Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Taking advantage of this short period of vacuum, Zhao Zicheng slammed out from behind the sandbag, picked up the fainted Mu Yu, dragged him to a corner, and covered him with a sandbag as well.

"Artest, go on!"

He grabbed a corner of the chain and swung it violently, the tombstone flew up.

Artest, who was still at the forefront, let out a roar, took the tombstone in his hand, and threw a rushing monster flying out.

The hard tombstone hit the ground, smashing the ground to pieces.

The monster didn't even have time to groan, its chest collapsed, and it flew out and landed on the ground.

"I'm almost in a coma, and I still want to pretend to be aggressive!"

"If it wasn't for those high-level monsters not showing up, would you be able to sing the fifth skill?"

"What the hell... so handsome..."

Zhao Zicheng was still cursing at first, but in the end his tone became sour.

"Hold on, Artest, I'll give them medicine first!"

Cheering for Artai who was still fighting in the distance, Zhao Zicheng first took out a pill full of energy and swallowed it, then grabbed two pills and stuffed them in Mu Yu's mouth.

"I...I myself have..."

Seeing Zhao Zicheng's blood-stained hands took out two more to feed himself, Lin Xiaoxiao's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Oh, you're welcome, I brought a lot!"

Zhao Zicheng stuffed the pill into his small mouth involuntarily, and took out another bottle under her confused eyes.

"No...don't, this... cough cough... this will be very... painful, painful!"

Lin Xiaoxiao resisted instinctively, shrank in the corner and shook her head in despair, but before she could speak, Zhao Zicheng had already opened the bottle and poured the medicine powder inside on the wound on Lin Xiaoxiao's chest.

Her face instantly became paler and her muscles tensed.

The flesh and blood on the chest began to squirm and heal. Although the speed was a bit slow, the effect was really good.

"It's good to have some use, this thing is very expensive!"

Zhao Zicheng muttered, took out another bottle, and fell down again.

Looking at the little foundation left in it, sticking to the idea that it should not be wasted, stuffed it all into Mu Yu's mouth.

Mu Yu, who was in a coma, snorted coldly, as if he had some nightmare, he kept struggling.

"This is for nourishing qi and blood, eat it yourself!"

"It's almost time to finish eating."

Zhao Zixiang was a mobile medicine storehouse, took out a red porcelain bottle again, threw it to Lin Xiaoxiao, turned around and went to work on Mu Yu's side again.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"Sun Wen asked an expert, this thing..."

"It can wake people up from a coma!"

He took out a black bottle again, with a look of disgust on his face. The moment he opened the bottle, a stench came over his face.

"vomit!"

Zhao Zicheng resisted retching, and poured the liquid in the bottle into Mu Yu's mouth.

Mu Yu's face turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye, his body was still twitching, his eyes blinked, as if they were about to open.

"Sure enough."

"There is still some left, don't waste it."

Putting away the bottle that didn't have a single drop left, Lin Xiaoxiao was much better at this time.

Zhao Ziguo stood up abruptly, took a deep breath, and retracted the sandbag.

"Ah..."

"Demon bastards, you, Mr. Zhao... are back!"

"Artest, leave it to me!"

"You retreat!"

With an indomitable momentum, Zhao Zicheng, who returned full of blood, shouted.

Artest, who was seriously injured and persevered, knocked a blue wolf into the air again, and then stepped back, throwing the tombstone to Zhao Zicheng in a staggered manner.

And Zhao Zicheng threw an empty black bottle to Artest.

Artest was at a loss, but subconsciously held on, and retreated to the back.

"So fucking heavy!"

Zhao Zicheng dragged the chain reluctantly, smashed the tombstone out, couldn't help complaining, pulled out an alloy knife from his waist, and slashed at a monster.

The two seem to have relayed each other many times and have a lot of experience with each other.

The moment Artest retreated to the corner, Lin Xiaoxiao took out two pills and threw them to him.

Artest didn't even look at it, he swallowed it in one gulp, and closed his eyes.

"Ugh..."

With a sigh of pity, Lin Xiaoxiao moved her body, picked up the spear, and rushed out with Dabai again.

Artest was still a little puzzled, but he still worked hard to adjust his state and prepared to relay earlier.

Mu Yu, who was twitching on the ground, finally opened his eyes slowly, and leaned against the wall a little weakly, retching non-stop, his mouth was full of a foul smell.

Even Artest was a little uncomfortable, and moved his seat aside.

Mu Yu kept retching, and it took a long time before he gasped for breath, his pale face turned rosy.

His eyes subconsciously fell on the bottle in Artest's hand, and his nose twitched lightly.

Artai noticed Mu Yu's gaze and looked over.

Seeming to have discovered something, he also looked at the bottle in his hand, with a simple and honest smile on his face, waved his hand, and put the bottle aside.

Then...

Mu Yu glanced at Artai faintly, then withdrew his gaze.

Artest still smirked, recovering his energy, knowing nothing.

Mu Yu leaned on the wall, stood up slowly, his energy continued to recover, he took a deep breath...

Another retching.

"What the hell is... what..."

Under this icy face, there were many scolding voices hidden.

After hooking the chain, the tombstone returned to his side. His current energy did not allow him to amplify his moves, but he could barely release the first few skills.

With Mu Yu and a small assist, Zhao Zicheng's pressure instantly eased a lot.

On this chaotic battlefield, they huddled together, abruptly cutting out a space of their own under the general environment, and working hard to harvest it.

Even so, they have been in danger countless times.

and this...

Still without the appearance of high-level monsters.

There is no way, these monsters are acting too crazy, pure human sea tactics, even if there are those heroic souls who greatly relieve the pressure, including a group of seven-sense sages fighting hard, but still...cannot kill Come.