Mo Yufeng was gradually intoxicated by the beautiful voice. After Ma Qingyi finished singing, she turned to look at Mo Yufeng and saw him sitting in silence and in a daze.

Ma Qingyi gently pushed him, and Mo Yufeng came back to his senses and looked at her and said with a smile, "What's the name of this song?"

"Leaning on the railing and listening to the wind!" Ma Qingyi replied.

Mo Yufeng said lightly, "It sounds nice!"

Ma Qingyi smiled and snuggled up to his shoulder.

As the night deepened, Mo Yufeng closed his eyes and Ma Qingyi also fell asleep.

Suddenly Mo Yufeng opened his eyes, and his gaze gradually became cold.

Mo Yufeng gently lifted Ma Qingyi's head, slowly placed it on the ground, pulled her clothes tightly, and turned to walk out of the cave.

Mo Yufeng stood at the mountain pass, listening to the wind. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of him. Mo Yufeng jumped down and started fighting with the black shadow. Mo Yufeng had the upper hand. The black shadow knelt on one knee on the ground, panting, and looked at him.

Mo Yufeng approached her and just stood in front of her when suddenly a black shadow took out a knife and stabbed him. Mo Yufeng dodged quickly. There was a puff of smoke and Mo Yufeng could not see clearly. He frowned and stood there, listening to the footsteps.

Suddenly the wind blew and the smoke was blown away. Mo Yufeng looked around, but the man was gone. His pupils widened as he looked towards the cave. A black shadow was quickly approaching the cave entrance. Mo Yufeng quickly ran over using his lightness skills. The black shadow saw Ma Qingyi still sleeping in the cave, took out a knife and stabbed her. Suddenly, the black shadow passed by and blocked Ma Qingyi.

The knife stabbed into Mo Yufeng's body. Blood was flowing from the corner of Mo Yufeng's mouth, and the blood on his body dripped onto Ma Qingyi's face. Ma Qingyi slowly opened her eyes and saw Mo Yufeng holding her, frowning, his lips pale, and cold sweat on his face.

Suddenly, the person behind Mo Yufeng appeared. The black shadow pulled out the knife, and Mo Yufeng fell on Ma Qingyi. Ma Qingyi looked at Mo Yufeng worriedly, put him on the ground, got up and chased after him.

Mo Yufeng suddenly grabbed her hand and shook his head.

Ma Qingyi glanced at him, broke free from his hand, and turned away.

Mo Yufeng fell to the ground, watching Ma Qingyi's leaving back with his eyes open.

Ma Qingyi picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at the shadow, then jumped up to catch up with her, grabbed her arm, and tore off her mask.

Dai Lianrong!

Dai Lianrong smiled at her surprised expression and shook her off. Ma Qingyi turned over and stood in front of Dai Lianrong who was about to leave. She snatched her knife and pointed it at her with cold eyes. "Today, it's time to settle our accounts!"

Dai Lianrong suddenly burst into laughter. "You won't live long!"

shock!

Ma Qingyi's hand holding the knife suddenly froze. How could she know!

Dai Lianrong walked towards her step by step, looked at her face and said, "The 'medicine' my brother gave you is only to alleviate your illness. Mo Yufeng's blood will not stay in your body for too long. As long as his blood gets hot, you will still die, unless you want Mo Yufeng to keep giving you blood!..." He put his hand on the knife and smiled, "But... are you willing to give it up?"

Ma Qingyi gripped the knife tightly and stabbed Dai Lianrong. Dai Lianrong looked at the bleeding place and said, "I really want to see your blood!"

"Before I die, I will definitely drag you to be buried with me!" Ma Qingyi said coldly.

Dai Lianrong laughed loudly, then suddenly looked at her intently and pushed her away. "These moves were taught to you by Hong Yi, right?"

Ma Qingyi drew out a knife and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

Dai Lianrong suddenly smiled and said, "If you don't save Mo Yufeng, he will die! He took the knife for you!"

Ma Qingyi was stunned for a moment, raised her knife high and tried to stab Dai Lianrong, but Dai Lianrong suddenly blocked her way, pushed her away, and turned to leave. Ma Qingyi was about to catch up with her, but suddenly, Ma Qingyi froze for a moment, frowned, sighed softly, and ran back to the cave. Seeing Mo Yufeng lying on the ground, almost dying, she hurried over to help him up. Looking at his pale face, she anxiously asked, "Mo Yufeng..."

Suddenly opening his hands and seeing his hands covered in blood, Ma Qingyi panicked and said fearfully, "Mo Yufeng, you can't get into trouble!"

He stood up, turned around and left, and ran out to look for herbs. After an unknown amount of time, Ma Qingyi came back staggering with many scars on her body.

Look at the herbs in your hand.

It should be right. It can disinfect and stop bleeding. Ma Xiong told her when she was young. Ma Qingyi took the herbal medicine in her hand and tore it into pieces and applied it to the wound. Looking at Mo Yufeng's painful expression, Ma Qingyi's heart was also tightened. She said, "It will be fine in a while!"

Mo Yufeng squinted his eyes and sat up unsteadily. Ma Qingyi quickly grabbed him and scolded, "Don't move!" As she said that, she tore her clothes into strips and tied them to Mo Yufeng's body. Mo Yufeng looked at her face in a daze, fell on her, hugged her tightly, panted, and kissed her neck gently. Ma Qingyi felt a little itchy, pushed him away, and looked at her angrily.

At this time, he is still thinking about this kind of thing!

Ma Qingyi put him in a clean place, found some clothes to spread on the ground, and then found some more to cover him.

After cleaning up, Mo Yufeng closed his eyes.

Ma Qingyi was sitting next to him when she suddenly felt the wound on her body. She let out a "hiss" sound and looked at the densely packed small wounds on her body. These were scratches she got while climbing the mountain. Ma Qingyi no longer had the strength to pick herbs, so she sat next to him, enduring the pain.

Suddenly, her waist felt tight, and Ma Qingyi fell into Mo Yufeng's arms. Mo Yufeng's even breathing fell on her face. Ma Qingyi looked at him, her face still pale.

Pulling his clothes up, Mo Yufeng suddenly muttered something.

Ma Qingyi came closer and asked in a low voice, "What did you say... say it again"

"...Cold...cold..." Mo Yufeng said with a frown, rubbing against Ma Qingyi's arms.

When Ma Qingyi heard him say he was cold, she quickly covered him with her clothes, reached out and hugged him tightly, and asked softly, "Are you still cold?"

Mo Yufeng didn't say anything. After a long time, Mo Yufeng's complexion seemed to be much better.

Ma Qingyi yawned and closed her eyes. She had been busy all night and now it was almost dawn, so she could only take a break at this time.

As soon as Ma Qingyi closed her eyes, Mo Yufeng opened them, reached out and stroked her face. Looking at the scarred Ma Qingyi in front of him, sadness and heartache appeared in his eyes.

Ma Qingyi felt the warmth on her face, opened her eyes, and saw Mo Yufeng's affectionate gaze. She smiled and said, "Awake?"

Suddenly Ma Qingyi was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and closed her mouth. Why was her voice so hoarse and accompanied by pain? It wasn’t like this just now!

Mo Yufeng was also stunned for a moment, looking at her, and worriedly put his hand on her neck and asked, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Ma Qingyi wanted to speak, but suddenly couldn't. She tried to speak, but couldn't utter a word. She looked at Mo Yufeng anxiously.