After wearing a beautiful proton

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Zhao Changling was sweating profusely, and was about to pick her up when there was a loud slapping sound outside the door!

"Bang! Bang! Bang——" The sound of messy impacts can be heard endlessly.

Uncle Zhong's face was pale, he pressed his shoulder against the door frame firmly, gritted his teeth and said, "They're coming!"

Zhao Changling put down Huiniang first, looked through the door frame, and saw countless living dead rushing towards each other.

They are crazy and anxious, with twisted limbs. Fortunately, they lack IQ and don't know how to open the door. They can only hit the door with brute force, otherwise this place will soon fall!

"Hey!" Suddenly, a big blue hand passed through the door frame and grabbed Uncle Zhong's lapel.

Uncle Zhong was terrified and slapped the withered hand in a panic, but he couldn't get rid of it.

"Crack!" Uncle Wan raised an ax and chopped off the big hand, blood staining their skirts red.

Uncle Wan shouted: "Persevere! Don't be discouraged!"

This group of old men gritted their teeth, held their weak hands against the doors and windows, and their fear made them tremble.

Uncle Wan cut off an arm again, turned his head and urged: "Young Master Ling, please take care of Hui Niang, she is about to give birth!"

Zhao Changling was very anxious and scrupled, so he did not act for a long time.

Uncle Wan gave a bleak smile, and said in relief: "Our group of immortals are blessed by our ancestors to live up to now, but that unborn child, he...his life has just begun..."

Uncle Zhong was still in shock, and firmly agreed: "That's right! Because of my womanly kindness, I have put them in a desperate situation many times. If my life can't continue, then... I can't live in vain!"

Although the rest of the old people did not refute or nod, their cloudy eyes shone with unwavering determination.

Zhao Changling's heart trembled, he saw the determination to die from the eyes of these old men!

At this moment, Zhao Changling stopped persuading her. He trusted the survivors in Qiaotou Village wholeheartedly, and immediately went to appease Hui Niang, instructing her to breathe correctly and use force.

bang bang bang-

The sound of beating the doors and windows was like a hammer, hitting everyone's heart heavily.

Maybe the attack of the living dead was too fierce, or maybe this group of old people were too old, a wooden door was knocked open by the living dead!

The living dead who moved after hearing the sound immediately rushed over, swarming up, trying to go in here to hunt prey.

However, they underestimated the tenacity of human nature after all!

A thin old man's feet were trembling, and he yelled and rushed towards the broken window, blocking the way tightly with his shriveled chest, his fingers tightly grasping the gap, not allowing himself to move half a step!

"Roar--"

A living dead man bit him, and then countless living dead rushed over, wantonly scratching, biting and bloodthirsty.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Everyone at the scene was in great pain and hatred. They burst into tears and looked away in unison, not daring to look at the tragedy in the world.

But an old man's strength is limited after all, under the bite of the living dead, the old man gradually lost his breath.

His eyes widened, he let go of his hand reluctantly, and his bloody body fell limply.

The living dead who tasted the flesh and blood became more and more crazy. They screamed and roared, like hell ghosts, and rushed forward.

Suddenly, another old man blocked the window!

He was skinny, with trembling footsteps. He was at the age of caring for the rest of his life, but his chest was filled with infinite pride and arrogance. For his companion and for the child who was about to come, he was willing to die!

"Ahhhhhhh..." The hoarse shouts resounded through the sky.

Soon, the third old man got in the way...

The fourth and fifth old people sacrificed their lives!

Zhao Changling's eyes were gradually blurred by tears, he was never a crybaby, even though he was bruised, he never cried out for pain.

Now, he is cowardly and blames himself, and he is not omnipotent in the face of powerful enemies.In the face of desperation, he is not alone, he has support behind him...

Hui Niang was still screaming, and foul-smelling blood gushed out from under her body. This amount of bleeding was obviously abnormal.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Hui Niang clenched her teeth tightly and squeezed out a weak voice: "Save my child! I can't live anymore, save my child!"

Zhao Changling's heart was sore, his lips trembled, and his smile was uglier than crying, "What nonsense are you talking about, you are the child's mother, you have to grow up with him!"

Hui Niang's face was pale and she was sweating profusely. She suddenly arched her back, screamed again and again, and then fell powerlessly to the ground.

Zhao Changling was terrified, and hurriedly looked at her lower body, a chubby little foot stretched out!

Dystocia!

As soon as this thought came out, Zhao Changling sweated profusely, and hurriedly patted Hui Niang's cheek, calling her to wake up.

Hui Niang woke up dizzy, and she took in big mouthfuls of air, trying to relieve the pain in her body, but it was useless after all.

Zhao Changling held the little foot, pushed it in gently, and searched for the baby's head on Hui Niang's belly with his big hand, trying to put the baby in the right direction.

Suddenly, Huiniang grasped Zhao Changling's wrist and said with a bleak smile, "No need... no need..."

"Don't be discouraged! Think about your unborn child!" Zhao Changling held her cheek, his eyes were bright, and said solemnly: "Live! Take your child and live together!"

Hui Niang wept bitterly. She suppressed her crying at first, but gradually, she couldn't bear it any more. She was out of breath from crying, and her whole body was surrounded by despair.

At the same time, Zhao Changling was persistently adjusting the child's posture, but he smelled a strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose.

Seeing Hui Niang's paler complexion, Zhao Changling was startled, looked down, and saw the blood on her lower body was gurgling like a bank had been broken.

Blood collapsed!

Hui Niang felt something in her heart, she had no other thoughts, she opened her heavy eyelids, and begged: "I am exhausted, please help me! Please help me!"

Zhao Changling froze when he heard the words.

Hui Niang thought he was unwilling, and said eagerly: "Young Master Ling, all of this is my original intention, you don't need to worry too much! If... If my child dies, I will be a ghost and I will not be safe!"

Zhao Changling touched her belly, and could still feel the faint movement. He quietly touched the sword with his right hand, and asked tremblingly, "You... what else do you want to explain?"

Hui Niang burst into tears, she sniffed, and said sadly: "Tell my child, if he can survive, he must eat well, study well, grow up well, and become a man of indomitable spirit in the future!"

"If...he doesn't have the skills, then it's good to be a farmer, marry another wife, have a few children, and it's better to raise some chickens and ducks. During the Chinese New Year, you don't have to worry..."

"My child...my poor child, I love him deeply, even if I die, I will silently be by his side..."

"Young Master Ling, if my child can grow up alive, please tell him, don't be afraid, go forward boldly...don't be afraid..."

Hui Niang's arms drooped limply.

Zhao Changling was devastated, closed Huiniang's wide eyes, and said in a low voice, "I've made a note of it!"

The next moment, he grasped the sharp sword tightly, cut through Hui Niang's belly, and took out a crumpled baby.

"It's so ugly..." Like a little old man, but also like a little monkey.

Zhao Changling held the crying baby on the side of Hui Niang's face, feeling the mother's warmth.

Strange to say, the dirty baby stopped crying after getting close to the mother, and babbled and babbled its mouth, stretching and retracting its little tongue, very cute.

Zhao Changling muttered to himself, "He's a boy, very healthy and lively, with eyebrows and eyes that look like you..."

Hui Niang died in childbirth, and fell into the eyes of the old people, sighing and regretting to the extreme.

This poor woman, after all, she still couldn't resist. Fortunately, she left behind a child, and their old bones are not dead in vain!

Uncle Zhong looked at the rest of the villagers, understood everyone's decision, and begged, "Young Master Ling, I entrust this newborn child to you. Please take the time to give it up for adoption..."

"We, the group of immortals, can't repay us. If there is another life left, we will make cows and horses to repay our kindness!"

Zhao Changling held the child in his arms, his eyes were loose, and gradually he couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could hear the deafening roars clearly.

"We... have to go together..." Zhao Changling was in a daze.

Uncle Zhong smiled wryly, and said sincerely: "Fortunately, Mr. Ling helped us along the way, otherwise we would not be able to survive long ago! Great kindness, keep it in mind!

Uncle Zhong knew him not long ago, but he knew his nature well.This taciturn noble young man, seemed aloof and cold, but his heart was as soft as dust, and he went through life and death for strangers like them, without asking for anything in return.

Uncle Zhong doesn't want to put him in danger anymore, it's time to call it a day.

"Master Ling, let's go!"

Zhao Changling carried the child on his back, looked at the increasingly fierce living dead outside, and remained silent.

Seeing his stubbornness, Uncle Zhong yelled, "Let's go! We can't hold on anymore!"

The living dead crashed against the doors and windows with increasing force, and the villagers gradually became exhausted and unable to support them.

Zhao Changling trembled all over, made up his mind, looked around, kept each of their faces in his heart, held the long sword, turned and left.

Suddenly, Uncle Zhong asked: "Young Master Ling, where are you from? What kind of customs can raise a person like you?"

As Zhao Changling walked, he said nostalgicly, "I'm from China..."

Uncle Zhong looked at his leaving back, thinking melancholy: Huaxia?That place must be beautiful...

The bright moon is bright, and people's hearts are boundless.

Zhao Changling, carrying the fat and white child on his back, broke through the pursuit of the living dead and galloped across the boundless lonely land.

boom--

The sound of doors and windows being smashed entered the ears along the night wind.

Zhao Changling's mind was in turmoil, his footsteps were vain, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world and lost his former divine light.