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Hans was even more irritable when he heard the words: "That's impossible!"

The doctor rolled his eyes: "Then you just wait for him to collect his body."

"I want you to find a way to make him better!" Hans was almost roaring.

The doctor also snarled: "I can't make your baby get better, I can't help you, you can play by yourself, I won't take care of you!"

After speaking, the doctor lifted the medical box and walked out angrily. Hans stayed in this spacious bedroom with an expression of incompetence and rage.

After a long while, he calmed down after all. Slowly walked to the bed, looked sadly at the little male worm on the bed, and muttered: "Don't torture yourself anymore, and torture me too..."

Of course Fang Qingci couldn't hear his pleading. He closed his eyes and seemed to fall into an eternal sleep. Only the warrior who came through the mountains and rivers through all the hardships can wake him up.

Since the hunger strike, Fang Qingci has basically been in a coma. This is about the process of turning on the body's automatic protection to consume as little energy as possible.

He would wake up occasionally for a while, and Hans would be very happy every time. Surround him with warmth, take care of him, and comfort him in every possible way.

Fang Qingci usually ignored him, just looking out the window or the air in a daze, as if immersed in his own world. Contact with the outside world has been severed.

This afternoon, Fang Qingci woke up again. Hans, who was busy outside, hurried over when he heard the announcement. As soon as I ran into the bedroom, I realized that I was sweaty and I couldn't help but shrank. But then, seeing Fang Qingci's indifferent expression, he realized that he didn't care about it at all, couldn't help but smiled bitterly, took back the steps of wanting to retreat, and walked towards Fang Qingci.

"How are you feeling today? Do you want to eat?" He tried to put his voice softly, and the expression on his face was also extremely gentle. If the star pirates outside who were accustomed to looking at his cold face would see him now, they would definitely be shocked and couldn't believe their eyes.

It turned out that Hans, who was nicknamed the iceberg, would show such an expression?

Of course he will, but only in front of Fang Qingci. Apart from him, no other worms can do this.

Fang Qingci turned a deaf ear to Hans' questioning, just sat on the bed, hugged his knees, and quietly looked out the window.

The scenery outside the window is naturally unchanging, trees and lakes. It seems that in a thousand years, it will be like this.

The wind with the water vapor of the moist lake blew in, blowing on his pale and thin face. A pair of eyes looked bigger and bigger because of thinning, deep and dark.

Looking at him like this, Hans felt sour and soft, as if he could give him his life even if he wanted his life. But only one, don't want to leave him.

After Hans watched him for a while, he went downstairs to the kitchen. Not long after, he walked in again holding a tray.

He put a small table board on the bed, took out the contents of the tray, put it on the table the same, and said in his mouth: "Look, this is the porridge I started in the morning. It is just right in the entrance. Some minced green vegetables and minced chicken are delicious and refreshing, and good for the stomach. And this crystal shrimp dumpling, soft and waxy, is delicious, the shrimp inside are peeled from the live shrimp that I kill now. Fresh, okay?"

Fang Qingci didn't look at the porridge and shrimp dumplings or at him, keeping his original posture, motionless. It seemed that he had lost his soul, and only a body was left here.

Looking at him, Hans only felt heartache.

"Eat a bit more, okay? Come on, I'll feed you..." Hans took a spoonful of porridge and fed it to Fang Qingci's mouth. Fang Qingci didn't move, his clay sculptures and wood carvings were just like.

Hans forcibly fed the porridge into his mouth, and he immediately vomited it out.

Hans put down the bowl and looked at his beloved, only feeling weak. How many years has it been? Since he walked out of the black street where bugs would die at any time, how many years has he not felt so helpless?

"I beg you, will you eat some?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Fate is yours, don't you want it?"

"Fang Qingci!"

He begged, he was angry, he was still powerless.

Fang Qingci fell asleep again, treating Hans as nothing from beginning to end.

Hans couldn't spend his time here, so he had to leave dejectedly.

Fang Qingci seemed to have a dream, his bloodless lips murmured, and he silently called out a word: "Xun..."

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, without seeing the edge.

The sun took away its last trace of heat and finally landed.

The ground just wasn't so hot that it made the insects go crazy, and the extreme cold fell on the Thousand Miles Star.

The gust of wind roared, and the moonlight turned into pale white sand flying all over the sky, covering the sky, and soon there was nothing to see.

The boundless sand, the boundless desolation and loneliness.

A pile of sand suddenly appeared on the flat sand, and looked like the wreckage of a small spaceship. This is also rare, after all, this place is too desolate, even the wreckage is almost invisible.

The night was getting darker, and the gale gradually calmed down. The sand flying all over the sky also returned to the earth one after another. The desert at this time seemed particularly demure. Let the insects couldn't imagine what it would look like when it was furious.

When Haoyue was in the air, a blood-stained arm suddenly stretched out from the sand. That scene is almost like it would only appear in a horror movie.

After the arm was stretched out, the head and half of the body were followed by crawling out. This worm was **** and bloody, and it was no longer what it looked like. How miserable, how miserable.

After the worm crawled out, he coughed violently. Some sand was brought out with his cough.

Those who can crawl out of the sand alive under such harsh conditions must be females with powerful physical bodies. If it were replaced by a delicate male, it would have died a long time ago.

Ling Xun bent over and coughed for a long time before he realized that his breathing was finally smooth. He looked at the pile of sand where his spaceship was buried, his expression regretful.

This spacecraft has been completely scrapped and can no longer be used at all. He can only rely on himself for the next journey.

After all kinds of obstacles, he finally came here, the place where his treasure is, Qianlixing.

He looked up to the sky, feeling the moonlight, and he was quite moved.

How many times he almost couldn't survive in the terribly sinister and rocky territory over there. It was only with Qingci's unwavering love, or some luck, that he finally broke out. As soon as it came out, the spacecraft was completely destroyed and fell downward. Luckily, he fell above his destination.

However, not only was the spacecraft scrapped, he also suffered serious injuries. And all the supplies are gone. The next journey will definitely be more difficult and dangerous. However, he will never give up.

Ling Xun's eyes looked forward, and the expression in his eyes was unwavering.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he stepped forward and walked forward. The mecha has limited energy and cannot be used on the road. What's more, he didn't know how long he would travel in this vast sea of ​​sand.

Step by step, his figure disappeared into the moonlight.

At the same time, Fang Qingci, who was far away, fell into a nightmare.

He dreamed that Ai Chong was covered in blood and looked at himself sadly in a white mist. Then, the figure gradually disappeared... a strong heart palpitations and despair instantly enveloped him.

"Don't—" he yelled and opened his eyes and woke up and saw a room of pale yellow lights.

He was gasping for breath, and after a long time, he gradually came out of his nightmare.

Turning his head, he met a pair of sad eyes.

It was Hans's eyes, he had been guarding him by the bed.

"What did you dream of?" Hans asked after a while.

Fang Qingci suddenly wanted to talk, so he could talk to anyone. So, these days, for the first time, I said: "It's a terrible dream."

Because he hadn't spoken for too long, his voice became very low and dumb, like the sound of sandpaper grinding through glass.

Hans stretched out his hand and patted his back, his voice was comforting and gentle: "Dreams are all reversed."

Under the light, his silhouette is not so tough, with a gentle and intimate feeling. Fang Qingci looked at him with complicated eyes, and said in his dumb voice: "Hans, you... why bother to have to do this? Just let me go and let yourself go, can't you?"

Hans looked at him, and after a long time, he said: "I can't get out anymore."

You are my devil. Unless I die, I can't let go. ——This is what he didn't say.

Fang Qingci said nothing, turned his head and closed his eyes.

Hans still looked at him extremely tenderly, stretched out his hand and tucked the quilt: "Sleep well, no more nightmares, I'll be here to guard you, you don't have to be afraid of anything..."

Fang Qingci closed his eyes and ignored him, but his eyelashes trembled.

Without seeing the sky for many days, he became extremely pale. As a result, the hair and eyebrows appear strangely dark, with sharp contrast. Beautiful, with a kind of weird feeling.

The light gradually brightened, and the long day came again.

The sun was gentle for less than an hour, and soon it became violent. The yellow sand was toasted hot. Throw an egg down at this time and it will be cooked in a while.

Ling Xun walked forward with difficulty under the scorching sun. His skin and lips were dry and chapped from the sun, and he began to moult in large chunks. At this time, he is really unsightly.

But if Fang Qingci saw him like this, he would never dislike him and would only feel distressed.

Ling Xun persisted until it was getting dark before he found a few clumps of green plants. It is the only green among all the yellows.