I'm not a drama god

"Fuser?" Pu Xiachan frowned slightly, and became alert all over.

Han Meng sniffed his breath and confirmed that he was still alive, then patted his shoulder:

"Zhao Yi."

After being shaken by Han Meng, Zhao Yi finally slowly opened his eyes. When he saw that familiar face, he was slightly startled...

"Commander Han Meng?"

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"I..." Zhao Yi recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, and his face suddenly became a little gloomy.

boom--

The roar of the disaster crashing into the ruins came from afar. Han Meng checked the time, picked up Zhao Yi from the ruins, and walked towards the boundary train.

"You want to take him on the Realm Train?" Pu Xiachan asked in astonishment, "He's a Fusionist!"

Everyone knew how the South China Sea boundary was breached, and Pu Xiachan had even witnessed with his own eyes the violent fusionist killing the Pu family. In their eyes, Zhao Yi was now undoubtedly a time bomb that could get out of control at any time.

"If he could lose control, he would have done so long ago." Han Meng replied calmly, "The fact that he survived Ye Mu's hands means he's fine."

Pu Xiachan was still a little worried, but she glanced at the weak Zhao Yi, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to believe Han Meng.

Soon, the three arrived at the location of the flare.

The location where the flare was raised was not at the station for the boundary train. After all, the entire station was destroyed as soon as the entire fusion faction lost control to prevent anyone from escaping from the South China Sea boundary... In front of the three people was a temporary warehouse used to store boundary trains.

In the warehouse, the front of the boundary train was equipped with a carriage. Several figures were already standing in the carriage, starting the train.

"Summer cicada!"

When Pu Chunshu on the train saw Pu Xiachan, his eyes lit up and he finally felt relieved.

In addition to Pu Chunshu, the injured head of the Pu family was also in the carriage. However, his condition seemed to be very bad, with wounds all over his body left by the disaster. Next to him was a survivor of the Medical Dao who was trying to heal him. Pu Shu and two or three other survivors of the Pu family were also surrounding him.

Seeing Han Meng coming, the weak head of the Pu family forced a smile and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.

Pu Shu, who was standing aside, had a slightly gloomy expression on his face, as if he was blaming God for not letting Han Meng die in the disaster... But even though he was muttering in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything now that the head of the Pu family and others were here.

"Where is Uncle Sanyuan?" Pu Xiachan asked puzzledly.

"He is still clearing the disaster along the track to make way for us." The head of the Pu family replied, "We were able to survive this time, thanks to Sanyuan..."

The scholar's fighting ability was fully demonstrated in this war. After all, he was much younger than the head of the Pu family and others, and was better at fighting. He became the only hope for everyone at the moment.

Han Meng walked into the carriage and his eyes quickly fell on the blind man who was also dying in the corner of the carriage.

However, unlike the head of the Pu family, the blind man had no obvious scars of disaster, but his vitality was like dry grass in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time. His hair was dry and falling off, and two lines of blood and tears solidified on his cheeks. He was like a disheartened sculpture, motionless in the corner.

"Wait, why did you bring a fusionist on board?" The congressman stood up suddenly on the other side of the car, "He will kill all of us!"

Compared with other casualties, this congressman was too clean. Not only did he not have any wounds, but the corners of his clothes were not even stained with dust. It seemed as if he had hidden in this carriage as soon as the war broke out.

Feeling the extremely aggressive gaze of the congressman, as well as the fearful eyes of others, Zhao Yi's weak body trembled slightly...

He didn't refute anything, but just lowered his head silently without saying a word.

"Shut up." Han Meng was too lazy to talk nonsense with this deserter. He raised the gun and pointed it at the congressman's eyebrows. He said coldly, "If you say one more word, I don't mind killing a piece of trash to reduce the weight of this carriage."

The congressman's harsh and difficult remarks were just about to come out of his throat when they were blocked by Han Meng's words. He didn't dare to say another word.

He had already offended Han Meng badly, and now he was the most useless person in the car. If Han Meng really shot him to death, I'm afraid no one else would stop him.

"Let him come up..." The blind man in the corner said weakly, "He is not under Si Zai's control."

The blind man had seen Si Zai's layout with his own eyes, and he did not see the shadow of Zhao Yi in the lines of thought extending from Si Zai.

Since the blind man had spoken, naturally no one else would have any objections, and Zhao Yi was placed on the chair.

At the same time, a roaring whistle sounded from the front of the car...

buzzing-

With the power pulled to the extreme, the carriage vibrated forward, leaving the warehouse and rushing quickly towards the edge of the boundary along the track.

Everyone held on to the things beside them and looked out the window. At this moment, the disasters on several nearby streets heard the sound of the whistle, quickly changed direction, and rushed here.

"Can this train really break out of the South China Sea boundary?" The congressman at the side asked anxiously with a pale face.

"I don't know." The head of the Pu family paused for a moment, "But at least, our chances of survival are higher if we stay together than if we flee separately."

The boundary train has the effect of dispelling disasters. In addition, there are two level eight warriors escorting the train, and most of the other survivors in the carriage are level six or seven fighters. This is definitely the safest way to leave at present.

The whistle roared, and the train began to speed up crazily in the ruins. The front of the train, which was built with great effort by the Tower of Babel, crashed into all the ruins on the path with unstoppable force, and billowing dust rose up!

The Wushendao marks on the train and the rails kept lighting up. When the lower-level disasters rushed to the vicinity of the boundary train, they seemed to be affected by some force and subconsciously stopped their movements and retreated cautiously...

As the train was moving, a scholar was walking in the air above the tracks, surrounded by countless words, as if escorting the train.

But the next moment, a low roar of a giant beast came from a distance!

Moo————!!!

The aura of destruction mixed with the bone-chilling cold rolled over the ruins. The eighth-order disasters scattered in various corners seemed to be guided by something and rushed towards the direction of the train like crazy!

They did not approach directly with their physical bodies, but instead raised waves on the frosty ground. Countless giant frost blades condensed and smashed towards the realm train that was speeding up!

"It's bad." The head of the Pu family looked extremely unhappy.

"Those two world destroyers... don't seem to want to let us leave."