Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

She knew very well that the most important thing at this moment was to quickly treat the seriously injured person in front of her.

Although she had no idea why this person was so seriously injured, the strong desire to help deep in her heart drove her to act without hesitation.

At this moment, the god's originally handsome face was completely covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell his original appearance.

The girl was extremely anxious and quickly reached into her pocket for her cell phone, ready to dial 120 to call an ambulance for help.

But when she pressed the call button, she heard a busy tone from the other end of the phone - the line was busy!

"What's going on? Why is the line always busy?" The girl stared at the phone screen suspiciously, the cold prompt tone echoing in her ears.

She frowned and thought to herself: Maybe it was due to the sudden and violent explosion just now.

The explosion not only seriously injured the god, but also many innocent people around were hit by the shock wave and fell to the ground.

I guess the hospital is already crowded with injured people at this moment, and everyone is calling 120 for help, so the telephone lines are congested and I can't get in touch with the hospital.

Thinking of this, the girl became more and more anxious.

Time is running out, and every second of delay puts the life of the god in greater danger.

After a brief thought, she gritted her teeth and made a decision: "There's no other way. Let's take him back to my house first!"

After saying that, the girl used all her strength and struggled to move the heavy rubble that was pressing on the god one by one.

Then she bent down and used all her strength to carry the god on her thin back.

In this way, the girl carried the god on her back and walked slowly towards her home with staggering steps.

Along the way, she was exhausted, panting and sweating profusely, but she didn't dare to stop for a moment. She had only one thought in her mind: she must get home as soon as possible and not let anything happen to this boy.

At this moment, the god was still in a coma and had no idea what was happening in the outside world.

He closed his eyes, his face was as pale as paper, his body was limp, as if he had lost all vitality and energy, and was still deeply unconscious.

On the other side, the petite and fragile little girl went through untold hardships and finally arrived at her doorstep with heavy steps.

She was panting, with beads of sweat on her forehead, but her eyes showed determination and persistence.

She raised her right foot and carefully kicked the door open, afraid of making any noise.

Then, she gritted her teeth and used all her strength to slowly place the god on the carpet. Because his body was too dirty and messy, she could only put him on the carpet temporarily.

Fortunately, there was no one in the girl's house at that moment, so her action of carrying the god into the house did not attract anyone's attention.

After taking a short breath, the girl began to get busy. She first hurriedly ran to every corner to rummage through boxes and cabinets, trying to find medicine to treat the wound.

In a short while, she successfully collected some bottles and jars of medicine for injuries, and also fetched a pot of water for use.

Next, the girl took a white, soft towel and dipped it into clean water to wet it thoroughly.

Then, she wrung out the excess water very gently and slowly approached the god's blood-stained face.

The moment the towel touched the god's cheek, the girl's heartbeat involuntarily quickened a few beats.

She wiped with full concentration, being extremely careful and cautious with each stroke, for fear of causing more pain to the god.

As the girl moved the towel in her hand, the blood on the god's face was wiped away bit by bit.

Gradually, the face that was originally covered by blood began to become clearly visible.

When the girl finally saw the true appearance of the god, she couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

The man before him had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips with a faint rosy hue. His features were as clear as if they were carefully carved by a master sculptor. His otherworldly aura was impossible to ignore, as if he didn't belong to this world.

"What a handsome man." The girl looked at the unconscious god in surprise.

Just as the girl was staring in a trance, suddenly, the god's fingers moved slightly, and an extremely faint moan came out of his mouth.

This subtle change made the girl's heart suddenly filled with joy. She immediately came to her senses and her hands became more gentle, as if she was carefully protecting a rare treasure.

As time passed quickly, the scarred body of the god continued to heal at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, nourished and repaired by the powerful force of the Dragon God's bloodline.

Those hideous wounds, deep enough to see the bones, gradually healed and formed scars, and new pink skin grew to replace the original bloody and horrible scene.

This miraculous and rapid recovery process allowed the god, whose face was distorted and in great pain, to slowly recover. His face gradually turned from pale to rosy, and the vitality of life returned to his body.

At this moment, the god who had been in a coma slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and his hazy vision gradually became clear.

When he finally took in the scene before him, he discovered a beautiful girl staring at him with worry and concern on her face.

The god opened his mouth and tried to make a sound to express his gratitude to the girl, but his body, which had just awakened, seemed to have not yet fully recovered its functions. He felt his throat was dry and uncomfortable as if it was on fire, and he could not utter a word.

Seeing this, the thoughtful girl immediately understood the god's predicament.

She quickly stood up, walked quickly to the table, carefully picked up a glass of clear water, then gently returned to the god and carefully helped him sit up.

Then, the girl handed the cup of water to the god's mouth, gently tilted the cup, and let the cool and sweet water slowly flow into the god's dry mouth.

The god swallowed the hard-earned water in big gulps, and the burning sensation in his throat immediately eased a lot.

After finishing a glass of water, he breathed a sigh of relief, his gratitude evident in words.

He raised his head, looked at the girl with weak but sincere eyes, and squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty: "Thank you for saving my life..."

Hearing the god's words, the girl's fair face instantly flushed with shyness, as beautiful as the peach blossoms blooming in spring.

She lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the god, and only responded softly: "I'm glad you're okay..."

"Fortunately, I was rescued, otherwise I really don't know what to do next." At this moment, the god was secretly glad in his heart.

He couldn't help but recall the thrilling battle against the thunderbolt he had encountered before, as well as the various experiences that eventually led to him being seriously injured and unconscious and stranded in these ruins. He was still frightened.

The girl standing beside him stared at the god quietly, with a hint of curiosity and doubt in her eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? Why are you unconscious? And how did you end up in this ruin? And you look so seriously injured. What happened?"

After hearing the girl's words, the god at this moment fell into silence, and even he himself didn't know how to respond for a moment.

After all, given his current special identity, he absolutely cannot let these ordinary people know his true origins.

So, after a brief and quick thought, the god had to make up a seemingly reasonable lie to deal with the current situation.

The god frowned slightly, paused for a moment, and then said, "To be honest, young lady, I just had a fierce life-and-death battle with an extremely powerful person."