"Miss Luo..., I want to... become your... follower."
Xiaowu's voice was intermittent. The sentry who was so powerful in the past seemed to have almost no strength to speak at this moment.
Luo Xiaoxiao's mind had actually been a bit foggy. She couldn't get over it. How could Xiao Wu, who was so funny and playful, be about to die...
It wasn't until Xiao Wu spoke and heard his weak voice that she suddenly realized that Xiao Wu might really be dying...
And Xiaowu's last wish before his death was to become her follower...
What a small wish...
How could she bear not to help him realize it...
Tears welled up in my eyes...
"Okay, I promise, Xiaowu, I promise, you are my first follower!
Live on, as long as you live, you will be my first follower!"
Luo Xiaoxiao was not just talking, she also covered Xiaowu's forehead with her hand, and her mental power probed into the sentry's mental picture.
Perhaps his vitality was about to run out, and Xiaowu's mental picture also showed signs of crumbling.
Luo Xiaoxiao ignored the excruciating pain in her mental picture and forcibly drew on her mental strength to help Xiaowu stabilize the mental picture.
Xiaowu's spiritual form, the leopard, was also almost dying.
Luo Xiaoxiao mobilized her mental power regardless of anything and treated the leopard's injuries.
The injuries on the clouded leopard's body gradually recovered, but its dying condition did not improve much.
At this moment, Luo Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think, how great it would be if her mental power could heal the sentinel's physical injuries...
She exited Xiaowu's mental image, and a warm current flowed through her nostrils, mixed with her tears, dripping onto Xiaowu's blood-stained combat uniform.
Because of the mental refreshment just now, Xiaowu seemed to be in a better condition than before.
He saw the blood flowing from Luo Xiaoxiao's nose, and his eyes showed a bit of anxiety: "Miss Luo...don't...don't waste your energy..."
Luo Xiaoxiao raised her arm and wiped the blood from her nose nonchalantly. She said, "Why is it tiring? You are my first follower.
I am very good to my followers and I will sort out their spiritual pictures every week.
I won't ask my followers to do anything dangerous, and I won't force them to do anything they don't want to do...
You are my first follower. If there are followers in the future, you will be their predecessors..."
Perhaps the follower's life described by Luo Xiaoxiao was too beautiful, Xiao Wu curled the corners of his mouth, and the smile spread to his eyes, even curving his pupils.
Luo Xiaoxiao wiped the tears from her eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she continued, "How about it, it's good to be my follower, right?
I have only one small request for you.
Followers must be obedient and promise me to hold on.
As long as you leave this contaminated area, the Sixth Army’s temporary camp is just outside.
Such a large temporary camp must have medical personnel and treatment rooms.
Promise me you'll hold on, okay?"
Xiaowu couldn't help coughing again.
Large mouthfuls of blood foam came out of his mouth.
After a while, when his coughing eased a little, he managed to speak: "I...try my best..."
Beside Luo Xiaoxiao, Mu Jingchen clenched his fists tightly.
At this time, of course he couldn't be jealous.
He just hated his own powerlessness. The comrade he could trust with his life was hanging by a thread, and the girl he loved was also seriously injured and bleeding.
But he couldn't do anything...
I can only watch my comrades leave again and again, powerless to do anything...
He still remembered what the girl had said to him, that she hoped that one day there would be no more wars in this era, and that the Sentinels would no longer be troubled by frenzy...
How did he answer then?
He said, "It's a good idea, but it's impossible to realize it in a short time."
What he didn't say was that he wanted the world to be free of war more than anyone else...
The sentry of the Falcon Squad made a simple stretcher using the nearby jade bamboo.
Xiaowu, who had fainted again, was placed on a stretcher.
With such serious injuries, no one knows whether Xiaowu can hold on until he can get out of this contaminated area.
But at this moment, everyone is trying to speed up the evacuation!
The team was moving quickly, and everyone was exerting all their strength.
Luo Xiaoxiao lay on Mu Jingchen's back. Although she had a splitting headache, she kept trying to stay awake.
At the same time, she also observed Xiaowu's situation along the way.
Once Xiaowu's breath weakened to the point of being barely perceptible, she would place her hand on Xiaowu's forehead.
Use mental power to help Xiaowu stabilize his shaky mental picture.
Her mental efforts could not heal the Sentinel's physical injuries.
But with her mental reorganization time and time again, Xiao Wu did manage to survive from the brink of death time and time again...
On the way out of contaminated area No. 11, the god of luck seemed to favor them again.
Along the way, they encountered very few deformed creatures.
Even if they met, they were all peaceful and no fighting occurred.
The moment she walked out of the contaminated area, Luo Xiaoxiao saw the sentry of the Sixth Army guarding the entrance to the contaminated area.
At that moment, excitement filled her chest.
Without any time to exchange pleasantries, the sentry of the Sixth Army, after seeing the situation of their team, immediately took the stretcher and carried Xiaowu to the treatment room of the temporary camp.
Luo Xiaoxiao was also carried to the treatment room by Mu Jingchen.
In reality, the damage to her mental image was also severe, but she persevered until she saw Xiao Wu was still alive and had been placed in a treatment chamber by a military doctor. Only then did she relax and allow the darkness to engulf her consciousness...
Except for Xiaowu and Luo Xiaoxiao, the other 26 sentries, including Mu Jingchen, all suffered serious injuries.
The Sixth Army is stationed in a temporary camp outside Contaminated Area No. 11, and there are not enough treatment rooms.
Mu Jingchen did not enter the treatment chamber.
After the military doctor simply cleaned his wound, he stayed in front of Luo Xiaoxiao's treatment cabin.
The girl lay in the healing fluid, her face pale and her brows slightly furrowed, as if the healing fluid could not relieve the pain in her mental picture.
Mu Jingchen's wound was very painful, and his heart also ached dully.
Four hours later, except for Xiaowu, the first batch of sentinels who entered the treatment chamber recovered from their injuries, leaving the treatment chamber empty for the remaining sentinels to receive treatment.
Another four hours passed, and all the sentries except Xiaowu had recovered from their injuries.
At this moment, it was already dark. Mu Jingchen did not go to the tent to rest, but stayed in the medical room. He sat in front of Luo Xiaoxiao's treatment cabin, looking at the girl in the treatment cabin.
I was so tired that I just leaned back in the chair and rested for a while...
The next day, at dawn, even Xiaowu, who was seriously injured and dying, woke up.
The puncture wounds in the chest, including the heart pierced by stalactites, are recovering rapidly.
The overall condition of the person is getting better and better.
Only Luo Xiaoxiao was left lying quietly in the treatment chamber, pale and weak, with no sign of waking up...
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