My paper people are all Long Aotian

Zhuangxi thought to himself, who is the little one?

You are.

Of course he wouldn't say it, just looking at the villain in the game like this, he was enveloped by a touch of joy and security.

"Far away, you are the only one who can hear me all these years."

Gave him a strange look.

Zhuang Xi wanted to talk to him, and he could talk a lot, and he didn't have to worry that the villain would tell others what he said.

He has no burden to talk to him, he can say anything.

"I saw a person today, he is very powerful."

[Length snorted from a distance. 】

【Yuan Yuan: "It must not be as good as me."】

Zhuang Xi smiled.

Xiaoxi: "His eyes are beautiful, but I dare not look at them, not even in photos."

Look at him from afar.

Xiaoxi seemed to have read his mind, "It's not because I'm timid, many people dare not look at it."

【Yuan Yuan: "It should be timid."】

【Yuan Yuan: "It's better not to expose him."】

Xiaoxi: "His hands are also very beautiful, not in the ordinary sense, but in the kind of beauty that makes you freeze when you see it, and imagine everything about this hand."

[Far away mood value -3. 】

[Yuan Yuan: "The hand you want to lick most in the universe is right in front of you, what are you talking about?"]

Can this reduce mood?

Zhuang Xi hastily shut up and stopped talking.

Just at this time, pain relief grass and healing grass grow.

At present, Zhuangxi has planted three kinds of herbs. The hemostatic grass has round green leaves, the pain relief grass is oval, and the healing grass is long and zigzag, with deep and shallow green.

Only a few were well harvested, and Xiaoxi quickly returned to the room with a pile of grass.

"The analgesic grass is sweet to eat directly, and the healing grass is bitter, but it can be eaten, and it can be made into ointment if it is too bitter."

Reaching out to Xiaoxi from a distance, Xiaoxi put all the herbs on the table beside the bed.

Yuan Yuan didn't say anything, took the grass and stuffed it directly into his mouth, like a little lamb, and ate half of each grass without changing his expression.

Zhuang Xi looked at him straight, wondering how fast the healing grass said in the description.

【You hold the far hand. 】

The small wound on Yuan Yuan's hand has disappeared, and the big wound is right in front of his eyes, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a kind of dry scar that can be peeled off.

Zhuang Xi's eyes were full of smiles, as expected of spending so many gold coins on the seed, which was comparable to the expensive cell proliferation drugs in Interstellar.

[Yuan feels strange. 】

[Far health value +10. 】

[Far mood value +2. 】

After many injuries on his body healed, he would naturally feel better, as did Zhuang Xi, but he didn't expect that his mood and health values ​​would only increase by such a small amount.

From the outside, Yuan Yuan's body is not so scary anymore, compared to the bloody appearance at the beginning, it is much better.After the hemorrhage leaves disappeared, there seemed to be no blood on his body, only scars that were still horrific.

In this way, his health value is only 17 in total, so besides his legs, he must have some invisible injuries.

Xiaoxi asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Shaking his head far away.

Zhuang Xi looked out the window, he only started playing this game after school, the game time was synchronized with reality, and now the sun is about to set outside.

Xiaoxi turned around and turned his back to the distance, "I'll carry you out to have a look."

Zhuang Xi still remembered what he said before, and also remembered the long-distance expectation.

[Looking suspiciously from a distance. 】

【Yuan Yuan: "He really wants to carry me, won't he be crushed?"】

Zhuang Xi smiled, and used practical actions to prove whether he could do it. He didn't talk to Yuan Yuan any more, and directly opened the interactive page and clicked [Back].

Far from realizing what was going on, it was already on Xiaoxi's back.

【You carry Yuanyuan on your back, and you feel a heavy weight on your back, but you have enough physical strength to bear the weight of Yuanyuan. 】

[I was shocked by you carrying me from afar. 】

【Yuan Yuan: "He looks small, but I didn't expect to be so strong."】

Xiaoxi pushed the door open with Yuanyuan on his back, and walked outside, facing their field, "Yuanyuan, this is our field, and we need to feed on it now."

"Strawberries, blueberries, hemostatic grass, painkiller grass, etc. are all planted here. I will plant more things for you in the future. Don't worry, don't worry. I will pick you up and you will be fine." I will abandon you, and I cannot drive you away."

"Of course, when you recover, you will be farming and working for me, not raising you for nothing."

"Look, your house is next to my house. It's about to be built. In the future, our house will be next to the house, and you will be here to recuperate slowly."

[He hugged your neck from a distance. 】

After looking at the fields, Xiaoxi continued to walk forward with him on his back, "I'm not very familiar with other places, let's go and have a look together."

As the sun set, Xiaoxi walked forward calmly with his back far away, talking to him constantly while walking.

The soft sunset fell on his face, giving him a layer of warm yellow, and his whole body was warm. Looking sideways at his face and mouth from a distance, he said that he had never heard a beautiful sound. if.

"Don't worry, I will work hard to save money. There will be a hospital here in the future, and your leg will always be cured. Before that, you can't walk. I will replace your leg and carry you to where you want to go."

"As it is now."

She stared at him blankly from a distance, her eyes burning.

He can't remember many things clearly, he only knows that he is in an extremely dangerous position, some people fear him, some people hate him, the higher he stands, the more people want to drag him into hell.

There are images of thousands of people surrendering in his mind, images of the whole Internet praising and screaming, and scenes of being locked in a small room and yelling loudly.

I don't know whether he is popular or rejected by others, I only know that he is tense all the time, as if he will be pulled into the eternal hell at any time.

Finally, he was thrown into hell.

He remembered the sharp pain of being bitten off his leg by the Zerg, and also remembered how the crazy, unstoppable fire burned his skin. He remembered that he was dying and was about to die.

I remember more clearly that when he was dying, he was fed into his mouth, and the sweet and refreshing fruit juice, which made his soul tremble, flowed into his body and blood vessels, moistening the scorched blood vessels, and the blood flowed again, slowly, Converging in the barren heart.

He thought that this feeling like a desert growing green could only be an illusion, the beauty of returning to the light.

When he woke up again, he saw everything strange in front of him, green grass, warm wooden house, chirping birds, full of vitality, beauty and tranquility.

He thought he had come to heaven, until his body was lifted by a strange force.

The image of being bitten off by the Zerg and thrown into the flames from the Zerg's mouth jumped out of his mind. He struggled frantically, not wanting to experience the nightmare again.

Unexpectedly, he was let go.

The green leaves wrapped him softly, as if wrapping his ever-flowing life, the blood flowed drop by drop, never ending, and the fear of being exhausted to death wrapped around his body.

There is also a fruity aroma deeply rooted in the blood and soul.

He looked at the red, dazzling fruit in front of him, and gave up struggling.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, he probably understood that he was saved from before he fell into a coma.

He was dirty and exhausted physically and mentally, but he was gently put into a clean and soft bed.

Blood stains stained the quilt, and the wound on his body was properly wrapped with leaves that were softer than bandages and soothed the nerves, holding a life-saving fruit in his arms.

At that moment, he actually had the urge to cry.

He knew that it was a peace of mind he had never had in his life.

Not at his darkest, nor at his brightest.

The next day, he saw that person. At first he was unwilling and afraid to open his eyes. When he was most embarrassed, he wanted to meet such an important person in his life.

I didn't dare to look at him, but I wanted to see him eagerly after he left.

Regardless of his injuries, he leaned on the window, doing something he would never do before, peeping.

That person seemed to have seen that he emerged from a bunch of flowers that looked like little suns, but he was more like a little sun than the flowers shaped like gold plates.

The man ran to his bedside, and he opened his eyes slowly.

It turned out that he was not a cold god, but such a small and cute person who could be placed on top of the heart without being heavy or cold.

A person who couldn't even speak smoothly, who awkwardly wiped the blood off his face, secretly held his hand, and fell asleep on top of him.

A person with a small mouth, a small freckle between the nose, extremely white skin, white and quiet like a little snowman.

It is such a small person who can carry him on his back, support him, be his leg, and carry him anywhere he wants to go.

"Don't worry, take your time to heal your wounds."

"I will replace your leg, and I will carry you to where you want to go."

Slow down, I will carry you on my back.

It's not "you go! You go first!".

It's not "You have to sleep and eat, day and night, to take on the burdens that are on you."

Not "you were born into such a family, a family that doesn't need waste", "you will dedicate your life to the Commonwealth".

He lay on the little soft back, was carried slowly and steadily, and walked forward facing the setting sun.

[Far mood value +40. 】