Chapter 1612: lost heavily

Chen Fan didn't expect that he could wake up.
His memory only stays at the last moment of the battle with Shen You that day, and he doesn't know what happened after that.
After waking up now, he only felt sore all over, touched his right hand, nothing.
This battle was the worst since Chen Fan debuted. Although he had broken his hands and feet in the past, he could use his spiritual power to repair it.
And 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 not be repaired.
In addition, his injuries have not healed, and now he can't move, and his Shouyuan has lost nearly 70%. At this moment, there are ants-like bites from all over his body.
But what can these be compared with the death of Chiu Chiu?
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, and it seems that nothing has changed.
Looking around 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 cliche.
"Squeaky-"
The door was pushed open, and a woman in an emerald green dress walked in.
This woman looked at Twenty-eight Years, although her appearance was not very stunning, she had an indescribable sense of freshness, and revealed a very comfortable feeling all over her body.
After seeing Chen Fan's awakening, the woman walked forward with a scream, 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 and glanced at the woman as if exhausting all his strength, 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 house. My grandfather rescued you back. You have been in a coma for half a year!"
As soon as he said this, Chen Fan's pupils contracted. He did not expect that he had been in a coma for half a year!
That tweeted corpse?
"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 stubbornly pulled the woman's wrist left and right.
The woman was sore, 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 were carried by your side. !"
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan's heart squatted.
He has been with him for so long, and he didn't even have time to be buried after he died. How could this make him feel sorry for him?
But just as he thought of this, the woman tilted her head, as if suddenly thinking of something.
"Oh, by the way, my grandpa also brought back an egg, saying that it seems to have some connection with you."
"Where is it?" Chen Fan immediately asked: "Bring it to me and 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 at the time of the war. What is this egg now?
Not long after, the woman rushed 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, it's 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 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 do everything from scratch!"