Chapter 737： Xia Jiu of the Doomsday World (52) (1/2)

Dried fruit seems to have a charm all of a sudden, pinching him, uncontrollably, Bunuo puts the fruit in his mouth.

The air-dried fruit had just entered the mouth, and now it turned into a clear stream, and slid straight down the throat all the way into Bruno's belly.

The soberness felt straight into the brain, as if all the mist was blown away in an instant, and the burning temperature on the heart subsided.

The misty blue eyes, the scarlet color slowly faded, a little bit clear and deep.

Covering his own heart and squinting his eyes, Buno was sincerely grateful to the slender woman for the first time.

”Xia Jiu, how are you doing?”

He asked quietly in his heart.

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With the mountains against the back of the snowfield, the killing in front of them gradually came to an end.

Blood and corpses piled up throughout the valley, and a thin layer of snow had originally melted at this time.

Corpse pit.

Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Xia Qiu suddenly thought of the word.

This valley looks peaceful, but it is actually a Huangquan Road.

Faintly heavy breathing, awake from the manic and bloodthirsty state, and the surviving psionicists looked blankly at their side.

Maybe there are comrades they promised, or maybe they have brothers who are like brothers and feet in the blood on their hands ...

But now, all these people have fallen into a pool of blood.