Chapter 985： Dahe Village

Since Chen Fan debuted, it can be said that he has suffered countless injuries, large and small, but not once has it reached the level it is today.

Not only the old wounds and the new ones before, but the battle today also left dantian with injuries.

This is not something that can be recovered overnight. It must be healed with water to a certain extent.

Even during this period, Chen Fan had to use his spiritual power as little as possible, otherwise his injuries were likely to worsen.

Therefore, he can only be an ordinary person for a while with peace of mind.

In addition to Dan Tian's injury, the palm that Zhao Wuchen printed on his chest was also a bit tricky.

First of all, the sternum broke and collapsed, and some even pierced into the internal organs.

Although this couldn't kill Chen Fan as a monk, it stings incomparably as he walked, as if someone was tearing his muscles bit by bit.

Before even walking a few steps, blood would stick out from Chen Fan's mouth and nose.

He knew that he couldn't continue like this, he had to find a no-man's place, open his chest, and straighten the bones that pierced the internal organs.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it won't get better in a lifetime.

But now, Chen Fan's footsteps are smooth and there is no place to hide his figure, and the deacons of Lingyunzong have not left yet, Chen Fan must act carefully.

Therefore, he can only rely on willpower to move forward continuously, and he doesn't even know where the end is.

It was noon, and Chen Fan's lips were dry and cracked with dead skin.

But even so, if you look closely, you will definitely find that he is trembling slightly!

That's because of the cold, swaying!

It's still cold under such scorching sun. This can only explain one reason. Chen Fan contracted the wind chill.

Logically speaking, how could a monk catch the disease that ordinary people would get, but this is the case.

Chen Fan was originally very weak. He was seriously injured and jumped into the icy water. After that, he drove on the road. It was forgivable that he was exposed to the sun and caught the cold.

In this way, his consciousness became more and more blurred, his head was dizzy, and his footsteps were vacant. In the end, it seemed that a small village appeared in front of him, and the villagers were busy with each other.

Chen Fan wanted to stretch out his hand, but a feeling of dizziness came, and he finally passed out completely.

In the dizziness, Chen Fan felt that someone was pushing him and even slapped him in the face. If this scene was seen by people familiar with Chen Fan, his mouth would grow in shock.

That is the person who has killed King Wu, dare to slap Chen Fan's face, he will die?

The last thought dissipated, and Chen Fa finally fell into a deep coma.

Time seems to have no concept in his consciousness, only boundless darkness and loneliness.

I don’t know how long it has passed, it may be a moment, it may be ten years, a hundred years, when Chen Fan opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him has changed.

The first thing that came out was a burst of tingling, which made him gasp unconsciously.

At the same time, a somewhat rough hand shook in front of Chen Fan's eyes, and a woman who was looking at her in her early twenties caught Chen Fan's eyes.

"Are you awake, Daniel?"

The woman's hair is yellow and messy as if it is in the grass, and her face is dotted with freckles and even buck teeth.

What made Chen Fan most concerned about was those hands. A girl's hands were as dry and yellow as a middle-aged man.

"Where is this place? Why do you call me Daniel?"

Chen Fan's voice was extremely hoarse, like two stones rubbing.

But in this way, it just happens to complement the woman in front of you, and it really matches: "This is Dahe Village. I picked it up, so you are my man, Daniel."