When Yu Lan was in pain, he could only watch... he could only watch, and he could not even have any effect.

When she was eaten by the zombie, he was not there, and when she became a zombie, he lost consciousness and even couldn't eat anything, he could do nothing.

From beginning to end, she was alone in carrying it... She relied on herself to maintain her consciousness, overcame the pain alone, and adapted to the fact that she was a zombie.

A feeling of powerless but self-blame invaded Mo Wen's heart, almost drowning him.

At this time, Mo Wen was completely unaware that if he hadn't found Yu Lan in time, Yu Lan, who had become a zombie, would not have survived with his arms; if he hadn't been taking care of Yu Lan, Yu Lan, who lacked energy, would have been slapped at the human flesh one day and would have no way to maintain consciousness for a long time.

Yu Lan's strong will is one aspect of maintaining her consciousness, and the other is because of the existence of Mo Wen.

"Awen..."

Putting her hands around Mo Wen's waist, Yu Lan opened her eyes pitifully and tried her best to make her voice sound softer, but no matter how soft she made, the sound was still hoarse and broken:

"I'm fine."

He patted Mo Wen's back and comforted him. Yu Lan repeated these three words over and over again, but Mo Wen still wrapped her tightly around her and did not let go.

Unable to see Mo Wen's face, Yu Lan could not tell what Mo Wen was feeling now. She only knew that his arm was getting harder and harder, almost crushing her.

“Woo…”

She worried about her stuff again.

She lowered her eyes and buried her head in Mo Wen's neck. She gently kissed his ears.

I'm really fine...

The cold lips made Mo Wen stand up the moment it fell on Mo Wen's ears. He had no interest in continuing to play with the snow. He hugged Yu Lan and turned around and wanted to leave the place.

When I left, I wiped the snowman they had just built. A large area of ​​the snowman was missing, and his round head fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

Yu Lan, who was lying on Mo Wen's shoulder, looked at the broken snowman, and looked a little disappointed with her head hanging down.

"Don't play with snow anymore." Mo Wen's voice still sounded so gentle, but it made Yu Lan feel creepy inexplicably.

"Since you can't share your pain, I will isolate everything that makes you suffer." He paused, and after a while, he said again, "Except me."

Seeing that her thing seemed to have become a little strange, Yu Lan leaned obediently on Mo Wen's shoulder, gently closing her eyes and refuting it without any intention of refuting.

The things that things do must be for her, as long as she is good at it... there will be no problem.

She didn't want to make him unhappy.

At this moment, Yu Lan's head suddenly started to hurt again. The tingling feeling that her brain was about to escape from her body made her tremble.

This is the second time I feel like this...

"Blue?"

Yu Lan had something unusual and Mo Wen immediately noticed it. He stopped and held Yu Lan in his arms, and stroked her cold face worriedly.

The pain lasted for about a few seconds, and after it passed, it felt nothing.

He hugged Mo Wen's hand and rubbed it, and Yu Lan bent his eyes and looked nothing unusual.

"What's wrong with you just now?" Mo Wen asked nervously.

Yu Lan shook her head and retracted into Mo Wen's arms, with her two eyes shining:

"roar……"

I'm fine.

Seeing that Yu Lan returned to her previous active appearance, Mo Wen then breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her head.

After hugging Mo Wen's neck, Yu Lan closed her eyes and felt a little tired.

【If you don’t come, you will die.】

The remaining sounds in the subconscious awakened her like an alarm bell. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked southwest.

...

"Sir, I have all got it." Ling Xiu walked out of a dilapidated alley with two pitch-black backpacks on her back, and looked at Xu Jielin standing at the entrance of the alley and said softly.

Xu Jielin, who seemed to have been staying in the house for the past few days, raised his eyelids gently, with no expression on his face.

It is naturally impossible for him to come to hand over the city in person to do nothing.

"Sir, are we going back now?" Ling Xiu moved her backpack with some restraint, and looked around and asked in a low voice.

Noting that the spiritual cultivation was uncomfortable, Xu Jielin frowned slightly, stared at the dark green in his eyes and asked, "Have you not had a rest these days?"

The spiritual cultivator widened his eyes as if he was shocked. He shook his head quickly and did not dare to look directly at Xu Jielin's eyes, "I may recognize the bed... I didn't have a good rest at night."

"Recognize the bed?" Xu Jielin raised his eyebrows. Ling Xiu and him have been traveling around the world for the past two years, and sometimes they don't even have to sleep with them... Can they still recognize the bed?

The spiritual practitioner scratched his head and smiled guiltily.

"Since that's the case, you can go back and rest first." Xu Jielin turned around and said lightly.

"Sir, aren't you going back?" Seeing Xu Jielin walking in the opposite direction of where they lived, the spiritual cultivator quickly chased after him and asked.

"Spiritual cultivation." Xu Jielin stopped, "I don't ask any questions because I trust you, and I hope you don't let my trust down."

The spiritual cultivator was stunned. When he came to his senses, Xu Jielin was gone.

He lowered his head with a bitter smile, and felt bitter in his heart.

Betray the trust? Even so, he would not dare to tell the truth...

This will be the torment he will bear for the rest of his life.

Xu Jielin actually had no place to go. He walked around without any goal and finally stood at the door of a trading store.

The door of this trading store is closed, and the ornaments inside are covered with dust when they look out from the window, as if they have been in a long time.

Holding his hands on the window, Xu Jielin approached the window and looked down on an exquisite music box.

There was also dust on the music box, but there were vaguely delicate patterns on it, which would look good if you wiped off the dust.

The first birthday gift he gave to Yu Lan was a music box.

"Is there anyone inside?" Xu Jielin knocked on the window, but no one answered.

The room was too dark, and he could only see clearly around the window with his eyes squinted.

In addition, the glass was not very clean, which hindered his vision.

When I walked to the front of the door, I found that the door was also locked and could not be opened at all. A thick layer of snow fell on the door handle.

He raised his hand to sweep away the snow on the handle. Xu Jielin attached his seemingly casual handle to the keyhole for two seconds, then pulled the door handle and opened it.

The door lock has lost its original appearance and fell off the door panel with a "clang".

The moment he opened the door, Xu Jielin smelled a pungent smell. He walked into the room with a expressionless face and turned on the light with his backhand.
Chapter completed!