A Genius and a God Fell In Love

The young man rushed over and put his shoulders on him, anxiously making him use his strength to climb up.

After hearing the pig's cry, he ran in another direction to draw the black pig away.

"Big fat pig... come and chase me, if you chase me, I will stew you into a pot of braised pig."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and finally climbed up a bit with the help of the teenager.

Turning his head and looking at the rampant pig, he climbed up again vigorously.

When he finally reached the height that the black pig couldn't reach, the whole person was close to collapse, and his face was terribly ugly.

The arm holding the black cloth was shaking constantly, and it seemed that there was a possibility of getting off at any time.

"Young man, hurry up...come up." He shouted weakly below.

The teenager ran a few laps quickly, grabbed the black cloth, and climbed up. As soon as he reached half of the black cloth, he shook violently.

Looking down, it was the pig who was biting.

The middle-aged man shouted: "Here, the big pig is here."

His voice attracted the black pig, and the boy took the opportunity to climb up again.

"Uncle, I can't do it...this time it really doesn't work."

He was panting, his hands and feet trembling so that the black cloth was also shaking.

The middle-aged man wanted to comfort him a few words, and opened his mouth feebly, without the strength to make a sound anymore.

The two did not speak any more, if it weren't for the hands holding the black cloth, it would be easy for people to mistake them as a dead man who was prostration from a distance.

Finally, ten long minutes passed.

As soon as the black pig disappeared, the two of them slid down.

When the middle-aged man was halfway through the skating, suddenly he was injured and fell off.

The cumbersome body slammed heavily on the floor, and the sound awakened the confused teenager.

"uncle!"

He shouted dumbly.

Quickly slid down, stumbled and ran over, "Uncle, how are you?"

The middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly and had no consciousness.

"uncle."

The teenager yelled in a panic, choking someone anxiously for CPR.

After tossing for a long time, the middle-aged man finally opened his eyes.

"Uncle, are you awake?"

The man blinked his eyelids weakly, opened his mouth and spit out weak words, "I'm fine, don't worry..."

The young man helped him to sit up and leaned on himself, "Uncle, you can drink my blood, you can add some more."

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and gasped and said, "It's not time yet."

"You are like this, when will you have to wait."

"Also, there are still two hours."

Seeing what the young man wanted to say anxiously, the middle-aged man said again, "I rested for a while and my whole body hurts."

"Uncle, don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep."

He heard that weak people couldn't wake up when they fell asleep.

"It's okay..." The middle-aged man twitched his mouth and closed his eyes.

The young man supported him with one hand and touched the sweat on his face with the other.

Looking at the wide cloth flying around, there seemed to be a raging flame burning in his chest.

His eyes were as fierce as a wolf, and he gritted his teeth.

If he could, he really wanted to burn all these ghosts with a torch.

The anger and sadness could not be vented, and the knuckles of the fingers hanging beside him turned white, making a gurgling sound.

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[Ding, hello players, nine hours have passed in the game, and the winning or losing is ahead. In the last hour, please do your best and cheer. 】

The young man woke up suddenly, only to realize that he was sitting asleep.

In this sleep, I slept for another hour.

"Uncle." He quickly lowered his head to look at the person leaning on him.

The middle-aged man's face was so pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and only a weak breath indicated that he was still alive.