His Overlord Omega

Chapter 36 Zhang Han's Heartbeat

Song Yang looked at Zhang Han who was nestled against his chest and passed out, and he was so anxious that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He could only pat Zhang Han's cheek gently while calling Zhang Han's name eagerly.

He called out loudly, but there was no reply.

Just like the past 12 years.

Song Yang tested Zhang Han's breathing with his index finger, only one breath remained, a thin hairspring.

Song Yang was at a loss for a moment, he and Zhang Han had only made a little progress, his Han Han finally remembered himself, how could he bear to see his Han Han suffer so much?

Zhang Han's small body was frighteningly hot, and he was sweating profusely. Zhang Han frowned, and he was still in great pain even in a coma.

"Hot...so hot..." Zhang Han's painful groans were barely audible.

Song Yang hugged Zhang Han and stood up in a daze, "Okay, okay, don't be afraid Hanhan, brother won't make you feel so uncomfortable."

The fire was extinguished, and the cave fell into darkness again.

Song Yang gently placed Zhang Han on the lily petals falling all over the ground. The lily bed was extremely soft and exuded a refreshing fragrance. The little Zhang Han fell asleep in the lily field all over the floor. , like a fairy in the sky who has fallen into the mortal world but is not stained with dust.

Song Yang looked at the sleeping Zhang Han affectionately, knelt down on his knees and gently kissed Zhang Han's thin white lips.

Afterwards, Song Yang took off | his shirt, gently covered Zhang Han's body with his T-shirt, and strode out of the cave.

The goose feather snow has been falling on the ground for a long time. The mountains in the distance and the grass and trees in the nearby fields have been covered by the vast snow. Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, the scenery is extremely enchanting.

In addition to the beautiful scenery, the temperature outside the cave is frighteningly low, which can be called the four words of bone-chilling cold.

As soon as Song Yang came out, he was terribly cold and shivering non-stop.

But he sat down slowly, turned his back to the ground slowly, and lay down.

The upper body is naked | lying on the thick snow field.

The reason why he didn't wear a shirt was to cool down his body temperature as much as possible.

Song Yang's back was stabbed like a needle, and the severe cold almost penetrated his skin and penetrated into his bones.

Song Yang still held back, he simply stretched out his hands and feet in the boundless snow field, and lay down in a "big" shape standing upright.

Snowflakes flying all over the sky, people lying flat on the field and looking up at the sky, everything seems to be the same as that winter in the small mountain village 11 and a half years ago.

The difference is that the young man who yearned silently and mourned silently with tears back then has grown up, and he already has enough ability to go to the side of the person he likes, hold him in his arms, care for him, and protect him.

Flying snowflakes fell on Song Yang's flushed cheeks, then melted and disappeared without a sound. On Song Yang's handsome face, a heartfelt smile appeared.

After a long while, Song Yang got up, his legs were already numb from the cold, and it was already very difficult to stand up unsteadily.

Song Yang's back was turned blue and purple from the cold, and bloodshot cracks were even formed on his originally white|smooth skin, which looked shocking.

Song Yang held Zhang Han in his arms with trembling hands, and physically cooled Zhang Han with his body as cold as ice.

Song Yang protected Zhang Han's head with his right hand, and gently leaned Zhang Han's forehead on his cheek, and the two cuddled each other like this.

He healed him, and he kept him warm.

When the chill on his body subsided, Song Yang lay back in the snow again, and the snow water melted by Song Yang's body temperature soaked in along the cracked scar on his back, and there was another almost heart-piercing pain. Song Yang frowned and endured the pain silently. In the end, his back was almost frozen and he lost consciousness.

Omega's physical fitness is extremely poor, Zhang Han's fever comes and goes like a mountain, the illness comes like a mountain, and the illness goes like a thread, Song Yang doesn't know how many times he repeated back and forth, before Zhang Han's body temperature returned to a normal level.

At this time, Song Yang's back was already densely covered with scars and chilblains, and all the smooth skin was frozen to rot, and there was no decent place on the whole back.

Zhang Han coughed twice inaudibly, Song Yang hurriedly moved closer when he heard the sound, Zhang Han finally woke up leisurely.

"Are you feeling better?" Song Yang asked with concern.

"Well," Zhang Han replied in a low voice.

Song Yang had already put on his T-shirt at this time, and he didn't want Zhang Han to see the scars on his back.

Zhang Han's soft little hands stroked Song Yang weakly, his eyes were still a little blurred, "Song Yang, why is your face so red, is it from the cold?"

Song Yang's heart felt warm, such a good Zhang Han, it was worth the cold for him.

"I'm fine. Don't think too much. Getting well is the most important thing." Song Yang said softly, his voice as warm as a spring breeze.

Under the physical cooling that Song Yang had been working hard before, Zhang Han's body temperature had returned to the normal level, his body gradually improved, and he didn't feel dizzy anymore.

Zhang Han let Song Yang support him, stood up slowly, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

The snow outside has stopped, and the sun has come out. Although the temperature is still very low, the warm sunshine gives people an inexplicable feeling of wanting to get close.

Zhang Han really wanted to go out for a walk and stand under the warm sunshine.

It's just that he hasn't eaten anything for such a long time from last night to now, coupled with the torment of illness and pain, his two legs really don't have much strength, and he needs Song Yang to hold hands to walk slowly.

Song Yang took Zhang Han's little hand and walked into the forest, sea and snow covered in silver.

Zhang Han walked on the thick and flat snow with one foot deep and the other shallow. Song Yangze carefully led him, lest he step on the ground and fall and get hurt.

The two have been walking like this for a long time.

"Are you hungry?" Song Yang asked.

"No, I'm not hungry." Zhang Han replied, how could there be food in this barren mountain and wilderness, anyway, Song Yang's family was coming soon, and he was reluctant to make Song Yang work hard.

As soon as Zhang Han's words fell to the ground, his stomach let out a "gurgling" sound.

"This..." Zhang Han was a little embarrassed, and as soon as he raised his head, he bumped into Song Yang's face that was trying to hold back a smile. Zhang Han was shy, and his little face was flushed.

Song Yang couldn't bear it anymore, smiled and rubbed Zhang Han's messy hair when he was lying down, turning his already messy hair into a chicken coop.

It still looks good, Song Yang couldn't help thinking, Zhang Han looks good no matter what, even if his hair is messed up like a chicken coop.

"Come on, I'll take you to find something to eat."

"However, there are barren hills everywhere, and there is no trace of people's habitation at all. How could there be shops or restaurants?" Zhang Han's big eyes were full of doubts.

Song Yang giggled, "Little fool, who said you have to shop or eat in restaurants?"

"Ah?" Zhang Han rubbed his head, even more confused.

"Don't worry, just follow brother." Song Yang pulled Zhang Han's hand slightly, and the two walked a little faster.

The snow in front of him was relatively thin, and Zhang Han's body had recovered a bit, so he had no problem keeping up with Song Yang's speed.

Song Yang walked in front, stepping on the fluffy snow. Zhang Han followed Song Yang, step by step, and his feet landed on the place where Song Yang had just stepped on. Song Yang explored the road ahead of time, just for Zhang Han It can save some effort, and it will not step on the ground or step on dangerous things under the snow.

Song Yang seemed to know the topography of these mountains very well, even he himself was surprised. Could this be another ability setting of Shangguan Huang that the system hadn't told him - survival in the wilderness?

After walking for too long, Song Yang dragged Zhang Han to the shore of a lake.

The lake was frozen due to the extremely low temperature, and the ice was covered with a thick layer of snow. If Song Yang hadn't reminded Zhang Han that there was a big lake in front of them, Zhang Han hardly realized that there was a lake in front of them.

The surface of the lake and the place were covered with snow, and there was no difference in appearance. Zhang Han asked in bewilderment, "How do you know that there is a lake in front of you?"

Song Yang stretched out his hand to wipe off the fine beads of sweat on Zhang Han's red face, "Look," he swept away the snow on both sides with his shoes.

Zhang Han saw clearly that the ground under the snow was not the ground, but a thick layer of ice like a mirror.

Zhang Han subconsciously took half a step back, obviously a little scared.

Song Yang sent Zhang Han to the shore with a smile, and told him that the lake was too dangerous, so let him rest on the shore and wait for him.

"What about you, it's dangerous for you to go to the lake, what if the ice cracks?" Zhang Han asked worriedly.

"Don't worry," Song Yang patted his chest, "With my physical fitness, if I fall into the lake, I'll be swimming in winter."

Zhang Han thought it was the same, so he felt relieved. He was still sick and didn't have much strength, so he wouldn't go to the lake to hold Song Yang back.

Song Yang was afraid that Zhang Han would move, so he carefully picked up a bunch of branches, summoned the fire with both hands, and started a fire.

Song Yang wanted Zhang Han to have a good rest, so he moved a flat stone, swept off the snow on it, and lit a fire with his hands to roast the stone. The coldness of the stone dissipated and became warm. Song Yang then pulled Zhang Han and made him sit on a rock to rest.

Song Yang stroked Zhang Han's little head, "Hey, just be patient, in 10 minutes, I'm sure you'll be able to eat fresh and delicious grilled fish."

Zhang Han wanted to do something for Song Yang. Hearing this, he quickly got up, "I, I'll break branches for you to make fishing rods."

Song Yang held back a smile and pushed Zhang Han back, and said handsomely: "The fishing rod is too low, I never use a fishing rod when fishing."

"Oh..." Zhang Han nodded in confusion, "Then, then I'll dig earthworms for you and make bait for you..."

Song Yang laughed and said, "Little fool, I don't even need a fishing rod, what do I need earthworms for?"

"Oh..." Zhang Han looked a little gloomy when he heard the words. He felt that he was really useless. Song Yang came all the way to save him. When he fell from the sky, Song Yang used his body to protect himself in his arms. He was sick. Song Yang lit a fire to keep himself warm. He was hungry, so Song Yang brought him here to find something to eat without saying a word...

As a result, I couldn't even do a little help.

Careful Song Yang caught the flash of distress on Zhang Han's face, and immediately understood that Zhang Han wanted to be nice to himself, but he didn't know what to do, so he was sad.

Song Yang felt as if he had eaten honey in his heart, and Zhang Han's expression could make him happy for a long time.

"Oh!" Song Yang suddenly showed an uncomfortable expression.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Han immediately asked with concern.

"I..." Song Yang was about to say something, deliberately showing a little embarrassment.

"No, just tell me if you have something to say, there is nothing you can't say about our relationship." Zhang Hansheng was afraid that Song Yang was not feeling well, so he looked at Song Yang with a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"My shoes are soaked, it's uncomfortable to wear like this..." Song Yang lowered his head shyly, his acting skills were quite natural.

"It's okay, it's okay, take off your shoes quickly, and with this fire, I'll dry them for you." Zhang Han smiled a little.

"This, what an embarrassment, I'm afraid that my feet will smell bad, and you will be smelly..."

"What's the matter, haven't you never disliked me?"

"Take it off quickly." Zhang Han ordered, his tone quite severe.

"Okay, okay..." Song Yang pretended to be extremely embarrassed and took off his shoes.

"Take off the socks, too."

"This, what an embarrassment..." Song Yang could act quite realistically even when his face turned red.

"There's so much nonsense here." Zhang Han stretched out his hand and helped Song Yang take off his socks.

Song Yang's face turned red up to the ears, this time he was really embarrassed, it wasn't from the show.

While drying Song Yang's shoes and socks, Zhang Han quietly smelled the surrounding air.

Strange, obviously there is no smell at all.

That's natural. As a male pig's feet in Mary Su's world, how could the system allow such un-Mary Su things like foot odor to happen.

It's already quite human not to impose the fragrance of green grass on Song Yang's feet.

The author has something to say:

I searched on the Internet, and said that a fever is a situation where there is a moment of chills, a moment of fever, a moment of hot compress, and a moment of cold compress...

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