Chapter 932 Invasion 47

Chapter 932 Invasion 47

It was exactly the same as what I saw at the door of the pharmacy that day.

"Fu An'an!"

Standing in the distance, Fu Yizhi lost control of his expression and ran towards her, "An'an!"

In a daze, she heard Fu Yizhi calling herself.

"Brother Fu, I'm not dead, I just feel uncomfortable. Are you feeling sick?"

As she spoke, she looked at him and held her hand.

A red spot the size of a coin appeared on the back of the originally slender, fair, bony hand, and he was also infected.

"Brother Fu, I'm sorry."

She said vaguely, and raised her fingers with great difficulty, scratching at her neck. It was very hard, and very hard, the skin and flesh were scratched, and blood oozes.

"Don't catch it."

"But I'm so itchy."

That burning feeling is even more unbearable than gouging out the flesh directly.

"There are still 37 minutes, and it will pass quickly."

Fu An'an nodded when he heard the time, and thirty minutes passed.

Fu Yizhi put the tracker in her arms, "You take the tracker, let's track the remaining people now."

"good."

Fu An'an nodded upon hearing this.

The last remaining four little green dots were cornered.

Among them, Fu An'an fell ill several times. Although it took a little time, they also cleared all the remaining 4 foreign players within half an hour.

There are 7 minutes left until the end of the game.

These seven minutes, Fu An'an couldn't hold it anymore.

This disease is not only bad on the surface, every time the body twitches, the organs in the body are constantly getting worse. She suffered cardiac arrest several times, her body temperature gradually dropped, and she even breathed more and more.

Her senses also gradually failed. It was clear that it was broad daylight, and when the sun was at its maximum, all she could see was darkness.

"Fu An'an."

"Fu An'an."

"Fu An'an."

Fu Yizhi's soft voice was heard next to his ear.

Fu An'an occasionally answered, more of a physical twitch.

In the dull feeling, it seemed that Fu Yizhi took off her coat and put his hand gently on her chest. Under the palm, there is a faint beating of the heart.

"Fu An'an."

Following his call, she felt water dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Brother Fu.

She tried to open her mouth, trying to speak, but only her mouth moved.

"Um."

She couldn't see Fu Yizhi's appearance clearly, but she could feel his mood at the moment. She held Fu Yizhi's hand, and the voice from her throat was extremely unpleasant, "Brother Fu, don't cry, as long as I keep breathing, I can live a long life."

But this kind of maintenance is too difficult.

Every breath seemed to inhale a knife, cutting the lobes of her lungs.

There are three minutes left in the game.

She convulsed again, and she began to vomit blood, which blocked her trachea, and it was Fu Yizhi who sucked it out for her.

There is one minute left in the game.

Fu Anan's breathing became three short and one long, and a picture of her childhood appeared in front of her eyes.

Her grandparents looked twenty years younger all of a sudden, standing in front of her and smiling at her, stretching out their hands to let her pass. In the past, it will not hurt anymore, and in the past, I can go back to the small yard at home, and return to the carefree days of chasing dogs and chickens.

In spring, the whole small village is full of yellow rapeseed flowers, and the color is so bright.

"Fu An'an."

Fu Yizhi's voice came from my ear, and the bright scenery in front of me shattered.

"Fu An'an!"

"Um."

Fu Anan opened his eyes, and his eyes were pitch black, "Brother Fu, I saw a lot of rapeseed flowers."

The voice fell, and the sound of the end of the game sounded in the ear.