A Genius and a God Fell In Love

The boy rushed over, put his shoulders on him, and anxiously asked him to use his strength to climb up.

After hearing the cry of the pig, he ran in another direction to distract the black pig.

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

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and with the help of the young man, he finally climbed up a section.

Turning his head to look at the rampant pig, he climbed up again vigorously.

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

The arm holding the black cloth kept shaking, as if it might lose its strength at any moment.

"Young man, hurry up... Come up quickly." He weakly shouted towards the bottom.

The boy quickly ran a few laps, grabbed the black cloth and climbed up. Just half way up the black cloth shook violently.

Looking down, it was the pig that was gnawing.

The middle-aged man shouted: "This way, big-headed pig."

His voice attracted the black pig, and the boy took the opportunity to climb another section.

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

He was panting heavily, his hands and feet were shaking so much that the black cloth was shaking too.

The middle-aged man wanted to comfort him, but he opened his mouth feebly, unable to make another sound at all.

The two did not speak again.

If it weren't for the hands tightly gripping the black cloth, it would be easy to be mistaken for a prostrated dead person from a distance.

Finally, ten long minutes passed.

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

Halfway through the slide, the middle-aged man loosened his grip and fell down.

The bulky body hit the floor heavily, and the sound woke up the confused teenager.

"uncle!"

He shouted hoarsely.

Quickly slid down and ran over in a stumbling manner, "Uncle, how are you doing?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were closed tightly, and he was already unconscious.

"uncle."

The boy yelled in panic, pinching the person in a hurry to perform CPR.

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

"Uncle, are you awake?"

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

The young man helped him to sit up and leaned against himself, "Uncle, drink my blood, it can supplement some."

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

"You are already like this, when will you wait?"

"There's still two hours left."

Seeing that the young man wanted to say something anxiously, the middle-aged man said again, "I'll rest for a while, my whole body hurts."

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

He had heard that weak people cannot wake up from sleep.

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

The boy supported him with one hand, and touched the sweat beads on his face with the other.

Looking at the large cloth flying around, it seemed like a raging flame was burning in his chest.

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

If he could, he really wanted to burn all these ghost things with a fire.

Unable to vent his anger and sadness, the knuckles of his fingers hanging by his side turned white and made a rattling sound.

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[Ding, hello players, nine hours of game time have passed, and victory or loss is just ahead. In the last hour, please do your best and come on. 】

The boy woke up suddenly, only to realize that he had fallen asleep sitting up.

This time, I slept for an hour.

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

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