Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

For three days, fifteen people picked fruits almost non-stop, thinking that if they could pick one more, they could save one more life.

Teng Xiyan was experimenting with potions day and night, and countless failed experimental potions were piled up. Li Jiahe saw that his face was getting pale and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. He felt like he had been hit by something. He followed Teng Xiyan around, helping him day and night. .

He was holding on to the experimental table, feeling dizzy suddenly coming to his head, and his body was teetering on the verge of collapse.

Seeing that his face turned pale, Li Jiahe quickly held his arm: "You go and take a rest first, your body can't bear it!"

Teng Xiyan shook his head. No matter how he tested this medicine, the results were the same as those of Boris. The antibodies would only last for three days and there was no possibility of change.

The three-day deadline was approaching, but he was helpless.

"Jiahe, I don't seem to be able to save them..." Teng Xiyan's vision became blurry, and everything in the laboratory became spinning, and finally fell into darkness.

"Teng..."

Everything around him became quiet, and his cold body seemed to sink into the deep sea, with black shadows wrapping his hands around him and pulling him toward the abyss.

It was as if a pair of hands grabbed him and dragged him out of the water. His ears suddenly turned from the silent seabed to noisy, and his vision gradually turned from hazy darkness to light.

"Ayan."

A reassuring voice burst out from the noisy sounds. Teng Xiyan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Cang Mingzhu's worried and distressed face.

"Speak!"

"Sick beauty, are you okay!?"

"Are you okay? Teng Xiyan?"

Countless voices of worry and concern rushed towards him. Teng Xiyan closed his eyes, tears fell from the ends of his eyes, and his chest heaved.

"I can't save them...Mingzhu...I can't save them..."

Teng Xiyan's voice was hoarse, and his throat was whimpering silently. Tears continued to overflow from the ends of his eyes, and his heart throbbed violently, like a helpless and confused child.

"I can't save them..."

Everyone was startled and turned their heads to cover their red eyes. They did not expect that Teng Xiyan was the most emotional one.

Cang Mingzhu grabbed Teng Xiyan, pulled him into his arms, slowly tightened his arms, and said in a panic: "Don't cry... you have done enough... don't cry..."

Teng Xiyan clutched the corner of his clothes, and his tears soaked Cang Mingzhu's clothes. His voice was choked and trembling: "But I couldn't save them... I'm not a genius at all..."

Cang Mingzhu closed his eyes, his heart throbbing violently. He gently stroked Teng Xiyan's thin back, holding back the sore throat, and comforted: "Ayan, you are the best person and a genius. They I will thank you for what you have done for them silently behind the scenes. Really, Ayan, thank you, please don’t cry..."

Teng Xiyan's body trembled slightly, and he kept sobbing silently in his arms.

Lin Wangxi turned around and wiped her red eyes with her hands.

Li Jiaoyang also looked at the ceiling, sucked in the red tip of his nose, and whispered: "Fuck!"

Tantai Zhao remained silent, pulled Lin Wangxi and Li Jiaoyang out, and gently closed the door.

Lin Wangxi couldn't help it for a moment, lay down on the railing and started crying.

Li Jiaoyang took a deep breath and calmed his trembling tone: "Why are you crying? Stop crying!"

Lin Wangxi cried even more unbearably, her head buried in her arms and her body trembling.

Li Jiaoyang's throat was tight. He looked at Tantai Zhao, feeling a little at a loss. Tantai Zhao patted his shoulder and raised his chin, signaling for him to comfort him.

"Go quickly!" Tantai Zhao pushed him and urged in a low voice.

Li Jiaoyang was pushed directly behind Lin Wangxi and struggled for a moment. Just when he was about to raise his hand to pat Lin Wangxi's shoulder, he was suddenly hugged by a pair of hands around his waist.

Lin Wangxi was buried in Li Jiaoyang's arms, crying intermittently: "Li Jiaoyang, I feel so uncomfortable..."

"They are obviously strangers... Why do we have to save them..." Lin Wangxi began to be confused. People she knew died one by one in front of her eyes, but people she didn't know were alive and well. what......

Li Jiaoyang hung his hands behind her, gently and tentatively touched Lin Wangxi's back, and finally hugged her slowly.

"You...stop crying..." Li Jiaoyang didn't know how to comfort people, and the person standing in front of him was the person he liked. Li Jiaoyang looked at Tantai Zhao as if he was begging for help.

But Tantai Zhao just waved to him, turned around, crossed his arms and left alone.

"Li Jiaoyang..."

Li Jiaoyang's heart felt like he was hit, and his heartbeat suddenly became faster. He tightened his arms, "I'm here, I'm here!"

After they left, the room fell silent.

Teng Xiyan's rapid breathing could only be heard. Cang Mingzhu wiped Teng Xiyan's tears tirelessly and sat quietly aside without speaking.

After Teng Xiyan adjusted his emotions, he raised his reddish eyes that were swollen from crying, but his face was still a little pale, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Cang Mingzhu shook his head, stood up and moved closer to him: "It's best that you are safe."

Teng Xiyan's expression was startled, and he lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes. He tried to speak as calmly as possible, but he still couldn't hide the trembling tone and said: "Mingzhu, I'm really scared...what if something happens to you?" , I am also powerless like this, so what should I do...?”

"Then give up on me and live."

Cang Mingzhu raised his hands and held Teng Xiyan's cheek, his eyes firm and calm: "We must live."

Teng Xiyan raised his hand and grabbed Cang Mingzhu's hand, with a serious look on his face, and asked, "What if I die?"

Cang Mingzhu was silent for a long time, and then moved his eyes away. Panic flashed through his eyes, and he said: "You will not die, I will protect you well."

Teng Xiyan closed his eyes and held back the tears that were about to overflow, feeling sour in his heart.

After opening his eyes, he smiled a smile that reassured Cang Mingzhu: "Don't worry, nothing will happen. The disaster is almost over."

After only resting for half a day, Teng Xiyan insisted on returning to the research institute. As he got to the back, Teng Xiyan's desperate energy slowly emerged, and Cang Mingzhu had no way to do anything to him.

Fu Zhou was discarding a failed experimental potion. Looking at Teng Xiyan, he couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Come back so soon? Can your tattered body really endure until the disaster is over?"

Teng Xiyan took the nutrient supplement prepared by himself in the laboratory and drank it in one gulp.

"You will know if you can carry it. You will know if you try it."

He wiped the corners of his mouth, his chin became sharper, his eyes were deep and plain, and the sad look disappeared from his pale face, making him very deserted.

Fu Zhou walked to the other side, picked up a prepared potion and handed it to him: "Try?"