Chapter 2937: The Imminent Situation of Death (3)

Feiyan was taken aback for a moment, and in the next second, a huge explosion sounded in his ears, and the strong air flow knocked him over, his body rolled with blood, and countless gravels passed by his side. Like a blade, it cut through his clothes and scratched his skin.

The strong smell of blood filled every corner at this moment, and the strong air current made it extremely difficult to breathe.

Feiyan could only subconsciously hold the ground under her body with her hands, so as not to rush to a further place.

So what happened?

Feiyan's heart was beating wildly. He wanted to open his mouth and call out to Rong Ruo, but his lips, which had been corroded by the poisonous mist, were already stuck together. He opened his mouth slightly, and the strong wind poured into his throat, blowing his throat. It hurts.

The strong impact finally stopped after going on for a long time.

Feiyan groped in the dark and got up, half sitting on the cold ground.

he can't feel...

Feel anyone's breath.

The aura belonging to Fang Jinghe has disappeared without a trace, and the murderous aura and the creepy coercion dissipated at this moment, as if it had never existed.

But……

he can't find...

He couldn't find a trace of Rong Ruo's aura, he could sense it just now, but now...

"Xiao... Ruo?... Xiao... Ruo..." The panic that he had never experienced before filled Feiyan's heart at this moment. He stretched out his hand in the dark in a panic, groping the ground inch by inch, anxiously His spirit was tense to the extreme, and his scarred hands kept groping on the broken ground, trying to find his most precious treasure.

However, all he touched was the harsh gravel and some sticky liquid of unknown origin.

"Xiao Ruo?! Xiao Ruo, where are you? Don't scare me... Don't scare me... Say something!! Say something!!!" Huge fear filled Feiyan's heart, he How I wish I could see it.

Let him take a look, just a look!

"Xiao Ruo!!!"

on the dilapidated streets,

Echoed the desperate roar.

In the desperate silence, a sound of footsteps came suddenly, and Feiyan's spirit suddenly tensed up, but in an instant, his tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and he felt...

Feel the familiar breath.

"Er...Er Qiao, Brother Hua? Is that you?" Feiyan raised her head, her voice trembling faintly.

On the empty street, the blood-soaked Er Qiao stood on the unrecognizable gravel. Looking at everything in front of him, every pore in his body shrank. On his blood-stained face, those eyes stared to the extreme. His figure swayed slightly, and the flower ball on his shoulder almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly stabilized his body, but a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.

"Er Qiao?" Feiyan couldn't get a response, so he could only speak again.

Qiao Chu's eyes swept across the blood-spattered street, from the ground to the wall, every place was covered with fine blood spots, traces...like hell.

On the ground, he saw, saw a red butterfly, huge, blood-red, soaking every slate.

"Er Qiao, Brother Hua! Talk to me! Have you seen Xiao Ruo? Have you seen her!!" Feiyan was about to be tormented insane by the silence!