(5)
The boy with an arrow wound was bleeding beside the river and lost consciousness. By the time he regained consciousness, it was already midnight. Bai Feng, who had been sleeping for a day, was attracted by the vague warmth in front of him. He slowly opened his eyes. It turned out to be the bonfire swaying left and right in the night sky. He looked behind the fire, and a pair of slender and dark eyes stared at him for a while.
"Are you awake? You're finally awake!" After saying that, the owner of the pair of eyes walked around the bonfire in the middle and came to Bai Feng's side. As he walked past, the clear sound of the swaying copper bells could be heard on his feet.
Bai Feng looked around and found that he was in a tree hole, leaning weakly on the tree trunk. He was wearing his own clothes, and although the arrow wound had been treated, there was still a dull pain. By the flickering firelight, he saw the slender figure following the sound, and remembered that he had seen it before falling asleep. Could it be that this girl saved him? With doubts, Bai Feng fixed his eyes and wanted to catch a glimpse of his benefactor's face.
The girl is smiling. Her eyes are curved like crescent moons, her nose is long and straight, her slender mouth is slightly open, her face is like white jade, and her eyebrows are quite alien, but her black braided hair and eyes are far from those of an alien. After the girl got close to Bai Feng, she tried to take off Bai Feng's clothes. The young man panicked and accidentally opened his wound, moaning in pain.
The girl complained slightly: "Don't move! Let me see the wound!" After hearing this, Bai Feng took off his clothes and let her check and deal with it.
"The wound is almost healed. Fortunately, it only hurt the flesh. If the arrow had been deeper and injured the spleen, it would have been difficult." The girl said after checking the wound.
Bai Feng was secretly grateful: Thanks to the scale armor given by Wu Yi, he blocked the fatal blow. Then while observing his wounds, he asked: "Girl, may I ask you..."
"Me?" The girl seemed to be very interested in this question. After thinking for a moment, she pretended to be profound and said: "I am your destiny..."
Bai Feng was puzzled by this incredible answer. He endured the severe pain and said hesitantly: "What...what fate?"
"Hehe." The girl sat next to Bai Feng, covered her mouth and smiled: "I know what you want to do most right now is to help your sworn sister find her husband to repay her kindness."
Bai Feng looked stunned and said, "How do you know!"
"Because I saw it! Maybe it's because you have no clue about the solution to this matter. So much so that you think about it all day without getting any results, so I can see it very clearly."
"Girl, who are you?"
"Other people say that my mother is a witch, so I should be the daughter of a witch! My name is Murong Yan, what about you?"
"Witch?" Bai Feng said cautiously: "My Majesty Bai Feng, thank you Miss Murong for saving your life." Bai Feng realized that the girl's surname was not Han, so she asked: "Is the girl from Xianbei? But the girl's hair …”
Murong Yan played with her braided hair playfully and said, "My father is Han and my mother is Xianbei."
"I wonder what the 'witch' the girl just said meant?"
"Um..." Murong Yan thought for a moment and then said: "There is a legend among the Xianbei people: There is a group of people among the Xianbei people who are born with the ability to 'psychic', and the bloodline of that group of people is called the 'Witch'." Bloodline'..."
Bai Feng didn't believe this superstitious heresy, but the girl did say something that she had been thinking about day and night but could not find a way to solve.
"Don't you believe it?" The girl looked disappointed and said, "My mother told me this. I didn't believe it at first, until I met you today!"
"Me?" Bai Feng said in surprise.
"My mother told me that if one day I meet someone: when I touch his body for the first time, memories and moments about that person will appear in my mind. That person is my destined person, his Destiny will be closely connected with me from now on. So I will follow him no matter life or death." As soon as she finished speaking, Murong Yan grabbed Bai Feng's left arm with her slender hands and moved her body and face close to him.
Bai Feng subconsciously stretched out his right hand to draw the sword, but found that the sword on his waist was placed far away, and resisted in a panic: "What are you doing!" The young man tried to raise his arm to avoid Murong Yan, which caused severe pain in the wound. Attacked again.
Seeing Bai Feng slumped on the ground, Murong Yan went up to help him stand up with concern, and said softly: "Why are you having such a big reaction! I just want to see clearly what you look like."
"Please, girl, stop telling lies. You and I don't know each other's origins, so it's better to be more cautious..."
"But I really know what you are thinking, how do you explain it!"
"Ha." Bai Feng sneered and said, "I wonder why the girl appears alone in this wilderness?"
"Do you doubt me?" Murong Yan was filled with grief and anger. She walked to the young man's sword and drew it and pointed it at Bai Feng. Tears overflowed from his dark eyes, and he said tremblingly: "You men are not good! Dad knows that my mother will not harm anyone, but he still allowed her to be wrongly accused and died miserably!"
Bai Feng stared at Murong Yan with wide eyes. Her slender body was wearing a green lining and a yellow gauze on the outside, forming a wonderful overlay of colors that perfectly matched it. The girl's brave and heroic posture holding a sword was deeply engraved in the young man's heart and could not be forgotten for a long time, so much so that Bai Feng even forgot that he was being pointed at by others with a sword. When he came to his senses, he hurriedly explained: "Miss Murong, I'm sorry. I really can't convince myself to believe your words."
Murong Yan slowly approached Bai Feng. Suddenly, she brought the sword to Bai Feng's side, rolled up the sleeve of her left hand, showed the scars on her arm that were still dripping blood to the young man, and said sadly: "Do you think you can really survive with those broken scales of yours?" Can you withstand that arrow? Without my blood, your wounds would never be able to recover so quickly!"
Bai Feng picked up the sword and carefully compared the shape of the wound with the blade, and found that they matched perfectly. When he was about to speak, Murong Yan fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and Bai Feng had to drag her injured body to help her into his arms. He examined Murong Yan's wounds and found that the wounds should have ruptured due to excessive emotions. The young man thought in his heart: Although it is difficult for him to accept the so-called 'fate' and 'witch'. But the strange girl in his arms did save his life and revealed his thoughts.
Bai Feng couldn't help but mutter to himself: "How stupid..." He didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or talking about what Murong Yan had done, and then he hugged Murong Yan tighter.
The two hugged each other and rested until dawn. After Murong Yan woke up, she found that she was lying in Bai Feng's arms. She was surprised and happy, so she simply kept lying there until Bai Feng woke up.
For a while, the young man looked sleepily at the sunlight coming in from outside the tree hole, and unconsciously moved his fingers. The touch of the gauze between his fingers, and the warmth coming from under the gauze, reminded him of what happened last night. And this strange girl in his arms.
"Good morning, Brother Feng!" The girl in his arms suddenly raised her head and looked at him. Bai Feng was so frightened that he stood up and threw Murong Yan on the ground, causing Murong Yan to knock her hand and scream in pain.
"You...were you awake just now?"
"Yes, your heart suddenly beat so fast just now! Hee hee." Murong Yan stood up and said maliciously.
Bai Feng's face turned red with embarrassment, from her cheeks to her ears, which turned red due to the surge of blood.
"Looking at how light your movements are, your injury must be almost healed, right?"
"Yes...yes, Miss Murong, where are your injuries?"
"Me?" Murong Yan opened her sleeves, took a look, and said, "I am definitely better than you! Also, from now on, you are not allowed to call me Miss Murong. You have to call me Yan'er. Do you understand? Brother Feng." The girl was talking and getting close to Bai Feng.
"Please...please, girl, stop joking!" Bai Feng lowered his head and said in shame.
Murong Yan put her hands on her waist and asked doubtfully: "Who is kidding you? Who slept with someone else last night? Is it possible that you want to turn your back and deny it?"
"If Bai Feng offends the girl in any way, Bai Feng is willing to cut off one of his arms to apologize!"
"Who wants your arm! What a piece of wood!" After saying that, Murong Yan walked aside angrily and ignored Bai Feng.
Bai Feng had no idea what to do. He just wanted to find the road to the camp quickly, but he had no idea about the road conditions.
Murong Yan said sarcastically: "You want to go back and help your friend? Alas, it's a pity that you don't know the way."
"She must know the way!" Bai Feng said in her heart. Then she faced Murong Yan and said, "Miss Murong, I beg you, please take me to that camp!" The girl did not respond silently. Bai Feng continued: "How can I not understand the girl's thoughts? If the girl really knows the 'spiritual art', she should know that I just want to find my sworn sister's husband and the friends who help me. As for the girl Forgive me for not being able to respond immediately to the girl’s thoughts!”
"Who wants you to respond? Can't you even ask me to follow you?" Murong Yan turned to face Bai Feng and said: "Besides... besides, our relationship is different from ordinary people. It's okay to call her more intimate, right?"
"Of course!" Bai Feng smiled softly and said, "It is Bai Feng's blessing to be able to meet such a close friend as the girl."
"What did you just call me?"
"Yan...Yan'er."
After hearing this, Murong Yan was overjoyed, took the white baggage next to her and started on her way. Bai Feng saw that the baggage smelled of herbs and asked what it was.
"The herbs in the camp have been used up, so I picked some and brought them back." Murong Yan replied.
"So, you are from the camp?"
"Yes, they rescued me from the bandits, so I wanted to do something to repay them. I happened to meet Brother Feng when I was collecting medicine. Maybe, this is fate." As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Yan took Bai Feng's hand and walked through the intricate woods.
Bai Feng allowed her to lead him forward, feeling a strange joy in his heart. At the same time, he kept thinking in his heart: "Fate...luck...?"
