"Miss Scarpet."

"Miss Scarpe?" Fang Plover whispered the other party's name, but did not receive any response. He suddenly recalled the voice before, and understood who the person who pushed him away in the end was, and his nose couldn't help but feel sore. It was hard not to let tears well up.

But at this moment, a low cough came from the darkness, weak and powerless.

Fang Plover was so surprised that he seemed to have won a lottery. He quickly lit the match, and the bright and warm light illuminated Scarpe's unhappy expression. She said weakly: "Can't you be gentler?" But she saw Fang Yu's hands were trembling slightly, and his hands were bloody and bloody. The words he said later were somewhat choked in his throat.

The light of the match also reflected on Fang Plover's face, and he couldn't help but laugh with tears in his eyes, as silly as a child.

"Childish." Scarpet shook her head slightly.

Fang Yu didn't care and wiped the corners of his eyes. In the flickering light of the matches, the corridor was low and suffocating, with dark shadows lurking. This world was not as perfect as he imagined.

But, it's okay.

"Miss Scarpet, can you move?"

Scape rolled her eyes at him: "Do you think I can move around?"

Before he finished speaking, the entire corridor shook, and dust fell from the ceiling. Fang Plover raised his head alertly, and clearly felt that the source of the earthquake was above his head, and the thing hadn't even left yet!

"It seems that it depends on you." Scarpet actually laughed and teased him narrowly.

Fang Yu was not as optimistic as she was, and said with a little worry: "This place collapsed from above, and there will definitely be no way to stop it. We have to leave this place quickly, and I will carry you." He thought for a while. "...I don't know.

How are Mr. Quelord and the others doing?"

Scarpe didn't dare to think about this problem, but the Dawn Star Adventure Group must have been finished. The smile on her face faded, and she looked a little sad for a moment. She asked softly: "Can you afford it?"

Fang Yu nodded, and he walked over and opened his backpack - the dagger Miya gave him had long ago disappeared. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad, so he only packed some necessary things and took them with him.

Then he took out the bag of money from his arms, looked at it again and again, and stuffed it into his backpack. Then he took the Type 7 musket and hung it on his shoulder.

He planned to carry Scarpet on his back, but the latter grabbed his arm and said, "Wait a minute." She looked at his forehead carefully.

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment. "What's wrong?"

"I have a box in my pocket, please take it out."

Fang Yu did as he was told. He found that it was really a small box. After opening it, there was a small piece of soap and a small round mirror with a steel surface. He immediately understood what Scape meant, and Scape also said

A match was lit, and the fire became bright again.

Looking through the mirror, Fang Plover saw a strange emblem on his forehead.

That must be a star.

It was drawn with very light white lines in the center of his forehead. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't even see it. It was an eight-pointed star, very delicate. He looked at it for a while, and it completely blended into the skin.

among.

"What is this?" Fang Plover had a question mark on his face.

But Scarpe didn't know for sure, and could only speculate that it might have something to do with the dagger. She asked Fang Pulway to retrieve the dagger, but the shaking in the corridor became more and more violent, and there was no time at all.

"Let's talk about it later." Fang Yu shook his head.

"No." Scarpe stared at him. She vaguely thought of something, but she didn't dare to confirm it yet.

Regardless of the opponent's objections, Fang Yu directly picked her up and ran towards the front of the corridor. As soon as his front feet left, the corridor behind collapsed with a bang. Seeing this scene, Scarpe stopped talking.

Although Fang Plover does not have the level of strength of the War Chosen One, his physical fitness is pretty good, and he is more than capable of carrying Scarpe, who is just a lightweight female elf ranger.

His whole body hurt as if he was falling apart, especially his hands, which were bleeding all the time. Fang Pliant gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The two of them were walking forward in the darkness. Fang Plover couldn't tell the direction and could only follow the corridor. He could faintly feel that the thing was chasing behind him. As long as he slowed down a little, he could feel the vibration of the ground.

It seemed, as Miss Scarpet had said, that it depended on him.

Scarpe was in a bad state. She squinted her eyes, leaned her head on his shoulder, and murmured in a dazed state: "I didn't expect you to have such a manly side, little guy, I know a girl..."

Fang Yu felt something bad in his heart. Scarpe had begun to lose consciousness, and something would happen sooner or later if things continued like this. He had only two options now, one was to take her out of the dead zone, and the other was to find a cure.

But getting out of the ruins was not easy. Not to mention the Silver Forest Spears and the Jeffrite Red Team outside, he couldn't even deal with that ghost thing that had been following behind.

But the latter is just like a fantasy. There are not many healing methods in Aitaria. Apart from healers and some limited potions, there is no other method. And Elsa has died long ago. She is the Star of Dawn.

The only healer.

As for whether there are other healers in the ruins, there is another question. Even if there are, Fang Plover feels that the other healers may not help him. At this moment, his heart is full of negative thoughts about the Grand Guild.

How to do it?

Suddenly, a bold idea flashed through Fang Plover's mind like lightning.

Jeffrit's Dragon Knight——
Chapter completed!