Chapter 183

When Yu Lan was in pain, he could only watch... He could only watch. He couldn't even play a role at all.

He wasn't there when she was eaten by a zombie. When she became unconscious and couldn't even eat, he couldn't do anything.

From the beginning to the end, she carried it alone... She maintained her consciousness by herself, overcame the pain by herself, and adapted to the fact that she was a zombie.

A feeling of powerlessness and remorse invaded the heart of Mo Wen and almost drowned him.

At this time, Mo Wen didn't realize that if he hadn't found Yu Lan in time, Yu Lan, who became a zombie, couldn't survive on a pair of arms; If he hadn't been taking care of Yu Lan, Yu Lan, who lacks energy, would one day bite human flesh, and he couldn't maintain his consciousness for a long time.

Yu Lan's strong will is one aspect of her consciousness, and the other is because of the existence of ink.

"Arvin..."

Put her hands around Mo Wen's waist, Yu Lan opened her eyes pitifully and tried to make her voice sound softer, but no matter how soft she was, her voice was still hoarse and broken:

"I'm fine."

Patting Mo Wen's back to comfort him, Yu Lan repeated these three words again and again, but Mo Wen still tightly surrounded her and didn't let go.

Can't see Mo Wen's face, Yu Lan can't judge what mood Mo Wen is now. He only knows that his arm is getting harder and harder, almost crushing her.

"Woo..."

She's worried about her stuff again.

She lowered her eyes and buried her head in Mo Wen's neck. She gently kissed his ear.

I'm really okay

The cold lips made Mo Wen stand up at the moment when he fell on Mo Wen's ear. He had no interest in playing with the snow at all. Holding Yu Lan, he turned around and was about to leave this place.

When I left, I wiped the snowman they had just built. Suddenly, a large area was missing from the side of the snowman, and his round head fell to the ground and fell apart.

Yu Lan, lying on Mo Wen's shoulder, looked at the broken snowman, drooped his head and looked a little lost.

"Don't play with snow in the future." trapped Yu Lan in his arms, the voice of ink still sounds so gentle, but inexplicably makes Yu Lan feel creepy.

"Since I can't share your pain, I'll isolate everything that makes you painful." he paused for a while and then said, "except me."

Aware that her stuff seems to have changed a little strange, Yu Lan skillfully leaned against Mo Wen's shoulder, gently closed his eyes, and didn't mean to refute at all.

Everything the gadget does must be for her. As long as she is obedient... It's no problem.

She didn't want to upset him.

At this time, Yu Lan's head suddenly felt pain again. The tingling feeling that her brain was about to leave her body made her tremble uncontrollably.

This is the second time I have this feeling

"Blue?"

As soon as Yu Lan had an abnormality, the ink immediately found it. He immediately stopped to hold Yu Lan in his arms and stroked her cold face with worry.

The pain lasted only a few seconds, and there was no feeling after it passed.

Holding Mo Wen's hand, Yu Lan bent his eyes and looked normal.

"What happened to you just now?" Mo Wen asked nervously.

Yu Lan shook his head and retracted into Mo Wen's arms. His two eyes were bright:

"Roar..."

I'm fine.

Seeing that Yu Lan was active again, Mo Wen relaxed and rubbed her head.

Hugging Mo Wen's neck, Yu Lan closed his eyes and always felt a little tired.

If you don't come, you will die

The residual voice in the subconscious woke her up like an alarm bell. She opened her eyes and looked southwest.

……

"My Lord, I've got it." Lingxiu came out of a shabby alley with two dark backpacks on his back and looked at Xu Jielin standing at the entrance of the alley.

Xu Jielin, who seems to have been in the house these days without going out of the door, gently raised his eyelids with no expression on his face.

He came to hand over the city himself. Naturally, he couldn't do nothing.

"Shall we go back now, my lord?" some of them moved their backpacks, looked around and whispered.

Noticing the uneasy appearance of spiritual cultivation, Xu Jielin frowned slightly, stared at the dark green at the bottom of his eyes and asked, "haven't you rested these days?"

Spiritual cultivation seemed to be startled and widened his eyes. He quickly shook his head and dared not look directly into Xu Jielin's eyes. "I may recognize the bed... I didn't have a good rest at night."

"Recognize the bed?" Xu Jielin raised his eyebrows. Spiritual cultivation has traveled far and wide with him in the past two years. Sometimes he can't even sleep in bed... Can he recognize the bed?

Spiritual cultivation scratched his head and smiled guilty.

"In that case, go back and have a rest first." Xu Jielin turned and said faintly.

"Don't you go back, sir?" seeing that Xu Jielin went in the opposite direction to where they lived, Lingxiu hurried to catch up and asked.

"Spiritual cultivation." Xu Jielin stopped. "I don't ask more because I trust you. I hope you don't live up to my trust."

Spiritual cultivation was stunned. When he recovered, Xu Jielin had disappeared.

He lowered his head with a bitter smile, and his heart was bitter.

Betray trust? Even so, he dare not tell the truth

This will be a lifetime of suffering for him.

In fact, Xu Jielin had no place to go. He walked and stopped aimlessly, and finally stood at the window door of a trading store.

The door of the trading shop was closed tightly, and the furnishings inside had been covered with dust from the window, as if they had been placed for a long time.

Holding his hand on the window, Xu Jielin leaned close to the window and set his eyes on an exquisite music box.

There was dust on the music box, but there were faint circles of exquisite patterns on it. It would look good if the dust was removed.

The first birthday present he gave Yu Lan was an eight tone box.

"Is there anyone inside?" Xu Jielin knocked on the window. Sure enough, no one answered.

It was too dark in the room. He narrowed his eyes and could only see around the window at most.

In addition, the glass is not very clean, which hinders his sight.

When I came to the door, I found that the door was locked and couldn't be opened at all. A thick layer of snow fell on the door handle.

He raised his hand to sweep away the snow on his hand. Xu Jielin attached his seemingly random hand to the keyhole. After two seconds, he pulled the door handle and opened the door.

The door lock had lost its original appearance and fell off the door panel with a bang.

The moment he opened the door, Xu Jielin smelled a pungent smell. He walked into the room expressionless and turned on the light with his backhand.