The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

Xiao Ba hugged Yan Sinian, held the vines tightly in his hands, and with the help of the vines, he leaped up to the cave.

This is called a cave, but it is probably a place where a person can stand, no taller than a person and no wider than an arm. It is full of overlapping branches, and it is obvious that the big rock blocked the way for the tree to grow, and was pushed out by these branches, forming such a "cave".

These branches 'pushed' a hole that was almost straight up and down, but of course Xiao Ba didn't care how the hole came about.

After she entered the cave, she saw a rusty iron spear among the branches. Xiao Ba took it and inserted it diagonally on the mountain wall, just blocking the bodies of the two of them.

At this time, Yan Sinian's face was pale, his breath was weak, and even his lips were bloodless.

Xiao Ba's eyes seemed to be stained with blood, with a hint of red light. She folded her hands and placed them on Yan Sinian's chest, continuously injecting healing powers into his body.

But those superpowers were like a drop in the ocean, not even causing a ripple, as if there was no reaction at all.

Now Yan Sinian's body is like a bottomless hole, and Xiao Ba's supernatural power is the sand scattered into the hole. It is impossible to predict when the hole will be filled.

As more and more supernatural powers were infused, Xiao Ba felt that he was about to reach his limit, but Yan Sinian still showed no signs of improvement.

Xiao Ba now faces a choice: either he can empty himself and risk his life to save Yan Sinian, but he may not be able to save him. Or he can let go now, Yan Sinian will definitely die, but he can live.

If it was the clouds of the end of the world, she would let go without hesitation.

But... Xiao Ba tried several times, but couldn't lift the hands that were pressing on Yan Sinian's chest.

Gazing at the face in front of me, which was as cold as ice but still extremely beautiful, I recalled the doting smile on his face every time he fed me.

Thinking about the teaching, protection and indulgence he had given me behind the scenes over the past few years.

Xiao Ba is not really simple. How can a person who can survive the apocalypse be naive?

The fat Eunuch Ping, the loving Aunt Fu, Xiao Jiu who took him everywhere, and those people close to him in the East Palace. If it weren't for Yan Sinian and the order from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, how could they have been so kind to him from the beginning, so kind to him without any concerns.

It is because Yan Sinian is behind Xiao Ba, supporting her and being her backer that she has been able to live so 'unbridled' in the past few years.

Otherwise, either she was completely hurt by the rules of this world, or she washed the world with blood.

Just when Xiao Ba was about to make up his mind, the iron spear that supported them moved because the rocks loosened.

Xiao Ba subconsciously stretched out a hand and grabbed a thick branch beside him to stabilize their bodies.

Just this pull made Xiao Ba's eyes light up.

The healing power that was in operation gave her clear feedback about the tremendous vitality contained in the branch in her hand, or in other words, the tree.

Xiao Ba used himself as a medium without hesitation to transfer that life force into Yan Sinian's body.

Such a large amount of rapid energy conversion was like countless fine needles moving through her body. But Xiao Ba still gritted her teeth and persisted, until the branch in her hand withered and broke, no longer able to provide the power of life.

At this time, there were already tears of blood in Xiaoba's eyes sliding down her cheeks.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

Xiao Ba covered his hands again, pressed his whole body against Yan Sinian, and gently left a bloody kiss on Yan Sinian's lips, staining his pale lips with a dazzling red.

With a strong effort, Xiao Ba poured all of his healing abilities and vitality into Yan Sinian without reservation.

Then she lost consciousness and slid down like a falling leaf.

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With one hand, a slender hand that was as shiny as white jade, he carefully held Xiao Ba gently, as if holding a rare treasure, and then gently held him in his arms.

Yan Sinian held the spear stuck in the wall of the cave in one hand and held Xiao Ba in the other, his whole body half hanging in this bottomless cave.

He exerted a little force with his hand holding the gun, and with the spear in his hand, he slid towards the bottom of the cave with Xiao Ba.

This hole has some depth.

The two of them seemed to have slid for a long time and finally fell into a tomb.

The huge black coffin and the mottled murals on the surrounding walls are silently indicating that no one is allowed to approach this place.

Where they landed, there was a pile of dry, broken wood.

Looking at the wood piled there like a small hill, it is not difficult to guess how big a tree it was before.

Yan Sinian took some wood and lit a small fire.

He held Xiao Ba tenderly in his arms, kissed away the blood and tears on her face gently, and buried his face in Xiao Ba's neck to hide his tears.

When being stabbed by Bai Lu, Yan Sinian burst into an attack and was knocked into the river himself.

At that time, he seemed as if his soul had left his body, watching his body floating up and down in the river; watching Xiao Ba chasing him and jumping into the river; watching Xiao Ba blocking the boulders falling from the mountain for him; watching Xiao Ba pass his life to him.

He wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he could not make any sound. It was as if he was trapped in a terrible nightmare, shrouded by endless constraints.

He wanted to pull Xiao Ba away, wanted her to give up on him, but his body couldn't move at all.

In the end, he could only stare at Xiao Ba blankly, crying like a helpless child, looking at her blood-soaked eyes, as if they were two bottomless seas of blood that were going to devour his soul.

Until the moment Xiao Ba slipped off his body, Yan Sinian finally broke free from the restraints and once again held Xiao Ba tightly in his arms.

"Silly girl, didn't you say that I was your owner? The owner can be changed, just change someone else, why are you so silly?" A hoarse voice with a hint of sobbing wailed softly beside Xiao Ba's ear.

"Look, the little bit of meat that I worked so hard to raise is now gone. But it's okay, since I was able to raise it once, I can raise it again for you."

At this moment, Xiao Ba was curled up in Yan Sinian's arms, a small ball, just like when they first met. Thin, shriveled, with a sallow complexion, and even his hair had lost its luster, looking malnourished.

It was even worse than the first time they met. At that time, Xiao Ba still had a pair of sparkling eyes, but now Xiao Ba's eyes were closed and his breath was weak.

Yan Sinian has already used his internal energy to probe Xiao Ba. She had only exhausted her energy, but her life force was still there. An ordinary person would have died several times over, but only Xiao Ba, this "little monster", could still keep a breath.

And now, Yan Sinian just wants to hold Xiao Ba quietly like this, as if she is the most precious treasure in his life, and he will transform into a dragon guarding the treasure and tear to pieces all those who covet the treasure.