fall into enemy hands

The owner of the house does not allow himself to participate in the epidemic, let alone walk around at will. Shang Tian has little reaction and has an evasive mentality in it; he can believe that the epidemic is not serious and the government has a way to control it; he does not know the situation in the city, so he can deceive himself.

But now he knows that Yucheng is serious enough to be abandoned by his country.

Shang Tian was well prepared in his heart, but now standing in this barren and ruined city, his body could not stop trembling slightly.

Anger and anger, more to yourself.

Yucheng was peaceful and lively before January, but now there are unclaimed corpses lying on the side of the road, some are better, wrapped in mats, and some are simply thrown on the side of the road, with dried blood clotted into clumps on the dilapidated There are traces of being eaten by wild dogs on the clothes and body, and they have gradually rotted due to the hot weather.

It was late at night, and there were no lights on the streets. The whole city seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of miasma, as silent as a dead city.

Shang Tian suddenly hated his hesitation. If he knew this, he should have stood up as soon as he discovered the plague. Why did he lose the names of so many innocent creatures in vain?

Backing down out of selfishness, if you can't save people from fire and water, you will really be ashamed of your identity.

Shang Tian sighed heavily, the slightly sticky wind in the air blew his hair, carrying the stench of wicked people.

Even the free and unfettered air is not immune to the taste of disaster.

When Shang Tian lowered his head and sighed, he saw a boy standing next to the carrion corpse in the middle of the road, looking up at him with his head fixed.

Shang Tian came back to his senses, waved his sleeves and fell from the roof lightly and gracefully, standing firmly in front of the boy.

The boy looks at the age of 12 or 3, his skin is almost sickly white like a faint light in the night, his face is red and expressionless, his eyes are empty and lifeless like a bottomless pit, following Shang Tian; the boy He looks clear and good-looking, but his eyebrows and eyes are obviously indifferent, expressionless, as if the soul is not in the body.

It didn't look like the expression a little boy should have at all.

Feeling pity, Shang Tian stretched out his broad palm to rub the boy's black hair, "Little guy, where's your family?"

Shang Tian asked this is purely superfluous.

There was no ups and downs in the boy's tone, his mouth opened and closed as if being manipulated, "Dead."

Shang Tian hated himself for asking the wrong question. How could such a young child be allowed to wander the streets alone if he had parents?

Shang Tian stroked his hair and touched the boy's face, it was hot, probably due to an illness.

The other hand squeezed the boy's wrist, sure that he had the plague, his heart tightened, in order not to show a bad mood, Shang Tian put on a bright smile, "You are sick, I can cure you."

As Shang Tian said, he pinched his thumb and index finger lightly, and the pulp of the finger was broken, and red blood flowed out. Shang Tian wiped the blood on the boy's lower lip lightly, and coaxed with a dazzling smile: " Lick it."

The boy obediently stretched out his small tongue and licked his lower lip; the blood was sweet, as if irritating his body that hadn't eaten for many days, a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and the boy finally showed some physical stimulation. , as if afraid of spraying Shang Tian, ​​he suddenly covered his mouth and throat and whimpered subconsciously.

Shang Tian frowned, it wasn't a blood contract, why did he reject it?

Without thinking too much, Shang Tian stepped behind the boy and patted his back, "Spit it out."

The boy spat out a mouthful of blood, his body was shaking, Shang Tian caught him from behind, and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse; his blood might have stimulated him.

"No, you must eat it."

Shang Tian hugged the boy in his arms and made him lie face up in his arms, put his index finger to the boy's mouth, and softly coaxed the confused boy, "Eat it to get better."

The boy tasted the warm liquid in a daze, and sucked the finger subconsciously.

Seeing that he was willing to eat, Shang Tian breathed a sigh of relief; before he could relax a bit, the boy suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, bit his index finger, and began to suck vigorously.

Shang Tian guessed that he was hungry, so he frowned and didn't say anything. This child is very weak, and he is so sick at such a young age; drink more, and he can nourish his body.

Fortunately, the boy did not suck for long, and let go of him in a daze, but his hand was still holding on to Shang Tian's sleeve, and Shang Tian coaxed the boy into a fairyland, "Your illness is cured, someone asked you, you That is to say, he drank the water from the well."

The boy fell asleep, Shang Tian found a table and put him on it, then rubbed his hair pityingly; flew away.

Just telling a person is not enough. Standing in front of the well, Shang Tian cut open his palm with a sword, and a column of blood flowed down instantly. Shang Tian seemed to watch his blood melt into the well without feeling pain.

Just bloodletting himself until he was a little dizzy, Shang Tian knew that he was approaching his limit, so he stopped and took out the well water into the jug, and quickly shuttled through Yucheng.

As the dawn was approaching, Zhan Feng stood by the gate of the city with a dark expression on his face.

Damn it, this Shang Tian is a fake sunshine, he secretly manipulates Xia Fan; he wants to save the people, but he insists on dragging Zhanfeng into the water; together, he lures the enemy out of the city.

Xia Fan didn't know what Shang Tian drank that day, he didn't eat a mouthful of food for half a month, he vomited after eating, and he couldn't say anything about people's hypocrisy; He cast a blood gu and had nothing to do, so he left Xia Fan in the arrow house, and he and Shang Tian led the enemy out, fighting if they could, and running away if they couldn't.

Although Zhan Feng basically wouldn't make any difference.

Shang Tian finished his busy work in the city with a pale face, and met Zhan Feng. Zhan Feng looked gloomy, ignored his expression, and flew away with his legs up.

Shang Tian lowered his head helplessly and smiled, turned around and followed closely behind.

The two of them flew for a short time and stayed on the top of uninhabited mountains, barren mountains and ridges, which is the most suitable place to kill people.

Just before he stopped to catch his breath, a gust of demonic aura rushed towards him. Zhan Feng frowned and raised his sword back to block it, and flew back a few steps.

Shang Tian said coldly: "The pursuit is tight enough."

A demonic voice sounded from opposite the two, "It's hard work seeing you, I almost gave up."

The group of monsters who came was all wearing black scarves from head to toe. If it wasn't for the strong demonic aura, Zhan Feng would have thought that the little ghost king had come out.

Shang Tian shot out a sword light and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Even though they are two enemies, they still have the strength to deal with it. What's frightening is that the monsters are fighting more and more, as if there is a constant stream. If they continue to fight like this, they will be exhausted sooner or later.

Shang Tian took the time to say to Zhan Feng: "No, there are too many people, let's run!"

Zhan Feng originally wanted to settle the matter early, so he turned around and ran away without answering Shang Tian.

Shang Tian: "..."

Hey, this is a famous family after all, it is not muddled at all!

The two wanted to run away, but how could they let Shang Tian run away?The speaker who hadn't made a move split his hands on the ground, and monk Zhanfeng's feet immediately broke through the ground, and black vines entangled their feet. isolated on.

Shang Tian gritted his teeth, "It's too bad, I can't beat it!"

Zhan Feng didn't expect that the demon world's strength would increase greatly after more than a hundred years of silent recuperation, so he took this situation seriously now.

Zhan Feng swung his sword and cut off the vines under his feet. Unexpectedly, the vines would not bite and respond to people. After being cut off, there would be new ones crawling along. Zhanman ignited the fire at the same time, jumped back in the air; Shang Tian was dragged away from the entanglement, and took a deep breath.

The monster on the opposite side is calm and relaxed.

"That's great. The old enemies and panaceas are here, and today there are unexpected gains."

Shang Tian: "The agency is calculating, what do you want?"

Demon: "You still don't know? I want you!"

Shang Tian sneered, "Won't I take it back for fun?"

"Hehe, humorous!" the monster said: "I came prepared and coveted you for many years, it's really unwise for you to want to run away now."

Before Shang Tian could speak, the demon said to Zhan Feng: "We will settle the accounts with Yunshan later, but if we come today, we will take one and give one away."

Zhan Feng said: "There's so much nonsense."

After finishing speaking, Zhan Feng condensed all the ghostly fire in his hand and beat it to the opposite side. The demon came to the side of the two of them in a flash, and Zhan Feng stabbed the sword away. Qi, Zhan Feng felt cold, the other hand condensed out a whip and whipped it.

The monster was wounded but laughed ferociously.

His laughter was particularly ear-piercing, Zhan Feng's temples twitched, his ears rang for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the person he had been dreaming of.