In the Apocalypse, Jiao Jiao Struggled Every Day

44

Chapter 44:

    The man was suffocated.

    He raised his hand and wiped Su Ruan Ruan's tear-stained cheeks with his fingers.

    Su Ruan Ruan softly pressed Lu Shiming's hand, her eyes were red. Because of crying, her small faces were all wrinkled together, and when she looked at the man pitifully, she felt aggrieved.

    The man seemed to sigh slightly.

    Then Su Ruan Ruan's eyes turned, and the scene in front of her changed suddenly.

    In the faint night, the spirit spring dries up, the land is exhausted, and the livestock are dead. Only one sow hung on the tree still linger.

    The raging fire is like an endless forest fire.

    The violent wind screamed, the smoke billowed, and the ashes were like fog.

    This place is like a fiery hell.

    "Here, is it your space?" Su  Ruan Ruan's voice was choked and shocked.

    Su Ruan Ruan remembered that she had been here once.

    At that time, it was clearly not like this.

    Su Ruan Ruan turned around abruptly and looked at Lu Shiming who was standing next to her.

    The man was standing beside her, behind him was a wildfire that seemed to burn forever. And the place that was originally spiritual spring has long since dried up, and there are even traces of cracks.

    The marks were densely packed, like scars on the man's face.

    Su Ruan Ruan, with red eyes, tried hard to stand on tiptoe.

    In the dimness, she saw the two clusters of fire in the man's eyes.

    Like the wildfire behind him, it was burning.

    Su Ruan Ruan's heart trembled, she opened her mouth, but found her throat choked, and she almost couldn't speak.

    "There is fire in your eyes, it's the fire in the space, right?"

    Space has merged with Lu Shiming.

    This fire burns not only the space, but his body, his soul.

    The fire printed in his eyes, burning his body all the time.

    If space is destroyed, people will die.

    Su Ruan Ruan spoke too quickly, and the smoky space was dense with dust.

    She choked in a puff of smoke.

    "Cough cough cough..." The fire was so strong that Su Ruan Ruan could hardly stand.

    Then it was dark in front of her eyes, and when she softened, she fell down.

    Waking up again, Su Ruan Ruan was lying on her luxurious European-style bed.

    Staring at the princess mantle with white lace on her head, Su Ruan Ruan's big soft eyes opened round and looked a little dazed.

    "Wake up?" Someone pushed the door in, it was Ni Yang.

    Su Ruan Ruan curled into the bedding, revealing only half of her head.

    Ni Yang leaned against her and touched her little head lightly, "I heard you remembered everything?"

    Su Ruan Ruan did not speak, and a little white flower   that shook her head silently bloomed.