MTL - Black Ride-Chapter 33 Injury

When consciousness has just emerged, it can vaguely perceive the world around us. Every inch of the world's texture is reddish, orange spots, white spots emit a distorted light, constantly displaced in the red-red world, except for the redness of the flow, there is nothing else that lasts for a long time. Unordered and meaningless movement.

This world has lasted for a long time. Suddenly, the originally red world began to have a temperature, and there was a wave of gas. The temperature of the air wave is very high, and it is hotter than the water vapor of 100 degrees. Every time it is swallowed, it brings endless burning pain. The pain slammed the confused consciousness, and finally, the confused consciousness began to have a lucidity.

A mess of innumerable pieces of memory, in front of the eyes, like a piece of white diamond-shaped piece of paper, is connected in series by a myriad of nearly transparent network cables. The edges of these pieces of paper are put together to form a complete piece of white paper, but the pieces need to be moved and sorted according to the order of the network lines. This is too difficult for the owner of consciousness.

At the same time, the pain continues, and it is still rising and piled up like a vast ocean. The pressure seems to crush the memory of the memory and the logical network, let the owner of consciousness return to the boundless black prison.

When the owner of consciousness reaches the edge of the collapse, a pure white light appears in this red-red world out of thin air, and the moment of appearance is like a sly sun, pushing away the hot air. There is a light-colored maroon long hair in the white light, with a quiet smile, just can't see the complete face of these two things. Even so, the owner of consciousness has gained a lot of power from this unseen woman's face, trying to fight against the pain of stopping, and then having a little bit of stitching up the memory of the paper, logically a little bit of them. Weaving is complete.

哗 —— After the memory of the paper is completely spliced, the owner of the consciousness is like a person who has reached the limit in the water, and suddenly broke the water surface. The dreamy water droplets are in the blurry field of vision, flowing slowly from top to bottom. The owner of consciousness breathed the first breath, and the first thing that I understood after memorizing the pieces of paper was who I was.

I am Wu Qi, I am still alive.

The memory of the paper disappeared, the logical network cable disappeared, and the reddish world and the burning swells disappeared. The real vision emerges from the blurred white, the light consciousness recovers, the color vision recovers, and finally the gray-white ceiling is reflected.

Only when the pain stayed, Wu Qi felt a little, and he got the feedback from every muscle and bone in his body. He remembered it. In the tunnel of the plague, when the destruction of the giant elephant was to inject 90% of the high-heat rays of the black servant mercenary group, he jumped into the world like a furnace, and inserted the deadly long knife into the giant image. The high-spirited two-shot sniper hit the key, and the latter thing, he was completely ignorant.

Survival is the first criterion of action. All actions must be carried out around the ultimate goal of survival. This is if Ruan’s sister repeatedly licked him, and today he has deeply entered the bone marrow of Wu Qi. But at that time, he resolutely rushed out and rushed into the melting pot world that was forbidden by human life.

As for the reason, probably because he didn't want to watch the black servant mercenary group destroy, and did not want the mercenary squad to be completely destroyed, and did not want to escape.

In Wu Qi, even if he abandoned his teammates and turned around, there is still a good chance of living. Anyone who is present as a person may escape from the tunnel and be lost in the mountains, and then die in the mouth of the mutant animal, but for him, entering another mountain does not mean that the sheep enter the tiger's mouth, but instead is like a duck.

Wu Qi calculated that his death probability was 101% after hitting the body of the giant elephant. He is going to turn into coke and die, it should be like this. But now he has survived. This can only be said to be a miracle, or to get help from common sense.

Wu Qi silently groaned. He stunned and found that his body was covered with white bandages. The bandages were coated with soft and cool drugs. It must be a drug for treating burns. The body can still move, not completely abolished, so Wu Qi mobilized the only remaining strength, sitting up from the bed.

Wu Qi saw the whole picture of the room. This is a very common residential bedroom in the civilized era. The place where the furniture is placed is usually ordinary furniture that can no longer be used, except for the cracks on the yellowed walls and the potted plants that have been dried up for many years. It clearly shows the age of this room.

This is not a room that I rented in a safe area.

The old wooden door that was yellowed in the white suddenly opened, and the figure that came out behind the door made Wu Qi slightly slightly, Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing did not wear a mercenary uniform, but dressed in a common dress. His face was thinner than before the departure, and there were traces of dark circles around the eyes. In fact, in the past few days, he has been worried about Wu Qi for half of the time. Wu Qi’s bandages and medicines are mainly changed by him.

"How long have I slept?" Wu Qi asked. The miracle survived, Wu Qi did not think that he just took a nap for a while.

"Four days and three nights ~ www.novelbuddy.com~ But it's better to wake up." Zhou Qing's mouth gently rose, but the whole face was still depressed, obviously pressed by the pressure of something. It's hard to get up easily.

Wu Qi did not see the strangeness of Zhou Qing. He could detect the change of the beast, but could not sharply see the human feelings. He looked at the left and right of the bed and said, "My knife, is there still July?"

Zhou Qing said: "Slightly wait."

Two minutes later, Zhou Qing walked into the room with Wu Qi's three-footed knife, and a familiar red flame shadow came in from Zhou Qing's feet, jumped up and crossed an arc in the air, then fell. On Wu Qi's belly.

Wu Qi had a solid blow, but he could still bear the pain. He smiled and took the long knife handed over by Zhou Qing. The long knife was not melted by the lava, or it was the same as the original one. It was iron and cold, and even the sunlight shining on the knife brought a cold feeling.

Wu Qi raised his hand and stroked it in July, shaking his plush and warm back across the gauze wrapped in the palm of his hand. In July, he also squinted his neck and stalked the owner's caress. The narrow mouth reveals a smile like a human.

Zhou Qing sent a tray with two large bowls and a spoon. One bowl is vegetable porridge, and the other bowl is a steaming broth that looks like it is boiled with meat from the canned meat. Wu Qi was hungry at the moment. When he saw the two foods in front of him, the whole body's cells seemed to stretch out their hands and wanted to take them over and swallow them up.

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