507: C507 The Child Who Fell into the Crowd

C507 The Child Who Fell into the Crowd

Murong Dashan looked at Lin Lang and observed him for a while. He then helped Tang Ling'er put Lin Lang down and watched as Lin Lang could move freely and hobble in front of them. When his steps were still normal, he finally felt relieved.

Murong Dashan asked curiously, "Junior brother, do you really not feel pain? Your wound clearly did not heal, how could it not feel pain?"

Thus, he tried to gently tear apart the silk cloth on Lin Lang's arm. Lin Lang lowered his head and looked. He couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb. He didn't expect that the wound would actually reveal white bones.

"No, you can't leave like this. Let senior brother carry you first. " Murong Dashan was shocked by the scene in front of him. He also took a deep breath.

Lin Lang said to Murong Dashan, "Senior brother, don't worry. I really don't feel anything right now. It's fine. It's just like an illusory dream. Besides, the injuries I've suffered are all fake. It's just that I'm moving forward in my dream. "

Lin Lang lifted his arm and moved freely. He didn't feel anything unusual. Although the wound looked really ferocious, it wasn't inconvenient for Lin Lang at all.

Lin Lang said to Murong Dashan, "Don't worry. Let's enter the city first. "

Murong Dashan looked at Lin Lang's wound and quietly observed it. He and Tang Ling'er looked at each other and could not help looking at each other. There was a strange look on their faces.

Murong Dashan hesitated for a while and said, "If it is really as you said, it is just an illusion, then your wound is just a false alarm. Then junior sister and I are just fake people in the dream. But why do we feel that we are so real, with flesh and blood?"

Lin Lang looked at Murong Dashan in shock. The seemingly reckless Murong Dashan in front of him actually had such a deep thought. The questions he asked even made Lin Lang doubt him. Lin Lang, who had always believed in the dream, suddenly felt a trace of hesitation and doubt.

"Is this really a dream?"

Lin Lang's thoughts became chaotic.

Tang Ling'er agreed with him and said, "That's right. What senior brother said makes sense. Junior brother. . . You don't need to say anything about this dream anymore. The two of us will take it that your body has suffered some strange things and has undergone changes that are inferior to ordinary people. "

Lin Lang immediately wanted to refute her, but he found that he didn't have an excuse to refute Tang Ling'er.

"Next, you better be careful. If this change is gone, your injuries will worsen. Don't let your guard down and don't believe in the dream anymore. "

Lin Lang felt helpless. No matter if it was Murong Dashan or Tang Ling'er, they were both very mature people. They had their own judgment. It was impossible for them to be convinced by him with just a few words. Even he felt that he was convinced by the two of them.

The three of them went against the flow of people and struggled to rush into the city. When they passed by a pair of mother and son, for some reason, the mother made a mistake and the child fell from the swaddling cloth.

The moment the child fell, the surrounding crowd rushed in and did not notice at all. There was a baby crawling forward under their feet and crying loudly.

"Son, everyone stop. My son is lost. Please. "

The woman was just a lone boat in the middle of the crowd. How could she be a hindrance?

Unable to find her son, she couldn't help but cry out in sorrow, causing the sky to shake.

Lin Lang looked at the scene in front of him. Only then did he realize that his son had been pushed to a corner on his right by the crowd.

He immediately stopped the surging crowd and bent down to pick up the child on the ground. However, the strength of the crowd could not be underestimated. Furthermore, he was seriously injured and powerless. How could he withstand the crazy pressure from so many people?

Under extreme hunger, Lin Lang couldn't even lift him up. Even he himself fell down. His eyes couldn't help but reveal a sorrowful expression.

If he didn't have the time to stop it, this child would have been crushed into minced meat.

Due to desperation, Lin Lang did not have time to react. He bent over and used his body to block the child.

Some people immediately stomped on his body crazily.

"Move aside, move aside. Tang Ling'er hurriedly separated the surging crowd in front of her. She did not want them to hurt Lin Lang and the child, but the speed of the crowd was too fast.

It was dark and dense. Lin Lang blocked one, so how could he stop the people who kept stepping on him?

Lin Lang struggled to support the limited space underneath him. He could only try to leave a temporary shelter for the child there.

Tang Ling'er drew the sword from her waist and tried to use the sword energy to create a temporary hindrance. However, whether it was her shouts or the area covered by the sword energy, it was completely covered by the noise.2

In her anxiety, Tang Ling'er could only place the sword in front of her body and slash forward as she roared. "If you come again, don't blame me for being impolite. "

Only then did the people in front of the group feel the sharp sword qi. The range that Tang Ling'er covered was only a few feet in front of them and was unable to deter the crowd in front of them.

Originally, the people in front of them had already felt waves of danger approaching and when they were afraid, they also wanted to retreat. But now, it was not up to them anymore. After all, the people in front wanted to stop but the people in the back did not realize and continued to press forward. They could not stop even if they wanted to.

Everyone was a chess piece on the chessboard at the mouth of the wind. How could they make the decision?

Seeing that it was about to hit Tang Ling'er's blade, they saw that it was about to hit Tang Ling'er's blade. Tang Ling'er originally did not want to hurt them. Helpless, she could only put away the sword.

She pulled Murong Dashan up and tried to use their bodies to block it.

"Junior brother, get up quickly, quick. . .

Can't hold it anymore. . . What are you waiting for?" Two lines of tears trickled down Tang Ling'er's eyes, but Lin Lang already had no strength left to stand up.

"Senior sister, I really don't have any strength now. I'm really tired!"

"You have to believe me. You can do it. Don't give up! The people behind you won't wait for you. " Tang Ling'er said anxiously.

"I am really tired. Senior sister, let me lie here. I really want to sleep. " Lin Lang said tiredly. His voice was extremely hoarse.

"Get up, get up. I won't allow you to give up. "

The crowd continued to surge. Most of the people were blocked by Tang Ling'er and Murong Dashan's bodies, but there was still a small group of people who accidentally stepped on Lin Lang.

Tang Ling'er and Murong Dashan, who could not hold on any longer, became anxious. Lin Lang knelt on the ground, one hand holding the child and the other on the ground. His eyes were red.

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