PFC Chapter 395: Wang Ye is exhausted, Ma Xianhong escapes
Chapter 395: Wang Ye is exhausted, Ma Xianhong escapes
Zhang Chulan squatted down and carefully supported Wang Ye, letting him lean against a relatively intact tree trunk.
Wang Ye's face was as white as paper and his lips were bloodless.
His breathing was intermittent, and it was almost impossible to feel the flow of Qi in his body.
"Old Wang, how are you?"
Zhang Chulan's voice was filled with uncontrollable anxiety.
He wanted to transfer his Qi to Wang Ye, but he was afraid that his Golden Light Spell would conflict with Wang Ye's Eight Wonderful Skills and harm him instead.
Wang Ye forced his eyes open and forced a weak smile.
"It's okay... I just feel exhausted..."
He spoke intermittently, and each word seemed to be forced out of his throat.
Zhang Chulan recalled the scene just now. Wang Ye resolutely used the Golden Tupperware to dismantle the giant Ruhua.
That scene was so shocking.
But Wang Ye also paid a huge price.
Zhang Chulan felt both admiration and heartache. He secretly vowed to find Ma Xianhong as soon as possible and put an end to this matter.
"Lao Wang, you take a rest first. I...I'll go find a way out."
Zhang Chulan's voice was choked with sobs as he spoke.
He didn't dare look at Wang Ye's weak appearance again, for fear that he would burst into tears.
Wang Zhenqiu usually looks nonchalant, but now he has put away his cynical attitude.
He walked to Zhang Chulan and looked at Wang Ye who was leaning against the tree with a complicated look in his eyes.
There was admiration for Wang Ye's strength, but also a hint of worry.
"Chu Lan, is Lao Wang... okay?"
Wang Zhenqiu asked in a low voice, afraid to disturb Wang Ye's rest.
Zhang Chulan shook his head, frowning.
"I don't know... He's too weak now. I don't dare to touch him."
"We have to get out of this damn place as soon as possible."
Wang Zhenqiu nodded to show his agreement.
"Well, this place... is too weird."
He looked around and saw that this corner of Biyou Village had become a ruin.
There were ruins and broken pieces of "Ruhua" everywhere.
Clarinet was silently checking his "clarinet", his eyes revealing respect for Wang Ye.
He usually doesn't talk much, and his silence at this moment seems even more solemn.
He knew that if it weren't for Wang Ye, they would probably all have to die here.
Clarinet wiped the "clairvoyant" again and again, and checked every part carefully to make sure there was no damage.
This "clarinet" is his bread and butter and also his partner.
Feng Baobao still had that expressionless look on her face, but her gaze was always on Wang Ye.
She seemed to want to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
There seemed to be a slight fluctuation in those empty eyes.
That was recognition of Wang Ye and concern for him.
Feng Baobao slowly walked to Wang Ye, squatted down, and looked at him quietly.
Her hand was gently placed on Wang Ye's arm, as if trying to give him some strength.
Zhang Chulan looked at Feng Baobao's actions and felt a slight movement in his heart.
He knew that although Sister Baoer was not good at expressing herself, she actually cared about everyone in her heart.
"Thank you, Sister Baoer."
Zhang Chulan said softly.
Feng Baobao did not respond, but just looked at Wang Ye silently, her eyes were empty, but seemed to contain a hint of concern.
The atmosphere was a bit heavy, so depressing that it made people feel breathless.
"Cough cough..."
Wang Ye suddenly started coughing, his voice weak.
Zhang Chulan quickly came back to his senses, leaned over, and asked with concern:
"Lao Wang, how do you feel? Is everything okay?"
Wang Ye shook his head slightly and wanted to speak, but he coughed again.
"Stop talking, Lao Wang, take a rest first."
Zhang Chulan quickly stopped him and asked him to lean against the tree and try to relax.
Wang Ye closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, as if trying to calm his breath.
"Chu Lan..."
Wang Zhenqiu walked over, squatted down, and looked at Wang Ye with complicated eyes.
"Is Lao Wang... okay?"
Zhang Chulan shook his head, frowning.
"I don't know... He is too weak now. I dare not touch him. I can only wait for him to recover on his own."
"We need to leave this damn place as soon as possible and find a safe place for Lao Wang to have a good rest."
Wang Zhenqiu looked around and saw that Biyou Village had become a ruin, with broken walls and broken buildings everywhere.
There were also those broken pieces of "Ruhua", and the air was filled with a burnt and bloody smell.
"This place...really can't stay for long."
He said in a deep voice.
"I wonder what Ma Xianhong will do next."
Clarinet was silently wiping his "clarinet", his eyes revealing respect for Wang Ye.
He usually doesn't talk much, and his silence at this moment seems even more solemn.
He knew that if it weren't for Wang Ye, they would probably all have to die here.
"Brother Guan, do you think... can we take Chen Duo away?"
Zhang Chulan suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness.
Hei Guaner raised his head and looked at Zhang Chulan with a firm gaze.
"can."
He only said one word, but it was full of power.
"We can."
Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and nodded.
"Well, we certainly can."
He looked at Wang Ye and his eyes became firm.
"Old Wang, don't worry, I will definitely take you away from here."
"We...will be fine."
Feng Baobao still stood beside Wang Ye, looking at him quietly, her eyes were empty, yet seemed to contain a hint of tenderness.
Her hand was gently placed on Wang Ye's arm, as if trying to give him some strength.
"Let's go."
Zhang Chulan stood up and took a deep breath.
"Let's find a safe place first, wait for Lao Wang to recover a little, and then find a way to leave here."
"Ah."
Wang Zhenqiu and Clarinet nodded in agreement.
"Sister Bao'er, let's go."
Zhang Chulan said to Feng Baobao.
Feng Baobao did not respond, but just followed them silently.
Several people slowly disappeared into the night.
……
On the high platform.
Ma Xianhong stumbled down, his eyes wild and his steps stumbling.
"No...impossible..."
He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and trembling.
"My 'Ruhua'...how could it be...how could it be..."
He couldn't accept that his most proud work was destroyed by Wang Ye.
For him, this was like the sky falling.
"The Divine Machine Hundred Refinements... is invincible..."
He was still trying to convince himself, but his voice was getting weaker and weaker.
"I...will come back..."
He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.
"I...will definitely come back..."
He stumbled forward and his figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.
……
"Chu Lan, you stay and take care of Wang Ye. I will take people to chase Ma Xianhong."
Su Chen's voice was cold and without a trace of emotion.
"Ma Xianhong cannot be let go. He is too dangerous."
"We must catch him as soon as possible to stop him from causing further chaos."