"Rhinoceros, you watch Shenzui here, I'll go find him some food."
The canary bird chirped slightly, then became quiet and stayed by Shen Zui's side.
Mu Wan'er dragged her exhaustion and wounds all over her body to the outside of the hall.
It was already dark at this time, the beginning of winter had passed, and it was even more chilly at night.
The outer clothes were taken away and placed underneath Shen Zui, so when Mu Wan'er came out of the palace, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
The cold wind carried a chill and invaded from the body, and the wounds began to sting, but this also made the girl sober up a bit.
Mu Wan'er held a torch in one hand and a wooden stick picked up from the wall in the other, walking into the darkness through the fallen leaves.
The dense forest late at night is like the devil's territory. There are always some chilling sounds, sometimes far and sometimes near.
Every time I set foot, there is the sound of fallen leaves or dead branches being trampled and broken, which merges with the surrounding sounds, and every time it seems to resound in the girl's heart.
For Mu Wan'er, who doesn't have much ability to survive in the wild, it's not easy to find food in this completely unfamiliar dense forest during the day.
Now it is the cold night at the turn of autumn and winter, which is even more miserable.
Her mind, which had been awakened by the cold wind before, began to feel drowsy again. Mu Wan'er braced herself and continued walking.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of gurgling water seemed to be heard in my ears. The girl was suddenly startled, and she was filled with joy.
Even if there is nothing to eat, it would be good to have some water.
Shenzui's current condition probably means she can't eat, so it's okay if she's hungry.
Following the sound of water, Mu Wan'er walked for more than half a mile and finally found a small stream.
She put her hands into the cold stream, and the stinging pain from the wounds made her head clear again.
Just looking at the running water in front of her, Mu Wan'er began to feel worried. She didn't have any container to catch the water.
She had also searched in Taoist temples before, but apart from the dilapidated window lattice and the scarred walls, there was only abandoned yellow paper and thatch on the ground.
Not to mention the water vessels, even the incense burner that was supposed to be enshrined in front of the statue was missing, and even the offering table was torn to pieces.
Mu Wan'er thought for a while and then looked around. Although she was in a wild jungle at such an hour, the girl still had some reserve.
She began to take off her middle coat, revealing the white inner garment. At this moment, the girl's arms were bare and her whole body began to tremble violently.
Mu Wan'er gritted her teeth, placed her middle coat in the stream, floated it a few times, then held it in her hand and ran towards the dilapidated Taoist temple with a torch.
Closer, closer, and finally she saw the hazy outline of the Taoist temple.
"Shen Zui, I'm back."
Seeing that he was still lying peacefully, Mu Wan'er's mental calculations temporarily returned to her stomach.
The hornbill was naturally very happy to see the girl, circling and chirping.
The stream water is cold and cannot be fed directly to Shen Zui.
The important matter of life and death cannot be taken into consideration.
Mu Wan'er picked up the water-stained clothes and twisted them hard with both hands. Water drops flowed into the girl's mouth along the corners of the clothes.
Bit by bit, the cold is biting.
Mu Wan'er shivered several times and almost swallowed the water in her mouth.
"My girl's first kiss is for you. From now on... forget it. It's good if you can survive. I don't expect anything else."
Mu Wan'er thought to herself, her lips, which were white from the cold, slowly moved closer to her drunken face.
Gently, moist, like the softest clouds.
The two lips met, and the warm water slid down the shallow gap between the lips and into the intoxicated mouth.
When Mu Wan'er raised her head again, her heart seemed to jump out of her body, and a thunderous sound rang in her ears.
At this moment, it seemed that the only person in the world was the person in front of him, this man wearing a green shirt with extremely handsome features.
"I won't tell you, and you'll never know."
Mu Wan'er's mouth felt a little lonely that could not be concealed. Immortals and mortals have different paths, and sometimes even life and death cannot bridge such a huge gap.
When Mu Wan'er leaned down again, she was about to give the second mouthful of warm water to Shen Zui. It is not known if he did it intentionally or if he acted unconsciously when he was seriously injured.
He began to greedily ask for it, even though he could only shake his head slightly, but the girl knew that desire in her heart.
Finally he slowly calmed down and lay there quietly. The surrounding area began to become gradually quieter, as if all living things and even the sound of the wind had suddenly disappeared.
At this moment, there is only a man and a woman in the sky and on the earth.
Mu Wan'er stretched out her palm, and the hornbill flew into her hand. It lowered its head and jumped back and forth in her palm, turning its head sideways to look at its owner from time to time.
Maybe half an hour, maybe several hours. Half asleep, Mu Wan'er was awakened by the intermittent and deep voice beside her.
"Cold...cold..."
Mu Wan'er hurriedly knelt down next to Shen Zui and reached out to touch his forehead, which was as hot as burning charcoal.
"I'll light a few more fires, don't be afraid."
The words are soft, like the spring breeze.
In autumn and winter, the easiest things to obtain are dry branches and fallen leaves, and soon more bonfires are lit around me.
These flames almost illuminated the entire hall, like daylight.
The tongues of fire continued to engulf the fallen leaves and dead branches, making a slight crackling sound.
But intoxicated with blood all over his body, he still closed his eyes tightly and kept crying out that he was cold. His face, which was already extremely pale due to blood loss, looked even more haggard.
Mu Wan'er had seen him Lingxu flying in the air, and he had seen him carrying the ancient sword and looking majestic.
But now he was lying on the thatch, so weak and in need of others' care.
Mu Wan'er lowered her head and looked at herself. There was nothing else on her upper body except her inner clothes.
"Just this once."
Mu Wan'er made up her mind and no longer hesitated.
She lay sideways next to Shen Zui, stretched out her delicate hands to take the man in front of her into her arms, and hugged him tightly with both arms.
"It's okay, don't be afraid, you will get better."
Mu Wan'er's chin rested on Shen Zui's head, squeezing him forward as hard as she could.
I don’t know when the tears burst again.
Since Mu Wan'er came to this unfamiliar world, no one has entered her heart like this for a long, long time.
When they first met him, he couldn't help but hurt her shoulder with the scabbard of his sword.
When he saw him again, with tears in his eyes, he stood in front of the soul and bowed down.
"Shenzui, don't die, or I won't let you go."
Over and over again, whispering.
Finally it was dawn.
Warm sunlight shines through the damaged window lattice into the dim hall. The surroundings seemed to suddenly become brighter, and even the bonfire that had been extinguished seemed to be rekindled with life.
"Shen Zui, it's great that you're not dead..."
Mu Wan'er could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.
