Steel Steam and Flame

The spirit began to dissipate outside of the body, something in the mud was attracting them. Pen·Fun·Ge www.. Consciousness tends to be blank, and when the silt flooded Cassia, his thoughts were completely cut off. Can't think of anything, it seems that both the body and the head have undergone violent operations at the same time, at this moment, it is completely like a machine with broken power, resting here and still.

I don't know how long it took before Cassia felt someone calling him and someone shaking his body with great power, almost like a push.

There was also the feeling of a slippery hand on his face, which was very cold. It was a small palm that touched Cassia's face lightly.

"Mr. Cassia! Mr. Cassia!" This seemed to be Julian's voice. With the ever-increasing push, the cold touch on his face slipped from the cheeks to the upper part of the bridge of the nose, and then gently touched the card. West Asia's eyes.

It wasn't until this time that Cassia's confused consciousness finally became clearer, and the power on his eyelids was the first to return. He tried to mobilize his strength, even if he had a severe headache, he still wanted to see the world covered by his eyelids.

So when the eyes opened, the dazzling sunlight shone in from the car window and completely entered Cassia's eyes. With a strong burning sensation, Cassia wanted to open the cross pupils immediately, but the instinct in his body made him subconsciously stop such thoughts. It wasn't because Julian and Taranto were beside him. At this moment, he didn't think about the mental energy of these things. It was just a physical instinct that originated from not knowing where, and made him feel that it was absolutely inappropriate to do that, and there might be something uncontrollable.

The pupils contracted tightly afterwards, a brief dazzling white light appeared in the eyes, and then the respiratory system seemed to return to normal, just like the drowning man who was rescued at the last moment, his mouth opened and began to **** around greedily. How fresh air.

At this time, Cassia finally regained consciousness completely. The sound of the train moving fast on the rails was able to tremble his eardrums normally. The shouts of Julien and Taranto could also be transmitted into Cassia’s ears and accepted Processing of the head.

The touch of the small palms on the bridge of the nose is still there, but the owner of those small hands is no longer in Cassia's eyes. His forehead and body were already full of sweat, and the short-sleeved clothes that I wore in summer were also very wet. The uncomfortable feeling attached to the body was then transformed into electrical signals and fed back to Cassia, who was pale and waxy.

The nausea in the stomach pouch was quickly suppressed by Cassia, and his breathing gradually returned to steady. The heart rate is also returning to normal. With his head buried, he did not let the sun shine in his eyes, and Taranto on the side hurriedly closed the thick curtain.

After passing the paper towels, Cassia wiped the sweat on his forehead, breathing was a little short, but compared to the state just now, it was much better.

Julien and Taranto did not speak now, but silently watched Cassia, who was wiping his sweat with his head, waiting for his recovery.

"What's the matter?" Cassia finally raised his head, his face began to crumble a little, "You know what I'm talking about."

He glanced outside the window and looked at the intensity of the light to determine that it was about ten in the morning. After he had been asleep for so long, Cassia clenched his fists, and every inch of muscle in his body was loosened, not tight, and there was no strength at all. At this moment, there was another golden phantom in his head. It seemed to be something. He thought it was very important, but he couldn't remember it at all.

"We don't know the specific situation. It may be that Mr. Cassia you have a nightmare?" Julian said tentatively, "When we woke up in the morning, Mr. Cassia was still in good condition. Breathing smoothly and face complexion. Ruddy. But I don’t know why. After more than an hour, I found that you sweat a lot. I thought it was a high temperature, so I adjusted the wind on the air circulation system, but it didn’t seem to have any effect. Later. I saw your chest rise and fall quickly, but your breathing became more and more steady, even close to nothing, so we tried to wake you up."

"But Mr. Cassia, you slept too much, almost like a sick sleep. It seemed to be an acute illness. You kept sweating and couldn't wake up. So we called the crew doctor on the train. Then, with the help of a few other passengers, rubbing their heads and splashing cold water on your face, it finally woke you up." Taranto added, and Julian spoke a lot, panting. Look like.

"Mr. Cassia, seeing your body is so strong, this kind of thing shouldn't happen." Julian asked with some concern. Although he was a little rushed on the way, even his body could be completely carried down. It is impossible for Cassia around him to have any problems with his health.

Shaking his head, Cassia continued to rub her temples, feeling that her strength was recovering a little bit, "Maybe a little uncomfortable, mentally nervous, and I had a nightmare after falling asleep." I don't want to talk about this problem anymore, Cassia After saying this, I feel that my physical strength is very reluctant.

Then the space around Cassia fell into silence, and there was also a groggy atmosphere inside the train. Whispering sounds occasionally, but that is also what the passengers say when they buy food at noon.

The food on the train is much better than that on the small airship, and it tastes good. Cassia's stomach pouch was empty, and the scent penetrated into his body, but he didn't let him take a few more bites. I don’t know where the vomiting is coming from, and there is a taste of various seasonings in my mouth, but Cassia just feels like chewing sand. So after taking a few mouthfuls, I put down the knife and fork, and the delivered juice was drunk, because it didn't have to stay in the mouth for too long, and it slipped down the throat.

"I'll walk around in the other carriages, and when I put it back on the plate, help me clean up." Cassia said to Julian who was eating properly. Standing up, the bones on his body crackled, as if he had experienced some strenuous exercise.

"Go~www.ltnovel.com~Go. Mr. Cassia, adjust your status. You still have to direct our mission." Julian nodded, murmuring in his mouth, the food here Very much with his appetite.

The train was filled with the smell of food. Cassia looked at the front of the train, turned around and walked back after thinking about it. Yesterday the little girl was eating noon food, her small body was sitting upright, just like well-trained people like Cassia and others, it has become an instinct in life. But there is also a clear difference between the two. Girls who are eating are more inclined to sit upright in terms of etiquette.

The girl's body is still developing, and her face retains a childishness, and she is also a little thin. It is not beautiful, but a lovely appearance at this age. The windbreaker is half-fit, wearing a white dress, canvas shoes on the feet, pink like socks. Holding a silver knife and fork in his hand, he lowered his head and ate the food on the plate little by little, and a few strands of hair fell down and it was very long.

At this moment, the girl raised her head and looked at Cassia who had just walked past. There was a light in her eyes, and she wanted to stop Cassia, but the words did not come out.

Cassia had already stepped away and came to the intersection with the next car, where there was a place for passengers to breathe. Several people are smoking there. (To be continued.)