Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

She relaxed a little, felt her body shaky, stumbled a step, and was held steady by a warm hand. The severe pain was still far away, the tinnitus was still strong, she heard someone calling her name, but it was vague and didn't feel real... It was as if the cold little person she had just held had taken all the pain for her, leaving her with only emptiness and numbness.

At this moment, she only knew that Fushe and the others were back. As for the rest, the rest... she no longer had the energy to think about the rest. Feeling that she was comfortably placed in a broad and warm embrace, Lin Huan gently closed her eyes... She was a little tired, so let her rest for a while, it would be fine soon.

"That wind wall..." Boyang's voice was faintly heard.

"Those are our fallen comrades."

"She... took so much effort to set up a plan to shoot the dragon beast, because..."

It was too far away to hear clearly. No, it was not just because of Xiaozhi. She could not break the black dragon's defense alone, so she could only use the power of the crossbow. This was the tactic she had silently promised, but the result was that it killed... the child who had a sincere heart of protection and should have a promising future and a long life.

"Is Mr. Feng okay?"

"He is unconscious due to exhaustion. But the injuries on his body..." the military doctor's voice came, "I... dare not move."

Boyang was silent for a while, and finally sighed, "She won't struggle, you can treat her."

"There is no way to treat internal injuries and contamination. But for external injuries, at least they need to be bandaged. Wait..." Boyang's eyes fell deeply on the unconscious woman. Waiting for her to wake up before explaining it to her, wouldn't that be another kind of cruelty for her at this moment?

He stood up and walked out of the tent, holding his forehead, and it took him a long time to recover. Standing at the entrance of the abyss, he never thought that when he saw her again, he would see such a terrible scene! From his and Yasha's perspective, the blue dragon used its body to trap the black dragon tightly, allowing the two flying crossbow arrows to pierce its chest. That scene made his heart twitch violently.

Fortunately... Fortunately it wasn't true... Fortunately she didn't use her body to block it, fortunately she didn't choose to lose both sides. Fortunately, she was still caring about them.

Boyang sighed softly and turned to walk towards another tent. There sat a man who was almost crazy and wanted to rush into the abyss to vent all his emotions. His emotions were already very unstable, and his karma and pollution made him even more erratic, furious and manic. And the scene just now was not just his heart that trembled. Boyang walked over, stretched out his hand and pressed Yasha's shoulders, stopping the feet that were about to step into the abyss.

"Brother Yaksha, that's enough! Please wake up! Now is not the time to act on impulse! Please wait a moment, wait a moment!" Boyang growled.

"I'm sober! Haha, I'm sober!... I've already discovered the secrets and weaknesses of the Abyss Black Tide, as well as the Jedi you found... Haha... The battle is almost over! Why wait?!" The man laughed suddenly. He looked up at the sky, his eyes changing unpredictably. Sometimes he collapsed in pain, sometimes he was crazy and hideous. Bo Yang looked at his expression, and his heart sank.

"No, I have to deal with it immediately, I have to end the battle immediately... so that I can go home." After saying this, he tried to break free from Bo Yang's restraints and rushed into the abyss. His speed was several times faster than before.

"Hey! Brother Yaksha! Don't be stupid... You can't do it alone! It's dangerous!" Boyang had just finished speaking when he heard a sharp flute sound like crying coming from the other tent.

The next moment, Yaksha stopped and slowly quieted down.

The curtain was opened, and a thin figure, whose dark green robe was soaked in blood and turned into a dark black color, walked out slowly, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, which looked familiar. Was that sound coming from this wind instrument? The sound of the flute was elegant and gentle, and Boyang had never heard it produce such a sobbing and desperate cry.

"Where are you going?" Her voice was also hoarse, like crying blood.