Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 577 The Sick Demon God (2)

No, he can't just die like this...

Under the attention of An Wan and the system, Feng Qi, who was supposed to be out of breath and cold-blooded, opened his eyes miraculously...

Although it was only a very narrow and feeble gap, his scarlet eyes were indeed moving.

After opening a gap in his eyes, Feng Qi's death was as if someone had pressed the pause button.

The body temperature began to warm up, the breathing gradually stabilized, and the heart that was supposed to stop beating gradually returned to normal...

The first thing Feng Qi did after waking up was to take off the warm robe covering his body, climb up with difficulty, and limped towards a dilapidated thatched cottage not far away.

【? ? ? 】

The system looked at the back of the male lead leaving with a dazed expression.

[Host, is he desperate? 】

"He doesn't want pity and help from others." An Wan said flatly.

That's why she only covered him with clothes and didn't do other useless things.

[But his body is dying...] The system murmured.

"No." An Wan said firmly.

In the dilapidated thatched cottage with air leaks, Feng Qi was lying weakly and weakly on the haystack, his body curled up, his eyes slightly closed, and he was lying there dying with less air inflow and more outflow.

When An Wan opened the door and came in, he heard it, but didn't respond.

Feng Qi's trip is a whole day...

The next day, Feng Qi was obviously very hungry, so he got up from the ground with difficulty, ignored An Wan who was eating, and walked out of the thatched hut to look for food.

An Wan followed Feng Qi slowly while eating.

Feng Qi didn't go to the kitchen, let alone the front hall, he went to the place behind Feng's house...

It was winter at this time, with heavy wind and snow, and the back mountain, which was originally lush with greenery, was now covered by white snow, without any greenery, let alone any living things with life...

Ahead, Feng Qi's thin and thin back was moving forward in the wind, staggering.

Because of the white snow cover, the road surface becomes unclear, and Feng Qi has no cultivation, he will accidentally step on a pothole or a bumpy road, causing his thin and thin figure to wobble from time to time, falling down from time to time Down.

During this process, An Wan followed him unhurriedly.

Feng Qi seemed to be unaware of her existence, just walking forward alone.

In the end, Feng Qi stopped under a towering tree halfway up the mountain.

He groped for a while at the root of the tree, and finally found a small rusty dagger.

In the white snow, Feng Qi was squatting on the ground, wearing a wet and tattered sackcloth, holding a dagger in his pale and slender long hands, digging soil on the ground...

again and again...

The whole process was laborious, tormenting, and extremely cold.

Looking at Feng Qi's pale fingers from the cold, seeing his almost numb movements, watching him digging the soil expressionlessly, he couldn't help but frown as cold as An Wan.

An Wan frowned and stared at the place where Feng Qi was digging. When she found a packaged sweet potato buried deep in the soil, An Wan pursed her red lips slightly and her eyes darkened.

[The hero looks really pitiful...] ​​The system beeped softly.

"If you look uncomfortable, you can help him."

【…】

【Host, when did you become so cruel? ] The system couldn't help asking.

"I've always been ruthless." An Wan said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)