043 Look at the many pieces of 'meat'
If the poison of the miasma is not detoxified, there is no way Eleven can take her mother away, unless she comes to get spring water regularly like him, but she thinks she does not have this ability, and after all, this is not a long-term solution.
"If I can develop an antidote to the poisonous miasma, I will share it with you."
At night, Pingyang Hou unexpectedly developed a high fever due to the injury.
It was very cold in the Forest of Desire, and there was no place to find branches to light a fire, but he was also very afraid of the cold.
Eleven could only get the commonly used medicine for injuries, but there was nothing he could do for other ailments.
Only a clean handkerchief was taken out from his arms, but it was the one he gave her last time.
Soak it in water and apply it on his forehead.
He opened his burning, bloodshot eyes and pointed at the remaining half of the spring water. His throat was so dry that he was hoarse. "Keep this water, don't use it again."
Shiyi really didn't understand. Since he hadn't been poisoned by the miasma of the Albizia Julibrissin Forest, why should he care so much about this little water? Is water more important than life?
Meeting his eyes, there was no room for negotiation in his eyes.
Eleven shook his face away angrily and stuffed the bamboo tube again, "Since water is more important than life, I will burn you to death and knock you down."
She scolded her, but she vaguely felt that maybe there were important people around him who needed this water, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.
Who in the world doesn’t have someone they want to cherish?
If it were her mother who needed the water, she would do the same.
In response to her harsh words, he just smiled lightly and said, "Thank you."
The corner of Eleven's mouth twitched slightly as a reply. The strange relationship between them made even the word 'thank you' feel awkward and inappropriate.
She didn't want him to die just because there were things she didn't understand that needed him to answer. If she figured them out, she might kill him without hesitation.
At least, that's what she thinks now.
Perhaps it was because of the curse of her words that in the second half of the night, he had an even worse fever, was confused and completely unaware of what was going on.
He called out someone's name in a low voice.
Shiyi listened carefully for a while before she heard clearly that his name was "Qingqing."
Thinking of him saying that he likes the name of Chishui Sword, Chishui Qingyi.
His heart moved slightly. Could it be that his sweetheart's name was Qingqing?
In this case, if he didn't give this sword to his sweetheart Qingqing, why would he leave it to her?
He rubbed the already dry handkerchief again and again, looking at Shuoshuo who was shivering from the cold, and finally took it back into his arms, unbuttoned his clothes, lay down next to him, and hugged him tightly.
He muttered silently: "I am not your lover Qingqing, nor am I interested in you, nor am I throwing myself into my arms, but I just don't want you to die here."
He was ignorant, but as if he had feelings, his body froze slightly, his eyelids slowly opened, and he saw clearly the petite person lying on his chest. He took a breath, and his red eyes gradually sank, like ink. Like charcoal without any light, he slowly closed his eyes again and remained motionless.
She was very tired after reading eleven books, so she lay on top of him. In addition to the unresolved smell of blood, there was also a faint cool floral fragrance of white magnolia in her breath.
She took a deep breath, as if she was back in her previous life, with the cold bluestone floor and her eyes blurred by blood. She could only see the corners of a moon-white robe and smell the coolness of the white magnolia. The flowers are fragrant.
He also loved Baiyi. Did they really know each other when she was alive? Or could he be the last person she saw before her death?
I looked up at his masked face. After a while, tiredness came over me. I closed my eyes and sighed softly. I couldn't remember the past, so what could I do if I saw his face?
When she fell asleep, his long eyelashes flickered, his eyes slowly opened again, he lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's white jade orchid petal-like face tenderly, and whispered softly, "Qingqing." "He couldn't look anywhere else, until another high fever syncope made him lose consciousness.
I don't know how long it took, but Eleven woke up faintly. She felt eyes above her head resting on her, and she looked up.
I saw Pingyang Hou Zheng looking at her quietly, but he didn't know when he woke up.
When he saw her eyes open, he raised his lips and smiled.
She yawned, half-lidded her sleepy eyes, and reached out to touch his forehead without thinking.
Stretching out his arm, he found that his arm was actually bare.
I was startled for a moment before I realized that I had taken off my clothes to keep him warm last night...
Although her body was still very thin at this time, she had also grown a lot. There were two small but round and tall steamed buns on her chest. They were not just two hot peppers when she first arrived in the Snake Country. Small 'boobs'.
In an instant, her face turned red, and she quickly grabbed the clothes wrapped around her body, wrapped her body tightly, and stared at him. He had already taken a step ahead and politely turned his face away, not to look at her more.
Even so, he couldn't really keep away. Her young body fell into his eyes.
He avoided it just because he didn't want to embarrass her.
Eleven had been hugged and kissed by him before, but this time she had to take off her clothes to keep him warm.
I was ashamed and annoyed, but I could only blame myself for being so poor that I woke up later than him. I glanced at him secretly and said, "Hey, don't think too much. I definitely didn't throw myself into someone else's arms." the meaning of."
He smiled lowly and turned back, "I didn't want to go anywhere else."
There was a lump in Eleven's throat. The more he explained, the darker he became. He became a little angry. Suddenly he felt that his body was a little different from last night. He turned around and saw that the wound on his chest had scabbed. His recovery ability was good, so it was nothing. Strange.
The difference is...
Eleven eyes wandered around him, and their eyes finally settled on his left chest.
He chuckled and said: "The general said he had no intention, but in the blink of an eye he stared at the man's chest. What's the matter?" He pulled the clothes and put them on with difficulty, then smiled and said: "Have you seen enough? ?”
"Look, I don't have a piece of your flesh." Eleven grabbed his collar and refused to let him pull him away. He stretched out his other hand to caress his left chest.
He suddenly stretched his arms around her waist, and his voice became ambiguous, "If you really want to be with me... I would be happy to accompany you."
Eleven glanced at him and pushed him away.
He touched the wound and groaned in pain.
Eleven held him down, touched his chest a few times with her hands, and said strangely, "Where's the dragon?"
"What dragon?" A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
"Yinglong." She clearly remembered that there was a green dragon with wings tattooed on his bulging chest muscle on the left side. He said it was Yinglong.
But now, apart from the staggered wounds, there are no dragon tattoos on his chest.
"I'm afraid you've seen it wrong." His eyes became more playful.
"Impossible." Eleven looked at his chest again and again without giving up, but no matter how she looked, she couldn't see the dragon.
His brows slowly furrowed, could it really be an illusion?
Yesterday, the iron piece was deeply embedded in his chest. When it was taken out, it was cut much larger so as not to hurt his heart.
Last night, although the bleeding was temporarily stopped, healing is not that easy.
After the two of them struggled like this, blood seeped out again.
The bloody bandage had dried and hardened, and was stained with new blood again.
He was bare-chested, not as elegant and elegant as usual, but his strange mask made him look more coquettish, tough and handsome in a different way.
Shiyi looked at it like this and was stunned unconsciously.
Regardless of his appearance, he is already so handsome. I really don’t know how many women will lose their hearts to him in this life.
It was the first time she looked at him like this since she ran away with her mother and met him.
There was a smile in the corners of his eyes, and his eyes seemed affectionate and yet ruthless. He raised his hand and touched her face gently, his movements elegant and gentle.
Cold fingertips were scratching her skin, and she suddenly woke up, what was she doing?
Eleven lowered his eyelids, untied the bandage on his chest, and applied heavy medicine to his wound.
Of course I don't want him to die now, but he is the one who slaughtered her whole family. When everything is figured out, he will eventually have to pay with his blood. You must not have any other thoughts towards him, even if it is attraction.
He slipped his fingers and looked at her with a smile. He didn't mind that she hated him, even if she hated him so much that she wanted to bite his bones, he was willing, as long as she had him in her empty memory.
Before, he had not thought about how to make her remember him, but Madam Yue's arrangement actually helped him.
"I heard that you are going to enter the Black Tower."
"Well." Eleven raised her eyes and glanced at him. He was quite attentive and even cared about the actions of this little dead slave. "You should pray that I die inside, so that you can have one less person." Opponent." He didn't kill her before because she was too weak to be mentioned, but it will be different after coming out of the black tower.
He smiled abruptly, "If you die, who will accompany me to get rid of that thing on the couch." If it hadn't been for that arrow and killed more of the Black Tower guards, wouldn't it have been easier for her to pass the test?
Eleven opened his mouth slightly and said this again. Is he really the bastard on the road to hell?
If it was really him who allowed her to be reborn with such a fate, should she thank him or hate him?
"Who are you?"
"Marquis Pingyang of Northern Yan."
Of course she knew that he was Marquis Pingyang, she was referring to other identities, "I'm not referring to this."
His eyes were dark and deep, making it impossible to see through. He smiled and said, "Who else do you think it could be?"
Warm blood dripped onto her hand, and she looked down.
He is just a mortal and can be injured or die.
And that person... flashed through his mind, the overwhelming scene on the Underworld Road, which made people breathless.
It is definitely not something that a mere mortal can have.
impossible……
It is impossible for such a person to be injured or die like him.
More and more blood was pouring out of his wound. She didn't dare to delay any longer and remained silent.
There wasn't much medicine left, so she simply poured it all into his wound and put on a new bandage. Fearing that he wouldn't be able to withstand the torment on the way back, she tore off the hem of his inner clothes and tore his chest. Wrap the breast tightly, wrap it around the back, and tie it into a knot.
The familiar faint and cold fragrance of white magnolia flowers emanated from his body.
The eleven fingers stopped, which were the remaining vague memories after she woke up.
Perhaps it was because of this familiar smell that she didn't want him to die.
Suddenly she stretched out her arms and hugged him from behind. His waist was narrow and strong. The strange contact between the man and the woman made her heart skip a beat.
(Pingyang Hou has taken off his clothes. You can’t watch them in vain. Give one to Little Pink. Hehe~~~ It may be that his belly has grown too fast recently, and his waist and legs are in pain. It’s hard to sleep at night, and he often suffers from insomnia during the day. My energy level is not very good. I will add more after two days when I feel better. Thank you all.)
