and the baby dragon's body suddenly shrank. The originally young body of four or five meters turned into an even younger girl in the blink of an eye...

Her skin seemed to be transparent and supple, but without any color.

The young man who had recovered a little quickly took out a piece of loose clothing, wrapped the little girl tightly, then held her in his arms and tried his best to treat her.

But after she returned to the appearance of a little girl, the rich spiritual power began to spread crazily around her, even causing the surrounding lawns to grow crazily. But to the little girl, nothing seemed to have happened.

And this scene was very familiar to him...

Having his meridians stripped away and the elixir taken out means death to this world.

Just like a fallen stone, no matter how perfect it is repaired, it is just the final inertia.

"Don't be afraid..." After feeling the little girl's weak breath, the boy whispered comforting words into her ear.

"Brother, brother..." The little girl's voice was too soft, and her lips didn't even tremble.

"I had a nightmare..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm awake now..." The boy hugged her and whispered softly, while blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he used the [Qing Nang Book] to maintain her condition.

However, as a chessboard appeared in the sky, the system began to read the dragon ball's refining bar, and this was the world the little girl woke up in. "Sleepy," the little girl lowered her head and leaned on the boy's shoulder. She could no longer slowly move to a comfortable position like before.

"Don't sleep——!" The boy who often puts little girls to sleep stopped him with a hoarse voice: "Hang on, brother will definitely save you!"

The little girl suddenly realized something. She didn't quite understand it, but she knew what to do.

"I'm lying if I don't leave here..."

"Well, I dug sand to bury my brother..."

"The ones you don't eat are the ones that don't taste good..."

The little girl stammered, but it made the boy even more confused.

When An Tong and she were talking, they used similar reasons because they were afraid that the other party would be worried. The little girl also heard it at that time. Unfortunately, she couldn't lie to others or make up excuses.

She couldn't think of any reason why the food was poisonous. All she could think of was that it didn't taste good.

"That doesn't matter, I promised..."

Halfway through the boy's words, the little girl's weak body hung on his chest, sliding down bit by bit.

And her little hand, which had been groping just now, trying to find the cuff, now hung down as if a string had been broken.

Her little hand slowly let go, and a small paper ball rolled out from the seam of her hand and fell next to the boy.

The young man picked it up stiffly and found that it was wrapped with half a piece of chocolate. This was the half piece that he fed her in the desert. She seemed to have been carrying it with her since her schoolbag broke.

And this piece of paper has a crooked writing on it [讠shoot讠 body-inch].

And underneath the thank you is my extremely ugly handwriting.

'Do you want to follow me, I will take you out of here. '

The young man looked at the words on it, and then looked at the clear blue sky, which was so bright.

"I obviously promised her..."

[What’s the point of designing this kind of plot? I’m confused. Can I write the main plot honestly?]

[If you don’t have enough strength to go to the border, you’ll just force yourself into a secret realm. After fighting the beast tide, it will still be a beast tide. If you brush one dragon twice, you won’t even be able to write about other BOSSs, right? 】

[And how long have we been waiting for the plot of the border, and we have to intersperse such an inexplicable slap-in-the-face plot, and the word count has to be small? 】

[Written about such a stupid person who comes out to steal the spotlight, and he can still get to the D level. There is no foreshadowing. He just grabs it right away. I really vomited. I really didn’t think that readers would feel happy after seeing this kind of plot. Bar? 】

[It’s understandable that this kind of plagiarism king doesn’t let us use our brains, but can we not use our brains to make hot pot base? 】

[If you scold you, I will go to the palace. What the hell? I can write a book on anything these days.]

[Trash book and deleted comments, screw it]

(End of this chapter)