Lu Weizhen looked at the man in his arms. His light gray hair, light gray eyes, and gray face were sunk deep, leaving almost a layer of skin and bones. The same was true for the upper body, his shoulders, arms, and chest, were all gray. The original muscles seemed to have been sucked away all their spirit and blood, shrinking to varying degrees.

The lower body is slightly better, but the waist and legs are also losing a lot.

No one is human, no ghost is not ghost.

Lu Weizhen lowered his head, pressed his face lightly against him, and rubbed it a few times.

He was alive as a gift from God, and when she stepped into the purgatory of the earth with one foot, she pulled her back.

Lu Weizhen remembered the scene he saw just now. Many red lights were injected into his body, and countless Buddhist sounds shouted angrily. Chen Xiansong was like a light core, absorbing all the light. She didn't know what was going on, but when she saw all the magic weapons return to her position first, her intuition told her that these lights were not bad things.

But now, Chen Xiansong still looks very weak, and he is as angry as a fucking spring and has not woken up.

She wants to take him out of the gourd.

This thought made her feel endless determination and strength, and even the blood in her body became slightly hot. She carefully helped him up, placed it on her back, and slowly carried it on her back. He was really lighter, as if only the weight of a handful of bones was left. Lu Weizhen's nose was sore, and he lowered his head and began to walk towards the gate of light.

Afraid of him being bumpy, afraid that he will feel uncomfortable, and afraid that he will die on his back, Lu Weizhen did not dare to control the wind and water, and did not dare to display any ability. He was the only six or five in a century, like a snail, walking slowly step by step.

The dark clouds in the sky had long dissipated, and the light gray sky seemed high and clear. The wind blew gently and gently, blew the grass under my feet, and blew the silent trees. The earth was light yellow, with a faint fluorescent light. The stream was extremely clear, impacting the gray and black stones, flowing beside them.

Due to the power of Six and Five, they witnessed four big green dragons dying like rookies. All the colorless ghosts on the wasteland hid far away and almost hid at the starting point of the wasteland. Therefore, Lu Weizhen and Chen Xiansong were very quiet, as quiet as if they were the only two people in this world.

Lu Weizhen looked up at the gate of Light 2 kilometers away, and suddenly laughed. She actually had such a vulgar idea: She hoped that this road could continue like this. She walked until the sea was gone and the rocks were gone, until we were all old and dying.

There was soft hair, blown by the wind, gently brushing Chen Xiansong's face, with the breath of blood and tears. He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the woman's black hair scattered on her shoulders and a small exposed neck. He looked at her for a while, then looked at her feet, walking very slowly, as if he was measuring his steps.

She didn't seem to be on the road, she seemed to be lost from now on.

Chen Xiansong raised a thin hand and gently touched her face.

Lu Weizhen shook slightly and immediately asked in surprise: "Are you awake?"

"Um."

Both of them were quiet for a moment.

Lu Weizhen said: "I sent Xu Zhiyan into the gate of light before. Let's go there now and the gourd will be out soon."

He didn't speak.

He slowly stretched out his arms, gently hugged her neck from behind, and slowly pressed his face against the back of her neck.

Lu Weizhen stopped walking and then walked forward, looking at the dazzling and hazy door of light ahead, his eyes also blurred.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Lu Weizhen lowered his head slightly, letting his breathing between his nose not be so close to him. She replied: "It's okay, what's wrong with me? What about you, how do you feel?"

He slowly replied: "It feels...it can't be better."

Lu Weizhen's tears came out again.

He said, "It's six or five years old?"

She said "um" hard, with a little crying and a little smile, and said, "It's over, monster catcher, I'm a peerless monster now."

But he said, "At that time... I was very scared?"

Lu Weizhen was stunned. The heart that had already become extremely hard was as if it was soothed by the gentle wind. People only said that six or five is hard to find in a lifetime. My mother practiced hard for half her life, never slacking off, and still could not get it. How many big green dragons in the past dynasties have been like dragons trapped in fog and can't touch the edge of six or five; Commander Xu used all his skills to only seek one six or five, and revived Lihuang.

But he only asked her if she was scared at that time.

I am afraid, why aren't I afraid of death? I am afraid that he will suffer all the torture in the dark tide, I am afraid that he will never surrender until death, I am afraid that no matter how hard I try, I will not be by his side, I am afraid that he will die, I am afraid that he will become a colorless ghost from now on, I am afraid that he will become a wild beast... She herself will also be afraid of pain, fear that she will die, and I am afraid that she will open her eyes every day from now on, and remember that there will be no Chen Xiansong in the world.

But at that time, when she saw him lying alone, being held up by the demons, sucking blood and eating meat, she suddenly became no longer afraid of anything.

She didn't want to answer this question, so she asked, "By the way, where did that sword... come from?" As soon as she said that, she felt a little regretful. He might not be willing to answer the secret of the demon catching master.

But I heard him say, "It should be the ancestor of the monster hunter who is left in the gourd. Now I think of me as the main one."

Lu Weizhen couldn't help but be happy: "Okay, that's great!" My mind moved slightly, and asked tentatively: "The lights that hit you..."

"It was the blood of demon hunters of all generations, and they gave it to me."

Lu Weizhen was stunned and thought a little bit: "Did they give you the power?"

"Maybe."

Lu Wei really thought, but aren’t the monster hunters all ordinary people for generations? What is the so-called blood of the monster hunters? Moreover, only when the magic weapon reaches the hands of the monster hunters, it can burst out with super power, even surpassing the Lihuang people.

Is it that among the earthlings, the monster hunter is a group of people with relatively special genes. Their ability to perceive and control high-level field energy is far beyond that of ordinary people. That is why they have passed on it from generation to generation and serve as the monster hunter.

The road ahead is halfway.

Lu Weizhen suddenly felt that the person on his back seemed to be much heavier, and couldn't help but weigh it gently, as if it was real. She lowered her head and looked at the arm he had been holding onto her neck. Unexpectedly, she found that it was obviously thicker and had a lot more flesh. She could even vaguely see the red blood vessels - she had only had a piece of skin left before. Although his arms still looked grayish white, it was enough to make Lu Weizhen ecstatic. She asked: "Have you... recovered?"

"Yes, maybe it was the blood of the monster catcher who played a role," he replied.

"Very good!"

One of his arms suddenly slid down, almost touching her arm, holding her elbow.

Hold it hard.

Lu Weizhen continued to walk forward without saying a word, and his eyes slowly filled with tears.
Chapter completed!