(BL)(MTL)The strongest face-stepping gold finger [quick wear]

Chapter 189

Chapter 189 The truth of the world after returning to the source

    "Tan Zhuoxi?" In the

    empty golden world, only his voice echoed. There was no response, and no one other than him was seen.

    When he couldn't call out, Mo Shi called out, "Xiao Miao?"

    However, Xiao Miao, who has always been on call, was no longer around. Mo Shi narrowed his eyes and stared at this slightly familiar and unfamiliar world, his lips pursed. sip.

    He is coming back.

    But, is that guy alive or not?

    No matter what the situation is, give him a signal. The next moment, he felt that the world had changed, the golden color gradually faded, revealing the original color little by little, and his perfect limbs were only left with flower bones and branches and leaves, and the surrounding environment should be a hospital ward.

    There was a sleeping man on the hospital bed. The man's face was stern and stern. Even when he was asleep, his brows were clenched. Without too much guesswork, Mo Thirty understood that the pale patient in front of him was the man of his family.

    His body is extremely strange, and only a little bit of consciousness can reach out, and he can't even deform. But even so, he was able to find that the man on the bed became more and more dangerous over time. He didn't show it on the face, but the inside was actually necrotic.

    What the hell is going on here? !

    Day after day, he watched the man lose weight, the doctor and nurse hurried away, and even shook his head and sighed, expressing his inability to do anything. Halfway through, many people in military uniforms came to visit him, and after learning that the situation was not good, they left with a solemn expression. Many officers even shed tears.

    "Doctor," a young female nurse opened her mouth, "his condition is very bad."

    "Yes, the tumor has spread, and he is terminally ill. We should prepare for his funeral." The doctor examined the situation, and then Pointing to the information in the medical record book: "His condition was not like this at first, but it seems that he has no will to survive. No matter how good medical skills are, this kind of patient can't be saved."

    "However, the country needs him. What if the Marshal can't wake up?"

    Marshal...

    It was the first time that Mo Thirty learned about this from these people. It was a closed room, and he couldn't even get any information. . I can only look at the man on the bed every day, scratching my ears and calling out to Xiaomiao. Was it the marshal? So what are they? Entering a new world again? Or some other reason?

    It was clear that he was terminally ill, but Mo Thirty felt extremely strange that a Yao Huang flower was placed extravagantly in a minimalist ward. This is very strange, but none of those doctors or soldiers expressed dissatisfaction with it, and even kindly placed him closer to the man.     Mo Shihuaguduo has not opened. He uses his spiritual sense to observe the man's condition every day, and he is extremely anxious when he sees him weakening day by day. Grabbing Xiao Ye Ye, Mo Shi frowned: "What went wrong, why did it become like this?"     Until a middle-aged man who should have a very high rank came to visit him, he looked at the marshal's growing discoloration. With a dead face, he then cast his eyes on Mo Shi, the sadness in his eyes flashed away, he walked up and stroked Mo Shi's flower bones: "You must live well, he will be able to meet him one day. No."     "He died for the sake of this empire. He only asked to put you on the bedside when he was dying, and someone to take good care of you. He has no relatives, no friends, and only when he is facing you, he will Showing a little tenderness, he said that flowers also have souls, he said that you can understand what he said, and that he hoped that you could accompany him for the last time, as his last extravagant hope."     Following the man's words, Mo 30 headed Inexplicably filled with countless pictures, those pictures were vague, but they made him feel extremely familiar, familiar with heartache and joy, as if he had really experienced it.     In the picture, the man looks cold and murderous, but he waters him every day, holds his flower pot in the sun, basks in the sun, puts it on the head of the bed when he sleeps, and kisses the flower bones that have never bloomed. , gently praise him he is the most beautiful flower.