Snow is falling heavily.
Dark sky, silent night.
The snowflakes, with a biting chill, fell on the person lying motionless on the snow, as if they wanted to bury him there.
On the lying person, there was a chubby little bird. It was desperately grabbing the person's clothes and flapping its wings anxiously.
If only it were a person.
At least this way I can pick up the boy in the snow, prevent him from being buried by the snowflakes, and prevent him from lying in this dirty and bloody place.
But it's just a bird.
Xiao Xu has lived two lives, and he has never longed as much as he does tonight, longing to be a human being.
It didn't want to leave for a moment, and was even more afraid that if it went to look for the villagers, it would only see cold and stiff corpses.
“Chirp.”
It flew onto Shen Yanjin's shoulder, rubbed his pale and bloodless face with its furry feathers, and its eyes turned red.
He no longer reached out to touch his feathers as he used to.
No, we can't give up even if there is a glimmer of hope.
Xiao gritted his teeth, pecked the other person's cheek, and planned to go look for him.
It couldn't guarantee that the villagers would come, nor could it guarantee that the villagers would dare to enter after seeing the tragedy that had happened to Shenjia Village. It just didn't want the only person it missed in the world to die alone in this cold snowy night.
At this moment, Xiao Xu's mind was confused. He didn't know that Shen Yanjin would not die so easily, nor did he know that this was just one of Shen Yanjin's disasters.
As Xiao Xu flew to the door, he was suddenly grabbed by a warm hand. He turned around with his body stiff, and saw Liu Qianfo's evil face with the same smile on its face.
He raised his eyebrows and said something that it would never forget.
He said, "What are you going to do? Your master will be worried when he wakes up and can't see you."
As soon as these words were spoken, a wave of emotion stirred in Xiao Xu's inner world. His anxious little eyes stared at Liu Qianfo, and suddenly became clear.
"Let's go, save the people first."
Liu Qianfo quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee and helped the man up from the snow. The man was so cold that he shivered all over. He couldn't help but think awkwardly: Could this guy be dead?
Then, I felt a faint pulse on the wrist I was holding, and I breathed a sigh of relief. There was still breath, and I could save her.
Two people and one bird entered the bedroom.
Liu Qianfo first changed his outer crane cloak and inner garment, then stuffed the man in the inner garment into the quilt and blew an owl.
"Lord."
A heavy voice came from outside the window.
"Go and bring over all the medicines I brought for healing. Also, tell the others to boil some water."
"Yes, my lord."
…
He stopped on Liu Qianfo's head and watched quietly as he used his internal force to heal Shen Yanjin.
When Liu Qianfo withdrew his hand, he sighed deeply, "Fortunately, it happened in time, and there is still hope for rescue, but this body will not be in good condition in the future."
“Chirp!”
Xiao Xu had never expected that the hero in the book would get sick every winter because of what happened now. It fell to his ear with a melancholy look on its face, its soft fur sticking to his earlobe, and it called in a very low voice.
"Don't worry, if you take good care of it, there's nothing to worry about. It won't die."
Seeing that the little fat boy was sad, Liu Qianfo spoke with a smile, then stood up and lit a new candle, and the candlelight flickered in the dim room.
Xiao Xu spread his wings and embraced the smooth and white neck. It was too cold, and he wanted to warm it up.
This little action made Liu Qianfo pout. Why did he feel a little sad?