The Ultimate Blue Seal

How much energy can a person have?

Su Qing said it was bad, because he couldn't even walk smoothly before, but now he can hang two people with a **** hand.

He didn't know if it was the pain or something else, he was trembling all over, and when he reached that point, his mind was empty and there was nothing left, as if there was only one thought in his whole body-you can't let go.

After Hu Bugui's back was hit, he almost shook his internal organs three times. He almost vomited a mouthful of blood. After a long while, he said intermittently, "Splash...hand..."

Su Qing ignored it, not because of his dedication, but now that he can't spare any extra energy to respond to his instructions.

The blood from the hands had soaked the sleeves, and it was hitting it drop by drop, as if it was raining, and the surrounding vibrated violently. The big **** that had fallen and was probably about to be finished suddenly collapsed--they didn't know It's what kind of world it has fallen into, like a landslide, like wind and rain.

The thorns that Su Qing was grasping grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a hideous monster. It opened a big net, and the more blood stained the place, the faster it grew. When it hits the wound, it will drill in. Su Qing's entire arm was wrapped, and then quickly wrapped around the bodies of the two of them, hanging them in the air like Ling Chi.

Only then did he realize that the recent earthquake had shook the **** into a cliff. For some unknown reason, Su Qing felt that this place was familiar, as if he had been here before.

At this time Hu Bugui took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and opened his shoulders and arms desperately. The thorns that strangled him immediately bit him into the flesh. The thorns are like animals. If you go further, I will Taking a step back and getting stronger with Hu Bugui, the sweat from his forehead dripped down his cheeks and dripped onto Su Qing's neck. The sweat and blood mixed together. Su Qing only listened to him whispering: After a while, the pain will disappear immediately."

Su Qing stared at him at a very close distance: "What are you...what are you doing?"

Hu Bugui stretched out a hand strenuously, grasping the thorn sticks hanging from it, the spikes ran across his wrist, not knowing whether it was a vein or an artery, it was cut immediately, and a lot of blood spurted out. The thorn strips that had originally wrapped Su Qing's arm seemed to have been irritated, and immediately let go of him, and rushed to Hu Bugui's wrist like crazy.

Hu Bugui held Su Qing's waist with his other hand, and Su Qing's chin slammed into his shoulder. Hu Bugui’s breathing became heavier and heavier, slowly reaching a place that was trembling, and then his teeth made a "chuckling" sound, once again desperately stretched out his body, he just used his body in the prison of thorns. There was a space in the cage.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here this time." Su Qing clearly felt that Hu Bugui's gaze was a little divergent, but he fell on him with a smile, and the color of the man's lips and cheeks faded quickly. .

"Hu..." Su Qing's throat moved with difficulty. For some unknown reason, suddenly, his body trembled more severely.

Hu Bugui looked like a blood man, but with a relieved smile on his face, he said to himself: "This time I finally..."

Su Qing recalled where this seemingly familiar cliff was. He heard the sound of birds flapping their wings, and a bird of unknown species flew out of the cliff suddenly, as if it had just begun. Just like learning how to fly, it stumbled a bit at first, but it flapped its wings very hard, always keeping its head up.

Su Qing felt that his eyes were stabbed by the light. Three years ago, in the gray house, he just woke up from the dream of becoming a bird, just using a posture like Hu Bugui, holding his body. Living in the fallen brick wall, covered in blood, listening to the little ghost crying.

Hu Bugui seemed to have difficulty even opening his eyes. The frequency of blinking became slower and slower, as if the blood on his eyelashes had stuck to his eyelids-his eyelashes were still very long and too heavy.

Su Qing suddenly asked: "Team Hu, do you like me?"

Hu Bugui's slightly distracted eyes condensed for a moment, and slowly fell on Su Qing's face, the sound of birds singing seemed to sound from the sky, so far, but so close. Hu Bugui seemed to be smiling, and then he lowered his head, and his lips lightly fell on the corners of Su Qing's nose and mouth. Finally, as if he had found a habitat, he gently pressed Su Qing's lips.

But there was no next step, he just closed his eyes, and dropped a kiss.

"...No," he said, lying in Su Qing's ear like a gossamer, "I think I love you."

Su Qing crossed his shoulders and looked at the boundless sky, her eyes widened suddenly.

"But I... protect you, it has nothing to do with this." Hu Bugui's voice became lower and lower, and Su Qing felt that his breathing seemed to weaken in this way and he was about to be cut off at any time. It's... my team..."

Then his voice disappeared. At that moment, Su Qing felt that his heartbeat paused heavily, and Hu Bugui's arm that was confining him suddenly became weak and weak, and the thorny net supported by him immediately began to shrink. Strangled into the unconscious flesh of Hu Bugui, as if trying to churn him.

At this moment, Su Qing felt that her stagnant dual-core system suddenly began to flow again.

A strong light shone in front of him, and Su Qing was forced to close his eyes, then loosened his whole body, and fell heavily. The last thing that remained in his sight was the flying bird and the white smoke in the sky.

There seemed to be an irresistible force in Mingming, pulling his consciousness down, and he finally didn't know anything.

As soon as Fang Xiu woke up, he found that he had fallen into a maze. He got up from the ground with a little surprise, and quickly adjusted his mental state, and found that all around were walls made of reinforced concrete and partitioned out. The narrow road.

Fang Xiu walked a few steps along the wall, and after turning around a few intersections, he found that he had reached a dead end. He frowned, thinking carefully about how he got to this place, but he couldn't remember it anyway. He covered himself up and down. After touching it all over, somehow, I found a pen in my pocket.

A very old and very old pen, blue and black ink.

At a glance, Fang Xiu knew whose thing it was. He smiled bitterly, and drew a mark on the corner to mark where he came from when he passed by, and then changed. Find another route.

The labyrinth didn’t know how big it was. Slowly, Fang Xiu found that he had lost the concept of time, and only kept walking and drawing markers. The strange thing was that no matter how long he walked, he painted how many Mark, the pen in his hand always has ink.

There are also day and night in the maze, and every time it is time to eat, there will be food and drinking water suddenly appearing around the corner, so that he will not starve to death in it. Fang Xiu suspected that someone was watching him at first, but every time he chased him, he found nothing and just walked into another dead end.

Sunrise and sunset, day and night alternate, slowly, Fang Xiu began to become numb, he felt that he had entered an endless loop, time and life were frozen into this endless maze, alone.

He began to draw lines on his jacket to time the clock.

He started to look for the exit of the maze after waking up from the beginning. Later, he didn’t want to walk anymore. Later, he began to sit in place all day long, against the skylight that was only two meters wide above the maze, leaning against On the huge gray wall, facing Xu Ruchong's pen in a daze.

One day he looked at the sleeve of his coat that he had been painted all over, only to realize that he had been trapped in this inexplicable maze for ten years.

He still has a lot of things that he can’t remember, and things that he can think of seem to have been forgotten, even the person in his memory, even who he is, whether he is still alive... Until the twelfth year, he heard another Human footsteps.

Fang Xiu raised his head almost stupidly, and saw the other end of the maze. A man was walking towards this side looking around, holding a piece of paper full of paintings in his hand, one long and one short trouser leg, and wearing a pair of socks underneath. The hair curled up like a bird's nest, and sometimes he grabbed two of them with his hands in confusion to make them curled even more.

Fang Xiu felt that he should know each other, but he couldn't remember his name.

As soon as the man lowered his head, he saw him, froze for a moment, and then opened his mouth wide--Fang Xiu thought to himself, his face was still stupid and stupid, his mouth was big enough to fit an egg.

The other party dropped the pen and paper in his hand, yelled and rushed towards him, like a thin frog with convulsions. He grabbed Fang Xiu's shoulder, and started crying like a child.

At that moment, Fang Xiu remembered his name, and said to himself in his heart, isn't this often teasing that silly trash snack?

Then he remembered that he was still alive.

When Lu Qingbai woke up, he found that he had returned to the headquarters of the Zeroing Team. He himself was awakened by Qin Luo. Next to him was Xue Xiaolu who was looking confused and just opening his eyes.

The headquarters was empty and there was no sound at all. Qin Luo, as the only field staff, went out and shook around. She even picked up a chair and smashed a surveillance camera, but the familiar siren did not appear. It was so quiet everywhere. Quietly-besides the corpses displayed in the medical clinic, only three of them were alive.

Qin Luo went out for a lap, and the reward was to bring back three guns.

The guns inexplicably got out of her way. Out of the instinct of the field staff, Qin Luo picked them up and gave them to the other two.

At this time, a sharp siren suddenly sounded in the medical clinic, and all three of them were taken aback.