Chapter 666

Xue Tianqi did not expect the situation to be so complicated, which was completely unexpected. He and Fatty Meng sat on the ground in a daze, not knowing what had happened.

"Fatty, do you regret it?" Xue Tianqi said guiltily.

"No, since you come, you will be at ease." Fatty Meng said this, not what he thought in his heart. He regretted it, but what is the use of regret? Is there any medicine for the world to take? Since he made a choice, he can only leave it to fate.

"Hey, we are trapped here, and we can't get out. We can only wait for Xiaobao to come to save us. If something happens to them, then we will..." Xue Tianqi said, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and then lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I hope Xiaobao will come quickly."

Xue Xiaobao knew why he was so nervous. Uncle Fourth had always been very cold and said little. Today he said so much because he wanted to do something he didn't want to do.

If two people are trapped at the same time, the only way to live for a few more days is to eat the other person one person. Only in this way can you last for a few more days.

Fatty Meng was lying on the cold ground, thinking of the pile of white bones next to the stone bed, his heart was colder than the ground. He couldn't eat people, and he didn't want to be eaten by others.

"Fatty, why don't you talk?" Xue Tianqi asked in a heavy tone.

"Uncle Fourth, no one wants to die." Fatty Meng's tone was indifferent.

When Xue Tianqi heard this, he closed his mouth and was silent for a long time. He said seriously: "Fatty, death is not terrible."

"Uncle Fourth, I'm tired." Fatty Meng said, closing his eyes. He put his right hand in his pocket and held the dagger tightly.

Xue Tianqi then sighed and lay on the ground and fell asleep.

Two days later.

In the hall, the little god climbed up from the ground. Before he could stand firm, a piercing pain came from his chest, and he opened his mouth and vomited blood.

"Ah!" The little fairy could no longer support her body and fell to the ground.

He tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Xue Xiaobao lying not far away. At this moment, Xue Xiaobao gave him a strange feeling. "Senior brother...Senior brother..." The little fairy shouted hoarsely, and saw that Xue Xiaobao was still lying wherever he was indifferent.

"Senior Brother, I'll save you..." The little fairy said, crawling towards Xue Xiaobao.

The two of them were more than ten meters apart. For the little god, the short ten meters was extremely far away, just like an insurmountable gap between heaven and earth. He used all his strength to crawl towards the person he cared about, and every time he moved forward, he would spit a mouthful of blood.

When he climbed to Xue Xiaobao, he lost all his strength. He shouted weakly: "Senior brother, senior brother..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little god could not admit the torture of internal injuries and fainted again.

I don’t know how long it took, but the little fairy woke up and opened her eyes and saw Xue Xiaobao sitting next to him, sitting cross-legged, folding his hands together, lowering his head and chanting in secret, and reciting Buddhist scriptures word by word.

Seeing this, the little god thought to himself that if he didn't stop him, Xue Xiaobao would become a monk. Thinking of this, he reached out to push Xue Xiaobao, but before his palm touched his clothes, he was blocked by a mysterious force.

In desperation, the little god supported himself, opened his body and sprayed blood at Xue Xiaobao's face. Then, he pinched his hands and chanted the spell. He blinked his eyes. The wind blew in the hall and thunder rolled. The little god's originally pale and bloodless face turned red, and there was a gossip chart between his eyebrows, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The nine golden dragons behind him suddenly stopped moving. Not only that, the golden dragon's eyes also closed. Only the Buddha's golden body in the middle was shining with a golden light, covering the entire hall in the golden light.

The little god was still chanting the spell. This was the spell that the old man with white beard called him when he was in the sacred mountain. However, the little god was not able to use this spell, otherwise he would be retaliated by the spell and would lose his life if he was not careful. However, in order to save Xue Xiaobao, he didn't care about so many things.

After about ten minutes, the little god finally couldn't hold on and fell heavily to the ground, life and death were unknown.

Xue Xiaobao stopped singing Buddhist scriptures. He looked at the little god with a blank expression, with a very confused expression, as if he didn't know the person lying beside him.

He gently pushed the little god fairy and asked softly, "Hey, are you okay?"

The little god was as if he was dead, motionless. Xue Xiaobao turned his head and looked around. When he looked at the Buddha's golden body, his mind roared, and the pain was unbearable. He hugged his head with both hands and rolled on the ground. His facial expression was hideous and sad, very complicated and indecipherable.

On the third day, Xue Xiaobao was unconscious for a whole day. When he got up, he looked confused again and looked at the little fairy. He sighed slightly. He said to himself: "Who am I? Where is this place and who is he?"

Xue Xiaobao lost his memory and could not remember anything. But he guessed that the little fairy's coma must be related to him. No matter what the reason, Xue Xiaobao wanted to take him away from here.

He left the hall with the little god on his back and walked into the darkness. He lost his way, but he didn't know that he kept walking forward and finally met Uncle Fourth and Fatty Meng.

As soon as the three met, they felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and Xue Xiaobao looked at them vigilantly.

Xue Tianqi and Fatty Meng were also confused. They did not expect Xue Xiaobao to look at him with such a look. It seemed that he didn't know him.

"Xiaobao..." Xue Tianqi shouted nervously, his voice a little terrified.

Xue Xiaobao hurriedly took a step back and said vigilantly: "Who is Xiaobao?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xue Tianqi and Fatty Meng looked at each other and thought to themselves that they had indeed lost their memory.

"I am your fourth uncle, you don't remember anything?" Xue Tianqi frowned and asked with concern.

Xue Xiaobao looked dull, shook his head slightly, then put the little fairy on the ground, pointed at him and asked, "Who is he?"

"Little god, your junior brother. I am Fatty Meng, your best friend, saved your life!" Fatty Meng hurriedly explained, then stood up, pointed at his nose, and said, "Meng Ke, am I Meng Ke?"

He said, and walked towards Xue Xiaobao. But Xue Xiaobao did not recognize him as his friend, kicked him and put it on Fatty Meng's lower abdomen. He was so painful that he hugged his stomach and screamed.

"You just called Fatty Meng, but later you said your name is Meng Ke. Do you think I am a three-year-old child? How could you be so easily deceived by you..."

Listening to Xue Xiaobao's explanation, Fatty Meng wanted to slap himself twice. Xue Xiaobao had lost his memory and remembered nothing, and it was useless to say anything.

Seeing this, Xue Tianqi stood up and said, "Xiaobao, I am the fourth uncle. We will not hurt you. The little fairy is unconscious now. It seems that she is very injured. We want to treat him. Do you think it's okay?"

Xue Xiaobao hesitated for a moment, stared at Xue Tianqi with his eyes curled up, and hesitated: "You are really my fourth uncle. Then who else is there in my family?"

Xue Tianqi nodded solemnly and said, "Uncle Fourth will definitely take you home, sure."

Xue Xiaobao watched him walk towards him, and out of caution, he took a step back. However, Xue Tianqi's feelings were different.

Xue Tianqi was divided into guilt and self-blame. The reason why Xue Xiaobao became like this is because of him.

The little god was indeed seriously injured, his breath was faint, and he was only half his life left, dying, and he could go west at any time.

Fatty Meng saw Xue Tianqi's expression solemn, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Fourth, is he still saved?"

Xue Tianqi shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "We want to leave here as soon as possible, the little god is almost out of reach..."

"No...No, he won't die..." Fatty Meng almost collapsed when he heard the bad news.
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