After the global recovery, I traveled through

This opening was like opening hope out of the abyss of despair.

"Jump!" Zhao Lue shouted.

As long as you jump fast enough, the ground will not heal as fast as it can!

With an order, everyone slid down the slope!

Zhao Lue was cutting in front, and the others followed closely while pushing away the cut meat!

The valuable clothes were covered in greasy, disgusting blood, and everyone just thought there wasn't enough blood! Not slippery enough!

After an unknown amount of time, it was almost a long time that made people wonder how Zhao Lue's knife could still be used, when a voice of ecstasy came from the front.

"I see the exit!"

Wang Xichen was also overjoyed, but soon he discovered that the pipeline consciously accelerated the healing speed!

He was still at the end, and he felt suffocated.

He was being pushed upward by the rapidly growing piece of meat, and his eyes were blood red.

He untied his belt and scratched it with the metal end. He opened his mouth and bit it with his teeth.

He saw that there were fewer and fewer people in front of him, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: Zhao Lue had already gone out, and he should be able to go out too.

However, his expression quickly solidified.

He actually heard the voice of Zhao Lue who was supposed to be leaving: "You are too fat, let me help you cut off some of the meat."

He slowed down following the sound, and then he saw Zhao Lue not far from the exit.

He saw... Zhao Lue hanging on the sloping ground covered in blood, with his arms exposed and stuck in the squirming flesh. At his feet, a person had been kicked to the exit.

"You..." Wang Xichen was speechless for a moment.

He even forgot to drill further.

Zhao Lue wiped his face with his other still intact hand and smiled at him.

Smile brightly.

"Starting from the fourth to last person, you can't slide out on your own. You are the same." Zhao Lue said.

Wang Xichen realized what Zhao Lue was going to do, so he twisted over and grabbed Zhao Lue's hand, but Zhao Lue let out a groan and let go.

"I'll take you out." Zhao Lue stepped on Wang Xichen's shoulder with one foot.

Wang Xichen immediately grabbed Zhao Lue's ankle with his backhand.

Zhao Lue's trousers, like the others, were all torn and torn.

Wang Xichen looked up and saw Zhao Lue's eyes looking down.

Lightning exploded the eternal golden color.

The blood-red liquid could not flow into those eyes.

Wang Xichen was startled, and what he wanted to say was shouted out: "Zhao Lue! Let's go -"

After he yelled, he didn't hear Zhao Lue's answer, but blood fell from Zhao Lue's body and hit his mouth.

That is Zhao Lue's blood, not the blood of the pipeline.

Wang Xichen trembled, and some images and sounds appeared vaguely in front of his eyes.

[Wang Xichen turned around blankly and saw the New Zealand city built like a miracle in the golden light, like a kingdom of God.

The swirling white feathers covered Wang Xichen's suddenly tightened eyes, and the angel flapped its wings and flew in the direction of Rose Country.

——"Lin Xingtao? Don't leave!!!"]

Go, don't go...

As if there was a thunderous explosion, Wang Xichen's shoulder hurt, and he was kicked off by Zhao Lue.

"Don't..." He subconsciously reached out his hand again.

["Everyone retreat! Don't look back!"]

He almost saw countless people running away frantically, and his other self turned around, leaped over the mountain of ugly fish-men corpses, and passed through the gray-green pus, without hesitation like a hero.

He thought that his feelings about wanting to save people at that time should be similar to his feelings about wanting to bring Zhao Lue back now.

But he was not the hero who saved everyone. He was ultimately saved by...an angel.

"Brother, have you forgotten that I can be resurrected? Wait for me outside."

Wang Xichen heard these words the moment he slipped out of the exit.

Under the sudden dazzling light, he saw six black wings spread out behind Zhao Lue.

Zhao Lue's expression was arrogant and cold.

"How could you just leave like this? No one can take advantage of me."

Wang Xichen knew that everyone in Yanjing knew that Zhao Lue was never the one who suffered. He also knew how straightforward and decisive Zhao Lue was.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth. The pipe swallowed up flesh and blood, and it must pay with its life.

Wang Xichen was also thinking, can Zhao Lue really be resurrected? Could it be that the body in the bus was intact before, so it could be resurrected? Could it be that now that there is an additional variable called the pipeline, his ability cannot be used?

Otherwise, why would he work so hard to save everyone? Wouldn't it be nice to just go out and resurrect the dead?

Chaotic ◎

"I shape you with all my tenderness - you belong to me and fly in my boundless heart." Tagore's poems shine on the light brown piano lacquer.

The next second, Zhao Lue threw the cello into the lake.

"Can you play the cello?" he asked, looking at the ripples in the water.

The young Zhao Lue was already as arbitrary and decisive as he was when he grew up, but he just felt in his heart that there was something in the water that could pluck the strings, so he threw the piano away without hesitation.

"I want to hear it." His tone was as natural as if the whole world should revolve around him.

He counted the swans swimming past and waited for one, two, three, four, five.

"It's my birthday." He added.

Still no response, he jumped off the fence angrily and returned to the banquet full of people who praised him lovingly and loved him.

At that time, Zhao Lue saw nothing and heard nothing.

But now Zhao Lue heard the music slowly playing in his dream, and saw how Bai Long played.

A pair of hands drew strings on the water surface, and the water droplets splashed and fell, like falling jade plates.

Not the cello, but the guzheng.

Men with white hair and ancient costumes should sing songs, dip into the green clouds, and sing dragons' cries over the jade sea.

"Life gathers and disperses like strings and chopsticks." He chanted softly, and the hem of his clothes fell on the water, like white clouds covering a bright mirror.

His mother found out about throwing the piano, and Zhao Lue was pinched by his earlobe and scolded: "This is the piano that my mother had when she was a child, and you just threw it away?"

Zhao Lue replied: "I'm sorry, mom, but it's all my uncle's fault for telling the story about the river god and the axe."

The uncle glared at Zhao Lue and said, "You want to hear the fairy tale yourself."

"What I want to hear is obviously the story of dragons."

Later, the piano appeared in the piano room intact. Zhao Lue thought his mother had found it, while Zhao Yanjia thought it was Zhao Xingyi who had found it.

This piano was not an adult model. Zhao Lue grew up very quickly, so he never played it again.

The glimpse of youth is not clear, but the glimpse of youth is thrilling.

In his sophomore year of high school, Zhao Lue came home from the archery club without changing out of his practice clothes, and even still held the bow in his hand.

When passing the lake, he suddenly stopped. The several bodyguards and friends behind him were a little strange.

He coughed heavily first, then raised the longbow, straightened his arm, hooked the string with his thumb, pressed it with his index finger, and never blinked.

There was a "swish" sound, and the arrow was like a shooting star.

He didn't care whether he shot or not, he turned around and left.

"Scare me, what do you want to shoot?" Ye Feiyu looked at the arrow feathers that passed through the water and were nailed to the shore, still buzzing and trembling.

"Is it that rabbit?" Wang Xichen saw a little rabbit running away in panic and comforted Zhao Lue, "It doesn't matter if you can't shoot accurately. After all, traditional bows don't have so many auxiliary tools."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lue glanced at Wang Xichen with contempt, curled his lips and said, "Of course he was shot."

"Then what did you say you shot?"

Zhao Lue said vaguely: "It's just between the two horns of some kind of animal."

Wang Xichen and Ye Feiyu were confused.

Only Zhao Lue knew that his arrow feathers passed through the silver-white corners of Bailong, causing Bailong's pupils to shrink.

He thought Bailong would come out to look for him angrily, and he waited for a long time. It's not an illusion.

Later, he did not take the college entrance examination and started studying abroad when his classmates were in their senior year of high school.

He always remembered that his grandfather said that he was accompanied by a dragon when he was born. As he grew older, others no longer talked about this anecdote, but Zhao Lue gradually