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"This is"

Hu Xiaobei looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

Just now, a big hole suddenly appeared in Zhao Guangming's chest, as if something had been pierced through.

When Li Hui was about to use the spray to treat his wound, she suddenly realized that his amber glowing heart had been broken.

It is like a fragile object, which dissipates out of thin air after being broken into pieces.

Only a huge void remains.

With this degree of injury, a small bottle of spray is completely useless.

The little fox was calmer than she looked. She immediately stopped Li Hui who was about to carry Zhao Guangming on her back.

She has no idea what happened in the dream world.

But she knew that Zhao Guangming was staying with Wang Jin.

"I remember Wang Jin said that no one will die today."

"He won't lie."

Hu Xiaobei took a deep breath and looked at the middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood.

At times like this, trusting your companions is much more useful than worrying yourself blindly.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Zhao Guangming had an extra heart in his chest out of thin air.

No issues other than not jumping.

"Xiaohui, help him deal with the wound."

Hu Xiaobei hesitated for a moment, then returned the spray to Li Hui.

"it is good."

Li Hui gritted her teeth and began to bandage Zhao Guangming.

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"Cough shit"

Wang Jin gritted his teeth, desperately releasing the suffocating vitality.

The power of the dream of death comes from the half finger of the man in purple, but the green god didn't give Wang Jin such a thing.

This huge vitality is actually consuming his inspiration, the speed is not much slower than the dream of death.

What's more deadly is that Wang Jin is not yet proficient in the power of the Green God, and less than one-tenth of the vitality that can really affect Zhao Guangming.

"At this speed, I have to walk ahead of him."

Wang Jin smiled bitterly and muttered softly.

"Actually, I could die too."

The middle-aged man seemed to have seen Wang Jin's predicament. He blinked and said, as if he was joking.

But there was no smile in his eyes.

He is serious.

"As long as I have breath, I will definitely bring you back from the gate of hell."

Wang Jin gritted his teeth, without any hesitation in the movements of his hands.

"what."

Zhao Guangming shook his head, showing a look of needing a beating.

"Don't die because you saved someone, I don't have the energy to take revenge again."

"That's up to you to say."

The long white hair had already fallen to the ground, and the red lines on his face twisted crazily, as if trying to escape from this exhausted body.

"Wang Jin!"

A timid voice sounded, and a warmth enveloped the young man gently.

Ah Zi.

When the Eye of the Ancient God resumed its use, she had already entered the dream world.

"Thank you."

Feeling the warmth behind him, Wang Jin smiled.

Annie, Dream of Death, Abomination, Dream World, Green God.

His inspiration is now almost a palette, filled with all kinds of pollution.

Even Wang Jin was going crazy.

Although Ah Zi couldn't restore his physical strength, it could slightly improve his poor mental state.

But this alone was not enough, he was running out of inspiration.

"It would be great if I could be helped by the dream world."

Wang Jin sighed, thinking hard.

The dreamer does not consume inspiration in the dream world if

and many more!

"Meng Yu, do you still remember the eyes on Liu Da and Liu Er?"

As if thinking of something, Wang Jin immediately turned his head and shouted at the petite girl.

"Have."

Meng Yu was very clever, and it only took him a moment to guess what Wang Jin meant.

"You have that evil thing on you?"

She nodded and turned to ask Wang Jin.

Wang Jin knew that what she was talking about was the blessing of the gods.

After getting an affirmative answer, she grabbed lightly from the place where Liuli dissipated with her backhand.

Eyeballs emitting amber light appeared in her hands, suddenly turning into liquid.

Following Meng Yu's control, the liquid fell into Wang Jin's hands.

The twisting red lines stopped instantly, as if feeling a familiar breath.

The amber light floated on Wang Jin's body, but trembled the moment he felt the eyes of the ancient gods, and honestly wrapped around his finger like a delicate ring.

The white hair fluttered, the red lines on his face were as bright red as blood, and the aura on his body was sacred and inviolable.

Abomination.

He himself is part of Liuli's power, and the dream world will subconsciously help.

The consumption of inspiration suddenly decreased, and Wang Jin felt his body lighten up, and even his breathing became much easier.

"This is enough."

The young man smiled happily and did not forget to give Meng Yu a thumbs up.

With the support of the entire dream world, vitality poured out like no money, almost enveloping Zhao Guangming.

"what."

Zhao Guangming, who was surrounded by vitality, was in a complicated mood at the moment.

A month ago, he was still fighting against the mist to save Wang Jin from the hands of the ancient gods.

A month later, he was being repaired by Wang Jin with mist.

"Life is really impermanent"

Zhao Guangming, who was lamenting his life, suddenly felt a pain inside his chest.

In the next second, a weak but tenacious voice sounded.

Boom, boom, boom.

That was Zhao Guangming's heartbeat.

"Hello sir"

Wang Jin sat down on the ground, unable to speak anymore.

For the first time, he felt what it meant to be exhausted.

"Haha, ha cough cough"

Zhao Guangming grinned and let out a weak laugh.

"Sure enough, it's better to be alive."

Gently moving his hands and feet, feeling the beating heart inside his body, he suddenly felt that life was so beautiful.

"Cough Meng Yu, we have to go out first."

Wang Jin took a few breaths, trying not to let himself pass out.

The familiar yet unfamiliar sound of children crying had already begun to echo in his ears.

The Green God is looking for Wang Jin.

Even if he is in the gap between dreams and reality, it doesn't mean that the ancient gods can't do anything about him.

If you should be cowardly, you must be cowardly, if you should run, you must run.

"it is good."

Meng Yu nodded and clasped his hands together again.

Amber light lit up from her body and hands, and Wang Jin felt a blur in front of his eyes.

The moment he judged that he was safe, he lost consciousness.