The End Times as a Song

Chapter 309

Suddenly, a chill ran through Huan Rugo's chest. She felt dizzy, shook her head, and then everything went black as she fainted.

Although Huan Rugo had fainted, she was still fully conscious and could hear their conversation.

When Tu Shan Yan saw Huan Ru Ge faint, he panicked instantly, flashed into the air and hugged her, shouting excitedly.

"Huanhuan... Huanhuan, wake up! What happened? Don't scare me. Wake up, we've already got the Snow Spirit Mushroom... We can go home now..."

Tu Shanyan's heart was pounding. He was extremely panicked, his eyes filled with worry. He kept shaking Huan Ruge's body, trying to wake her up.

"Huanhuan... wake up."

Huan Rugo showed no reaction whatsoever, remaining as if she were dead, her face devoid of color.

The young man calmly cast a spell and put away the divine sword stained with the blood of the vine-wielding banshee.

The young man walked towards Tu Shanyan, kneeling on his left knee. His clean, bright, and sharply defined face moved slightly closer to Huan Ruge.

"Stop shaking... let me see..."

"you……"

Tu Shanyan glanced at the boy, then at Huan Rugo. He had no choice but to accept the stranger's help.

"Hmm... let me see..."

The boy carefully examined Huan Ruge's wounds, which were almost completely healed.

The boy gently raised his right hand to cast a spell, and a golden light appeared on his right hand. He gently brushed it over Huan Rugo's wound to heal her.

"It's probably a temporary fainting spell caused by excessive blood loss. My spiritual power can heal human injuries, and she'll wake up soon..." the blue-clad, black-haired youth said calmly.

"Who are you……?"

Tu Shanyan couldn't help but ask a wary question.

"Where did you come from on this dark and windy night?"

Tu Shanyan's tone turned serious and sharp, and he questioned her with a hint of hostility and vigilance.

"This is a desolate wilderness, with towering mountains, deep pools, and demons and monsters everywhere, and evil spirits running rampant."

"You look to be only about my age, yet you managed to kill the thousand-year-old vine witch on the spot. Just who are you...?"

Tu Shanyan spoke in a very serious tone, further questioning the blue-clad, black-haired boy.

The boy didn't mind Tu Shanyan's questioning; instead, he smiled calmly.

Faced with Tu Shanyan's questioning, the boy responded calmly and composedly.

The young man clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, gave a wicked smile, and said:

"The God Race, the Apocalypse."

"The God Race... The Grim Apocalypse..."

Upon hearing that it was a member of the Divine Race, Tu Shanyan's veins bulged instantly, and his nerves tensed immediately. He abandoned his previous playful tone, his eyes sharpening, a strange killing intent flashing within them, and his expression suddenly became extremely solemn. He stared at Lin Moshi, repeating Lin Moshi's words in a serious and meaningful tone.

Tu Shanyan held Huan Ruge tightly with his right hand, while his left hand secretly slipped away, playing a trick. He casually made a hand seal to summon a weapon, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Ah Yan... don't do it..."

“Ah Yan…”

Seeing that Tu Shanyan's expression was off, Huan Ruge, who was still conscious, struggled desperately to try to regain her senses.

After several twists and turns, just as Tu Shanyan was about to make his move, Huan Rugo struggled to open her eyes. Panting and looking flustered, she grabbed Tu Shanyan's hand and stopped his absurd behavior.

"Ah Yan... don't do it..."

"Huanhuan, you're awake..."