One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Three, Not Even Close

"No."

The baby shook his head, with a greasy look on his face, and naturally leaned into Mu Feng's arms, looked at Hewen, and asked:

"Hewen, has your energy recovered?"

He Wen was lying on the ground, covered in blood and greasiness. He kept writing the word "door" on the ground with his fingers, shaking his head as he wrote.

"No, it's not even close. It's not even close. I know I'm still close. Don't worry."

"Brother, many monsters are coming towards us."

When He Wu heard that He Wen was not even close, he jumped anxiously. Xiangcheng in the south has become a nest of mutant animals. All the plants that once stayed here safely have been eaten by mutant animals.

The children came out of the "door" and arrived at the maternal and child health care hospital. The sudden human aura shocked the mutated animals here.

The children were also petrified by the large mutant animals that filled the hospital in front of them.

If Mu Feng hadn't reacted quickly at that time, their three children would have become food for mutated animals, and they wouldn't be alive today.

Under Mu Feng's harvest, the mutated animals on this floor were finally cleaned up. However, due to the attraction of human flavor, not only the mutated animals in this hospital caused a sensation, but also the mutated animals outside the hospital. They are all coming after smelling the smell, and they may not be able to hold on for long.

However, He Wen lost his temper at this time. He was young and had a short time to discover his powers. To be able to send the three children and one of them from the north to the south, He Wen unconsciously overdrawn all the resources around him. Ability.

If he wants to go back again...hehehe, wait until he rests for ten days and a half, or a month or a few months, to accumulate energy before he can carry out the second transmission.

"Are you tired? If you are, just take a nap."

Mu Feng picked up the baby and walked to the single bed in the ward, thinking that the baby had not slept for a few days. When he was killing the mutated animals in front, she followed behind with a knife to kill some small and inconspicuous animals. The little mutant animal was just a child. He never cried or fussed, or even panicked at all.

A burst of heartache rolled through Mu Feng's eyes. The child he was holding in his arms was supposed to be a little princess who was loved by thousands of people in Baihua City, but was suddenly thrown here. She was crying, Or losing your temper is actually normal.

Wawa shook her head, stretched out her hands, hugged Mu Feng's neck tightly, the knife in her hand was dripping with blood from the sharp edge, but she held the handle of the knife tightly without letting go, and said softly :

"I'm just going to rest for a while, I won't sleep!"

"Okay, then I'll hold you and rest for a while!"

Mu Feng did not put the baby on the bed. He just held the child and stood in front of the moonlit window. He looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky and listened to the roars of mutated animals far and near. The baby's gentle and shallow breathing echoed in his ears.

If the past life was just like the past, it was just a mechanical execution of orders, Mu Feng could leave at any time now. He knew that the baby was very tired, so tired that his self-consciousness ran out, but she did not alert him at all. .

But now, after Mu Feng had done so many sneaky things with the baby, how could he be willing to let her, a little princess, stay alone in such a dangerous place?