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Maybe it was Tian Feng's intelligence that disturbed him, maybe that deep despair really belonged to him. +++Mobile reading visit m.readwn.com Logically, he shouldn’t have collapsed because he lost a friend and foe, but Shu Jun has no time to think about it now.

Emotions will not lie.

Shu Jun stood there, holding Zhu Yanchen tightly blankly, his brain blank. The violent pain grabbed his lungs, and he couldn't breathe, even unable to make a sound.

No, it's not time to give up. Now a minute cannot be wasted.

He frantically pushed himself with the wind, crossed the passage cut by the big sword before, and got into the deepest room of the stronghold. The lights in the room were still flashing brightly and darkly, and the purification equipment Zhu Yanchen had previously installed was still working.

This is the cleanest place nearby.

There is still a small object that Zhu Yanchen has tossed about on the table. A few hours ago, that person stayed here well. The vivid images in his memory made Shu Jun's back numb. He bit himself hard, his sharp canine teeth almost bit his lips through.

The pain and blood calmed him a bit.

Shu Jun hugged Zhu Yanchen and gently placed him on the ground. Zhu Yanchen's expression is quite calm, and even (Shui Shui) has never been so peaceful before. The wound in his abdomen was still slowly oozing dark (colored) blood, and his breath and heartbeat showed no signs of returning.

Shu Jun tore through Zhu Yanchen's collar, pressing the layered scars on his palm, directly starting CPR.

Zhu Yanchen did not react, his skin was as pale as ever. Every second that passed turned into a blade, scraping back and forth on the nerves. Shu Jun didn't realize that he was crying until the tears wet the other's (chest xiong) mouth.

Must think of another way.

I have no medicines, no equipment, and no follow-up medical methods. In these short few minutes, he must find another way-tore a way out of nothingness.

Immediately after the **** battle, his brain was still a bit sluggish, and people even felt that they were about to lose their tuo. But Shu Jun didn't dare to stop for a moment, he (kissing wen) the cold lips again and again, pour air in.

His own ability is (zhenzhen) suppression, but even if (zhenzhen) suppresses the corrosive substance in Zhu Yanchen's body, his (bodyshen) body is already riddled with holes.

You have to find a way to treat Zhu Yanchen, at least to keep his wounds from getting worse and his organs to work normally.

...Speaking of this, how did you survive? It seems that Zhu Yanchen let him touch the bog where he is dealing with corpses. The bog in his body has learned how to construct a human body and coexist with human tissues.

But Zhu Yanchen was a normal human being and couldn't stand the entire swamp. Before the Erosion Society and human tissues coexist, his (flesh) body will be eroded away, leaving at most a bit of information for those eroded bogs. Monday is a ready-made example.

This road will not work.

It would be great if the eclipse in Zhu Yanchen's body could be obedient, he thought desperately. Let them mimic human tissues spontaneously, just like...like those **** creations of Tian Feng.

and many more.

He defeated the eroded Tian Feng and stayed in her mind for a while. Countless pieces of information flooded into his mind, and all he could tell immediately was "the part that humans can understand." What if his Swamp got relevant information? Will he already be able to do something similar?

There is no need to build puppet giants, and no need to raise four-legged monsters in captivity. He only needs to be honest and obedient to the scattered corrosive qualities, stop destroying, and simulate normal human tissues instead.

Fragmented eroding quality is not eroding marsh, and Shu Jun wonders if such a whimsical plan will work. The only person who can answer him is right in front of him, and his body is getting colder.

There is no time, there is only one experiment method.

Shu Jun decisively raised his hand and grabbed a hand toward his neck. The sharp nails broke open, and blood splashed out suddenly. The injury was not serious, and it wouldn't make him weak enough to continue the rescue. But it is not light, if left alone, he will definitely die due to blood loss.

The instinct of eroding marsh is to survive, so now is the time to survive. If that skill is really hidden in his body, his instinct will force it out.

And he will remember that feeling.

This time, Shu Jun's intuition was not wrong. The weak state actually helped him. As the blood was lost a lot, his neck gradually developed a hot and itchy sensation. Shu Jun hurriedly used his fingertips to thrash—this was less than half a minute, and the deep wound had already protruded new (肉rou).

well. But it was not enough, he was not familiar enough with this feeling.

He raised his hand again, scratched his neck, and continued the CPR mechanically. A large amount of blood splashed on Zhu Yanchen's broken shirt, soaking the white (color) cloth into pure black (color).

Shu Jun's vision gradually began to blur, and the previous fierce fighting and blood loss made him tired and hungry. He was dizzy for a while, and he wanted to (sleep Shui) over there on the spot.

He can't fall yet.

Shu Jun tore open the wound again, this time he caught the tail of inspiration.

Command after command circulated endlessly, and Shu Jun tried his best to command the erosion in Zhu Yanchen's body. (Zhenzhen) suppress, imitate. (Zhenzhen) suppress, imitate. Repress and imitate again.

During the whole process, Shu Jun didn't dare to come out, his **** hands kept covering Zhu Yanchen's mouth. The feeling is very mysterious, like holding a slippery mud and trying to make it into a fine statue. Mu did not have his own consciousness, he could only try again and again.

Finally, changes quietly appeared.

The blood splashed on Zhu Yanchen slowly disappeared, as if absorbed by the pale skin. The wound on Zhu Yanchen's abdomen healed at an extremely slow speed, and the internal organs (exposed) slowly became blood (color).

not enough.

People are weak to a certain level, and their spirits seem to be away from the body. Shu Jun could no longer feel the touch from his fingertips, he just kept repeating the rescue action, and his energy was all concentrated on Zhu Yanchen.

Even if it doesn't reach the level of forming an erosion marsh, those erosion qualities must also obey. He can't fail - although he doesn't know why, Shu Jun is quite sure, he can't bear the consequences of failure.

(Zhenzhen) Suppress, imitate, and finally dominate.

A little shock came from Zhu Yanchen's silent chest, and the pale body finally began to breathe again. Although the breath is weak and cold, it does exist.

He took him back.

Shu Jun stopped his cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but he didn't stop the mental instructions-to save it to the end. He was not sure whether he could successfully return to this special mental state after this time.

Zhu Yanchen did not wake up breathing again, and Shu Jun still put his hand on his (chest xiong) mouth. The recovered heartbeat was like a shot (strong qiang), and Shu Jun remained motionless, sinking into a state of almost fanatical.

Repair, all must be repaired. He could not help repeating those corroded qualities, perhaps it was an illusion, Shu Jun could even hear the corroded marsh screaming in his body.

...You must not harm this body.

I don't know how long it took, and new changes appeared again.

The wound on Zhu Yanchen's abdomen had long since disappeared, and black (colored) corrosive substances gradually leaked out of his skin, connected into pieces, and then pulled into silk, gradually wrapping Zhu Yanchen's body inside. Shu Jun's brain is no longer able to process the scene in front of him. He only knows that he can't seem to touch Zhu Yanchen's skin.

Then get closer.

He opened his arms and hugged the giant black cocoon in front of him. Continue to repeat those instructions.

Shu Jun didn't know how long it had passed. His lips (dry gan) were cracked, his clothes were stuck to his skin with half (dry gan) sweat, and his body was sinking into lead. Everything around him was blurred, and he vaguely heard Monday screaming, yelling "hungry."

And the eroded cocoon finally (dry gan) withered, and the thin shell collapsed inch by inch, (exposing) the people inside.

Zhu Yanchen's clothes had long been eroded by corrosion, and those scars disappeared together. Now his skin is smooth and intact, with healthy blood (color). The original weak breathing became steady and long, and his heartbeat sounded majestic and powerful.

Shu Jun raised his eyes and saw the opponent's opened eyes.

It might be over, he turned his numb mind and did one last thing.

"You... take it... cover it." Shu Jun's voice was hoarse and frightening, he threw off his blood-soaked coat and pushed it onto Zhu Yanchen. "Don't run naked..."

Zhu Yanchen's eyes walked around from the room, and finally stopped on Shu Jun. He looked shocked and confused: "You--"

"Don't ask, General Marshal." Shu Jun tried hard to smile at him, "I'm not good at it, anyway you...good morning."

Before he finished speaking, he fell forward and threw Zhu Yanchen, who was about to get up, back to the ground.

Zhu Yanchen: "..."

He hesitated for a while, but finally did not move, letting Shu Jun put his head on the (chest xiong) mouth. After a few minutes, he held Shujun tightly, lowered his head extremely carefully, and (kissed wen) the top of the other party's hair.

"Good (sleep Shui)." He glanced at his corroded arm and whispered softly. "I'll get some medicine, and I'll be back soon."

However, before Zhu Yanchen got up, he frowned and stopped.

Corrosion did not attach the skin (flesh) as usual, slowly eroding his body. At this moment it looked like mercury, forming a standard sphere on his skin, and then Gu Lulu rolled down to the ground like raindrops splashing from a lotus leaf.

Zhu Yanchen's eyes moved upward along the flying corrosive substance, and he finally discovered the abnormality of his body-the terrifying erosion wounds on his hands were missing, and his skin was extremely healthy, and he couldn't even find any cocoons.

This time he was silent for quite a long time.

Having been stiff for more than ten minutes, Zhu Yanchen lay down again and hugged Shu Jun, who had fallen into sleep (Shui), into his arms.

"You have done something amazing again." He closed his eyes.

"... Quite an incredible thing."

Shu Jun had a dream.

Perhaps it was because he received too much strange information from Tian Feng, he dreamed of a scene he had never seen before.

He dreamed of wandering in the city on the "other side" when he was young. The night (color) is deep, and the stars are shining in the sky. There was another child standing in front of him, with beautiful features, and his hair was not short, but it fell softly to his collarbone. He is half a head shorter than himself, and his body has the fragility that is characteristic of the rich children.

He - or she - looked a little horrified, his shoulders collapsed cringingly, and his movements were a little awkward, like a chick just stepping out of the cage.

He heard himself smiling and asking: [Still turning here so late, don’t you get lost? 】

Seeing someone talk, the child was startled and did not answer.

[Hey, do you want to follow me? ] Shu Jun approached quite naturally, [I know this very well, I can take you home...what's your name? 】

[...Yan Chen. The child seemed to have said three words, but his voice was too low, Shu Jun could only hear the last two.

[Smoke? 】

He is used to scratching his hair.

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