It's fun to pretend to be cool for a while, but in reality, others will come to the shore and chase you. Even the riders you saw along the shore might be killers.
Zhao Changhe did not dare to stop, he pulled Cui Yuanyang and ran as fast as he could. He rushed out of the road and saw the fields, then ran directly into the ridge of the fields. After a while, he slipped into a grove, and he was more slippery than a rabbit.
There are no more mountains... Fortunately, there are still many forests in the ancient world. It can be sheltered to the extent that others can't chase you on horseback. There is terrain to use when chasing, and you can take a break.
It was already dusk when we boarded the ship. During the fierce battle and the escape across the river, the sky was not completely dark yet, which shows how short the time was.
But in this short period of time, Zhao Changhe was injured the most since he crossed over. He was kicked earlier and stung underwater. He is still bleeding from his chest, his tattered clothes are bright red, and his face is pale. His condition Extremely poor.
But after crossing the river, have we overcome the most troublesome hurdle?
Zhao Changhe sat tiredly behind a tree, panting hard: "This is so damn unscientific. Why doesn't the poison in his weapons dissipate in water? Isn't he afraid of drinking poisonous water..."
Cui Yuanyang shook his head. She didn't know much about these rivers and lakes, and Zhao Changhe didn't have the time to get to the bottom of it at this time. Seeing that Zhao Changhe had been bleeding and had nothing to bandage, he felt that if he continued bleeding like this, he would lose too much blood and would die without beating...
She paused and said: "You, you are still thinking about this at this time... Also, if you are injured, you should talk less. Talking will affect the wound, but you are so angry that you will talk about it in the future..."
"Ahem." Zhao Changhe coughed dryly: "You don't have to do anything else. You have to pretend to be cool. You don't understand this."
Cui Yuanyang: "..."
"Hey, what do you think about the arrow I just shot? I can give myself a name in the future, just Zilong? My surname happens to be Zhao."
"What and what! You have a good rest!" Cui Yuanyang stomped his feet in anger, while Zhao Changhe just laughed.
There's really nothing we can do about him, but it really hurts to see him look like this.
Thinking about how he cut his own flesh and poured wine on it just now, it was really painful to watch, and his expression didn't change at all. Cui Yuanyang really felt that even the elders in his family were incomparable to the bravery of this man. They were simply not on the same level.
Is this the difference between bandits and rich families?
No, there is only him, Zhao Changhe, in the world.
He is in such a bad state now because he was injured while escorting her... What can I do for him?
Cui Yuanyang bit her lower lip and thought for a while, then turned behind the tree.
Zhao Changhe didn't pay attention to her movements. He was joking verbally, but he was actually using his energy to force poison.
The medicine Cui Yuanyang gave just now only suppressed the toxin from spreading, but did not detoxify it. But the advantage of having internal strength is that poison can be forced out. Everyone on TV can do it, so it makes no sense that it can’t be done when it’s your turn. After all, this Xia Ji Eight Refiners should be regarded as the door magic!
In fact, upon closer inspection, we can see that this toxin is not very powerful. At least it does not seal the throat when it is exposed to blood. It mainly has the effect of corroding and softening tendons. Therefore, the toxicity and permeability are also very average, so it is relatively easy to deal with. Under the stimulation of internal energy, it is almost visible to the naked eye that the toxins in the blood are slowly squeezed and discharged along the wound.
You can even feel that some of the toxins have been directly dissolved by the internal energy and have no effect at all.
It is basically certain that Xia Longyuan's technique has another characteristic: high poison resistance, which will be good news for future travels in the world.
I always feel that the nature of it is more and more like the Nine Suns Divine Skill. Unfortunately, I can't major in this skill at the moment. The so-called age disadvantage... Zhang Wuji has been practicing Wudang Nine Yangs since he was a child.
Forget it, I don't have the time to think about this.
The poison was discharged smoothly, but Zhao Changhe's fatigue became more and more intense.
He was holding on with strong blood just now, and he didn't seem to even feel much pain. In fact, it's not that he is a strong man, but it has something to do with the characteristics of the Blood Evil Technique. It is known that many things can be ignored in the upper state, and the Blood Evil Technique's One of the properties is to put people into this state.
But in the same state as the Blood Fiend, he was particularly prone to fatigue in the past, and he was very tired now.
Not only was he tired, but the pain that he had tried to hold on to the wound that didn't seem to hurt was now beginning to hurt. He had previously thought that the internal injury from being kicked was nothing serious, but now his lower abdomen was also aching.
After entering the water, my whole body was wet and I didn't wipe it off. Now the humidity and coldness started to invade me.
Various states have come.
What's terrible is that the painful negative effects of the Blood Evil Technique also begin to occur due to the high-intensity stimulation technique.
You can endure this pain when you are in good condition, but what about when you are weak?
It was as if all the accumulated debuffs exploded in an instant. When Cui Yuanyang turned around from behind the tree, what he saw was Zhao Changhe, who was already like a god descending to earth in his mind. At some point, he had slipped from his sitting posture and fell to the ground, curled up in a ball and working hard. groaned.
"Brother Zhao!" Cui Yuanyang hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "How are you? I, I still have medicine..."
But when he lowered his head and looked into Zhao Changhe's eyes, Cui Yuanyang was even more shocked. Those eyes had turned bloody without knowing when, and were filled with a crazy and violent aura, as if they were going to pounce on her and tear her to pieces in the next second.
Zhao Changhe, who was in a full-scale negative state, was almost unable to suppress the irrational evil spirit for the first time. Or it could be said that subconsciously he didn't want to suppress it anymore. When he was no longer awake, maybe there would be no pain?
"You..." He maintained his last will and whispered with difficulty: "Stay away from me, the further away the better...I am...very dangerous now..."
"Impossible!" Cui Yuanyang said anxiously: "You are in such a bad state now, and your wounds are still bleeding! How can I leave you alone!"
"It's not a question of whether you can throw me away or not...it's that my skills may cause me to lose my mind, and I can't control it...it won't be me then...stay away, hurry up...uh..."
Cui Yuanyang suddenly pointed at Zhao Changhe's acupuncture points, silencing the rest of his words.
"I really think Yang Yang is stupid!" Cui Yuanyang muttered: "Now you have burned your brain, and you can't even think of me knowing how to do acupuncture?"
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Cui Yuanyang bit her lower lip and began to take off Zhao Changhe's tattered clothes.
Zhao Changhe: "?"
His rational state of confusion was almost so frightened that he woke up. What are you going to do?
The little white rabbit painstakingly peeled off the big black bear's clothes, then blushed slightly and took out a piece of red silk cloth.
Everyone in Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded when they saw the mandarin duck on the cloth strip.
Isn't this your bellyband?
Cui Yuanyang glanced at him. He didn't know whether it was anger or resentment in his eyes. He lowered his head shyly, sprinkled some medicinal powder on Zhao Changhe's wound, and carefully wrapped the bandage made from his bellyband.
This may indeed be the only thing available for bandages at the moment.
"Is it still uncomfortable?" Cui Yuanyang adjusted his clothes again, gently wiped the sweat on his forehead due to the pain, and said softly: "You don't have to carry everything by yourself... Yangyang is not a little person who can only hold things back. Fool."
Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth.
It's true that you can row a boat after all... and your coordination is pretty good. You can throw the rope just as easily as you throw it.
Actually, this girl has quite a lot of potential.
"Now it's my turn to take care of you." Cui Yuanyang selected some more medicine and stuffed it into Zhao Changhe's mouth: "I don't know how to solve the shortcomings caused by your Blood Demon Technique... These are to restore vitality and make up for the blood. If you take the medicine and take a good rest, you should feel much better..."
Then he scratched his head: "I'm not sure, I'm just guessing. Will it be a waste of time or not?"
Zhao Changhe: "..."
I also feel that some of your medicines are aphrodisiacs... Actually, you can relieve my mute point first, really.
Forget it, let’s try the internal energy acupuncture.
The sky finally turned completely dark, and the forest was pitch black. Cui Yuanyang felt a little guilty. The Optimus Pillar that he relied on the most in his heart fell. It was dark and windy at night, and everything around him was scary. But even though he knew that there were people around him looking for him, he didn't even dare to light a fire.
Forget it, let's go find some water for Brother Zhao to drink first.
Cui Yuanyang turned around to leave, and with an "Oops" sound, he hit a tree root on the ground and fell into a rabbit chewing mud.
The rabbit's ears fell forward, and Cui Yuanyang lay on the ground in big letters, sobbing, and the little emotion that he had been holding on to take care of suddenly collapsed.
They are all at the third level of the entrance hall, Yangyang is really useless.
You shouldn't have let him walk on the thorny road, how nice it would be to go see the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River with him... Wuwuwu...
There was a faint voice coming from outside: "Go and take a look in that direction! Zhao Changhe is injured, he must not be able to run far!"
The person finally came here!
Cui Yuanyang suddenly jumped up, rushed over and tried to carry Zhao Changhe on her back to run away, but Zhao Changhe was unexpectedly heavy, and she couldn't carry it for a while.
Zhao Changhe's sigh came from his back: "Mom's mute acupuncture point is finally opened. What are you trying to do here, stinky girl? Quickly untie my acupuncture point and let the war begin!"
