Chapter 985

So far, chen fan has suffered countless injuries, large and small, but none of them has reached this level.

Not only the old wound and the new wound before, but also the damage left by the battle today.

This can not be recovered overnight, we must work hard with water, a certain degree of healing.

Even during this period, chen fan should use spiritual power as little as possible, otherwise it is very likely to worsen the injury.

Therefore, he can only be a man of peace for a period of time.

And in addition to the injury of Dantian, Zhao Wuchen finally printed the palm on his chest.

First of all, the sternum was broken and collapsed, and some even penetrated into the internal organs.

Although this could not kill chen fan as a monk, he felt a sharp pain when walking, just like someone was tearing his muscles.

Even not a few steps, chen fan's mouth and nose will stretch out blood.

He knew that he couldn't go on like this, he had to find a deserted place, open his chest, and put the bone that had pierced through his inner organs in the right position.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be good for a lifetime.

But now, chen fan's foot is a smooth road, there is no place to cover his body, and Ling yunzong's deacons have not left, chen fan must be careful.

Therefore, he can only rely on willpower to move forward, even he does not know where the end is.

It was noon and the sun was scorching, and Chen Fan's lips were dry and cracked into pieces of dead skin.

But even so, if you look carefully, you will find that he is shaking slightly!

That's because of the cold, playing!

It can only explain one reason why Chen Fan was infected with wind cold.

Theoretically speaking, how can a monk get the disease that ordinary people can get, but it is the case.

Chen fan was very weak, seriously injured and jumped into the cold river. After that, he had been on his way. He was exposed to the sun and caught cold. It is understandable.

In this way, his consciousness became more and more blurred, his head was dazed and his steps were flimsy. Finally, it seemed that there was a small village in front of him, and the villagers were busy with something.

Chen Fan wants to reach out to call people, but a sense of vertigo spreads, he is in a complete coma finally.

In his lethargy, chen fan feels that someone is pushing him and even slapping him in the face. If people familiar with Chen Fan see this scene, they will be shocked to grow up.

That's a man who has killed King Wu. How dare you slap Chen Fan in the face? I don't want to die?

The last thought dissipated, and Chen FA finally fell into a deep coma.

Time seems to have no concept in his consciousness, only boundless darkness and loneliness.

I don't know how long it has passed. It may be an instant, it may be a decade or a hundred years. When Chen Fan opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed.

the first thing he heard was bursts of stabbing pain, which made him gasp unconsciously.

At the same time, a rough hand swayed in front of Chen fan. A woman in her early twenties caught Chen Fan's eye.

"Daniel, are you awake?"

The woman's hair is withered and yellow, and her face is dotted with freckles and even buckteeth.

What makes Chen Fan care most is that the hands of a girl are as dry and yellow as a middle-aged man.

"Where is this? Why do you call me Daniel

Chen Fan's voice is extremely hoarse, like two stones in friction.

But in this way, it just complements the woman in front of her. It really matches: "this is Dahe village. I picked you up, so you are my man, Daniel."