Chapter 932 Invasion 47

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

   "Fu Anan!"

   Fu Yizhi, who was standing in the distance, 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 coin-sized erythema 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."

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

   "There are 37 minutes left, it will pass soon."

  Fu Anan 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 when he heard the words.

  The last remaining four little green dots were cornered.

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

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

   Fu Anan couldn't hold on for seven minutes.

   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.

  The 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 Anan."

   "Fu Anan."

   "Fu Anan."

   Fu Yizhi's soft voice was in his ear.

   Fu Anan 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 Anan."

  Accompanied by his calling, she felt water dripping from the corner of her mouth.

  Brother Fu.

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

"Um."

  She couldn't see Fu Yizhi's appearance clearly, but she could feel his mood at this 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 was like a knife inhaled, cutting the lobes of her lungs.

  The game has three minutes left.

   Convulsed again, she began to vomit blood, the blood 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 suddenly looked twenty years younger. They stood in front of her smiling at her, and stretched 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 Anan."

   Fu Yizhi's voice came from next to his ear, and the bright scenery in front of him shattered.

   "Fu Anan!"

"Um."

  Fu Anan opened his eyes, 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.

  (end of this chapter)