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He also has a strong and pungent medicinal smell, even the fragrance of the mountain cannot cover up one or two of it.

He supported the tree trunk with one hand, and the palm of his hand was close to the rain-drenched tree trunk. It was no longer cold, and even the burning pain that had never been felt spread rapidly.

He stood there in a daze, but his eyes never moved, just staring at the woman in black on the steps.

Looking from his direction, he could only see her sideways, she was wearing a black gauze, occasionally the gauze fluttered in the wind, and he recognized her face through the air strike at this time.

His face was covered with horrific cuts and burns.

Although he only saw her sideways, the blood all over his body suddenly flowed backwards, violently impacting his heart and lungs with his unstoppable posture.

It seemed that the turbulent waves rolled over, and the waves splashed on the stone wall, and then gradually receded.

Yuan Zheng's mind went blank, he couldn't even move his eyes anymore, his eyes just looked at her so directly.

This vague gesture shattered his thoughts and reason in an instant.

The suppressed ups and downs of his body silently vented the horror and pain in his heart.

The grief in his eyes disturbed the dismal cloud.

At this moment, the surrounding air silently condensed to a low point, and the light in Yuan Zheng's eyes was as hot as molten lava, and he was looking at her like this from the beginning to the end.

Such focused and burning eyes seemed to freeze Chu Zhesheng in his pupils.

His heart, which had been buried in layers of yellow sand, was breaking through the ground at this moment. The heart was beating crazily, and his even breathing was gradually rapid.

His already pale complexion was now a little darker because of the dim mist.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, he finally spoke.

"I'm a new drug boy in the valley, the owner of the valley... let me take care of the girl."

The jerky and deep voice was faintly oozing with a little choking and unpleasant coarse sand.

I don't know how long the time has passed, Yuan Zheng raised his foot and stepped on the steps step by step to get closer to her.

The silent time opened up a long distance between them, every step he took, his breathing became more intense, and the madly beating heart no longer belonged to him.

The distance between him and her is only about ten steps, but each step seems too long in Yuan Zheng's eyes.

He looked at the man in his dream who was so close at hand, he didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

I'm afraid this is an illusory and grand dream.

His pale lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and he finally crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, walked through the desolate years, and walked through the barren yellow sand.

He stood in front of her.

As expected, she still opened her eyes without any emotion.

She was out of sight.

Therefore, he can't expect too much.

He never thought that Chu Zhesheng was still alive, and to him, it was already a great joy.

In an instant, thousands of emotions rolled up in his eyes.

Ecstasy, excitement, trembling... All kinds of emotions gushed out like a torrent.

But he couldn't show any flaws, and tried his best to restrain his excitement.

Chu Zhesheng let go of her hanging heart slightly, and she reached out to fumble for the wooden stick in front of her, unintentionally revealing her wrist full of scars.

Yuan Zheng who was originally standing in front of her shrank his eyes.

"I'll help you."

His voice was just like hers, ugly and harsh.

Chu Zhesheng looked in the direction of the sound source, and there was boundless darkness in front of him.

When Yuan Zheng's eyes were fully magnified with her facial contours, tears welled up in the eyes of the resolute emperor who had always killed.

Even though Gu Zhu had heard about how weak her body was, all the foreshadowing was not as good as this deep glance.

It was as if his heart had been split open by a sharp axe, blood was dripping, and his skin was torn apart.

What kind of eyes are those?

Desolate, empty, numb, gray and decadent.

All the misfortunes and tragedies in the world seemed to have been written into her eyes.

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