Chapter 733 Controlling Thoughts

nd threw it into his mouth. After chewing for a while, he continued to reprimand her, " Qiao Bao'er, you just have bad intentions yourself. Don't be jealous of others. That's Xiaoxue's talent. She doe...As for Junzhi Mu's death, he didn't regret it. He had chosen his path and done what he believed in, so there was no regret even in dying. He would rather die with her than live alone.

It wasn't that Jun Mu's personal will was weak, but at this time, he didn't even have the strength to speak. He slowly closed his eyes, only hoping that his hand could continue to hold her tightly.

A deathly silence hung in the air, broken by no sound of voices.

In contrast to their physical exhaustion, Qiao Baoer's mental state was surprisingly good. Nestled in Jun Zhim 牧's arms, her emotions gradually calmed down, and the more resolute she became, the fainter those clamoring voices in her mind grew.

She felt Junzhi Mu's skin was unusually cold, and she looked up to notice his pale, weak complexion.

This startled Qiao Bao'er, who instinctively grabbed his hand tightly, "What's wrong"

"Are you feeling unwell, Lord Where does it hurt"

She had no memory of what had happened before. As soon as she came to, she was met with a cold interrogation from Alice. It was only then that Qiao Bao'er regained her senses and realized, they were all trapped in a very dangerous situation.

Junzhi Mu opened his eyes and looked at her. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but at this moment, he felt that all the cells in his body were coming alive, and the tightness in his chest had eased.

Because it was pitch black all around, he couldn't see. He reached out and touched his own wound which had been bloody before, but it was healed now. Even the burn on his palm from long ago felt smooth again.

Junzhi Mu's entire being perked up.

He immediately recalled how Qiao Baoer, holding her staff, had picked up a broken branch and caused it to gradually sprout new buds and even bloom flowers.

When Junzhi Mu confirmed that his wounds had healed, he felt both excitement and disbelief.

Before he could speak, a heartbroken samba cried from the other end.

Even wild people can cry.

Sambo was big and strong, far more so than ordinary people. But his mother, the chief of the wild tribe, couldn't stand this torment any longer. Sambo sadly knelt before the chief of the wild tribe, head bowed low, crying softly.

The surrounding silence was so profound that Samba's cries felt jarring, piercing into everyone's ears. His grief was a heavy, lingering sorrow.

The chieftain of the wild people could not hold on any longer and breathed his last.

Samba laid his mother down flat and neat, just like when they were paying respects to an elder, kneeling properly, much like the rituals of their primitive worship.

Even though Lao Gui and the others couldn't see, they could feel the sadness.

I have no sympathy for others anymore. They are all going to die anyway, and those who die earlier will have people mourning them. When it's my turn to die, who will mourn me

I find it quite ironic that people seem to have lost all sense of fear or respect for death.

Lie flat comfortably, find a cozy spot, and rest.

Jun Zhimu held Qiao Baier's hand, originally wanting to ask her some questions, but Qiao Baier got up and insisted on going to see Samba. In this dark cave, Qiao Baier could see normally, only her vision was a little dim. She knew that their current predicament had something to do with her.

"Cub, my mother is dead."

Sampa was simple-minded, but he had emotions too. He was heartbroken and knelt respectfully before the body of the tribal leader.

Qiao Bao'er heard his words, her throat choked with emotion, and she knelt beside him.

Joe Ba'er knows that Samba was abandoned and exiled by the tribal chief. Samba grew up on his own, and he is distant from the tribal chief, but he still cares about her, after all, she is his mother.

Lao Gui and the crab found a good spot and waited quietly for death. Listening to Samba's sobbing, they couldn't help but feel a little sympathy. Wild man Samba was simple-minded but strong, he might just last until the end, ah, dying in the end.

They are really living on borrowed time.

Qiao Baoer imitated the Samba wild man's farewell ceremony, and lightly touched the forehead of the deceased between the eyebrows.

Jo Baoer didn't notice that the chief of the wild people moved his finger. When the chief of the wild people clenched Samba's fist tightly with his right hand, Samba was frightened and froze.

Meanwhile, Jun Zhimu felt a warm current of power flowing through his body. He regained his strength and, guided by instinct, crawled over to Alice.

You have the giant serpent burrow downward. It's much easier for it to go down than up. The soil will be softer the deeper it goes, and beneath that is a lake. We all stand a chance of escaping if we make it there…

Jun Zhi Mu already sensed it, Ai Lisa and the snake god Naga were intertwined, sharing life and death, consciousness and perception. Ai Lisa could control this giant serpent to snatch a lifeline for them.

This is the only way Junzhi can think of to survive now.

But at this moment, Alice was like a wooden doll, she ignored him. Her face was pale and desperate, her lips remained sealed in silence.

Her son Raphael's original body was buried by the earth and could no longer be found. The son in this strange body before her, was breathing weakly, about to leave.

She knew her son had done so much, Alice had lived for thousands of years, no one owed her anything, the only one she owed was her misguided love, this child born in a moment of impulse.

On the other side, Augustus the leader also knew that his time was coming to an end. His chest was pierced by a branch, not to mention the severe fall in this place, making it harder and harder to breathe. But he wasn't resigned to fate. With a grim face, he turned his head towards Alice and roared her name.

"Eliza..." The leader rasped, yearning for her to come closer, to see him one last time.

He had grown old, while his Lisa remained as youthful and beautiful as ever. How could he bear it

The leader felt that he hadn't done anything wrong back then, hurting her. He still loved her and had never betrayed their love.

Alice ignored the man who had hurt her. At this moment, she just wanted to quietly stay by her son's side and wait for Raphael's last breath. As a mother, she felt like a complete failure. She hadn't protected her child.

She heard Junzhi Mu's idea just now, to have Naga drill down with the last of his strength, and that maybe the pool below could give them a glimmer of hope. But Elissa wasn't willing. Since her son was dead, she wanted everyone, everything, to be buried here, to end it all. Maybe this was a good ending after all.

An incredulous, urgent voice shattered Eliza's thoughts. "My mother is alive!!" Samba roared with excitement.

They were confused and disoriented from the lack of oxygen, barely registering that Samba was shouting something. All they felt was a deep resentment; all they wanted was to die peacefully, away from this unhinged savage's noise.

Eliza, however, could understand Samba's savage native language instantly.

Alice's expression was one of shock. She immediately turned her head towards Samba, where the deceased chieftain of the Wild Man tribe was now sitting up alive and well.

Alisa had known for a millennium that her master possessed the power to control life and death. Her master's rage could even cause everything to wither, but also bring forth new life.

"...Please save my son."

Elissa excitedly trembled and crawled to Qiao Bao'er's side, kowtowing incessantly and pleading humbly.

"You brought my son Raphael back to life, and I can grant you any wish."

Jo Bao'er on the other hand was completely dumbfounded, she looked down at her own hands, a feeling of disbelief washing over her.

And at this time, the abandoned staff in the corner, the ruby at the top of the staff faintly emitted a red light. One-third of the staff had been broken off, yet it still possessed incredible power.

Joe's voice in her head was screaming, then suddenly she understood. As long as she could control her thoughts and suppress that voice, she could do anything. to herself, unable to help but glance out the door.Pediatrics, perhaps Pei Yi is sick.Only when Pei Yi has an accident will Pei Haoran be so flustered.Thinking about this, Zhu Xiaowei didn't even car...