The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 1612: Huge losses

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Chen Fan didn't expect that he could wake up.

His memory only stays at the last moment of the battle with Shenyou that day, and he doesn't know what happened after that.

Now when he woke up, he only felt sore all over, touched his right hand, nothing.

This battle was the worst since Chen Fan's debut. Although he had broken his hands and feet in the past, he could use his spiritual power to repair it afterwards.

This time, it may be because of too long time or other reasons.

After Chen Fan used his spiritual power, he found that his severed hand could no longer be repaired.

Besides, his injuries have not healed. Now he can't move. He has lost nearly 70% of his life. At this moment, there are ants-like biting pain from all over his body.

But what can these be compared with the death of Chu Chuo?

Chen Fan recalled the scene where he and Chiu Chiu met, and the two of them have always supported each other, through crisis after crisis, dancing on the tip of a knife.

But now, he is left alone again, it seems that nothing has changed.

Looking at the situation around him with his eyes wide open, Chen Fan is now lying in a bedroom that I don't know who it is. It is antique, fresh and elegantly decorated, without luxury at all, but it is not in the conventional wisdom.

"Squeaky--"

The door was pushed open, and a woman in an emerald green dress walked in.

The woman looked at the 28th Anniversary. Although her appearance was not very stunning, she had an indescribable sense of freshness, and revealed a very comfortable feeling all over her body.

When the woman saw Chen Fan awakening, she walked forward with a quick sigh, and after looking left and right, the clear voice was like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

"You finally woke up, how do you feel?"

Chen Fan turned his head to look at the woman as if exhausting all his energy, and said in a dry voice: "Where is this place, how long have I been in a coma?"

The woman moved a chair and sat next to Chen Fan, carefully tucked the quilt for him, and then said: "This is the prime minister's mansion. My grandpa rescued you back. You have been in a coma for half a year!" "

As soon as these words came out, Chen Fan's pupils contracted. He did not expect that he had been in a coma for half a year!

The corpse that tweeted?

"What can I carry with me when I come, is there a corpse, a little furry beast?"

Chen Fan asked eagerly, even without knowing where to build his strength, he held the woman's wrist tightly.

The woman was pulled in pain, she glared at Chen Fan angrily and said: "Where do I know the corpse of a little beast? After my grandfather rescued you, you were covered in blood, only a gun and a sword. Take it with you!"

Hearing this, Chen Fan's heart slammed.

Tweet Tweet has followed him for so long, and he didn't even have time to be buried after he died. How could he feel sorry for this?

But just when he thought of this, the woman tilted her head, as if suddenly thinking of something.

"Oh yes, my grandpa also brought back an egg, saying it seems to have something to do with you."

"Where is it?" Chen Fan immediately asked: "Bring me to see!"

At this moment, a hint of hope suddenly appeared in Chen Fan's heart. He clearly remembered that there was no egg on the battlefield during the war. What is this egg now?

Not long after, the woman hurried back again holding a colorful egg, and Chen Fan cried with joy the moment she saw the egg!

He can feel the breath of tweeting.

Tweet, I'm not dead yet!

"Yo-yo-yo, look at you as a big man who is still crying. It seems that this pill is really important to you. Keep it here."

The woman put the seven easter eggs in Chen Fan's arms, turned around and left.

And when Chen Fan stroked the egg, he could feel the heartbeat inside!

"Also, as long as you are not dead, we can start all over again!"