Bang!

The world was spinning and he felt dizzy. He didn't know how long he had been rolling before he finally hit a tree trunk. Ling Che's body shook violently and he spread his hands weakly and passed out.

In his arms, Yun Jiao was knocked out and rolled a circle and a half.

I feel dizzy!

She clenched her hands, supported herself on the ground, and tried to suppress the discomfort in her head. She looked up at the person next to her...there was almost no intact part of her body.

His clothes were torn to shreds by the thorn branches, and his face, neck, and hands were all covered with cuts of varying lengths and depths. The old wound on his shoulder was filled with blood, and the wound on his back had stained his clothes through.

The red of the blood formed an extreme contrast with the paleness of his face!

After rolling down from such a high place, she was not seriously injured except for feeling a little dizzy and having some minor injuries.

He protected her.

He took all the injuries.

Yun Jiao looked at him with a complicated look.

He sold weapons to powerful officials in the Western Regions, provoked war in the Western Regions, and imprisoned and forced her many times. He was so evil that he made people hate him so much.

But there is such a person who saves her and protects her.

She suddenly couldn't understand what kind of person he was? What did he want to do? Was he both good and evil?

Not far away, in the woods, there came a 'swish' sound.

It seems to be footsteps!

The assassins are chasing us!

Yun Jiao's heart tightened. Without having time to think, she hurriedly grabbed Ling Che's arm, put it on her shoulders, and carried him on her back with difficulty.

Fortunately, she has been jumping around and planting rice since she was young, so she is quite strong.

He carried him on his back and as he walked, he picked up the trampled grass with the tips of his shoes and walked over it, making it impossible for anyone to find his traces and thus concealing his whereabouts.

The woods are deep.

Covered with thorns.

Yun Jiao didn't know where he was going, he just knew that he would be caught and die.

After walking for about three quarters of an hour, he was sweating all over and his legs were so weak that he could hardly walk. He finally found a small cave covered with grass and very hidden. He went in with Ling Che on his back and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Ling Yunche?”

Without resting, he knelt down beside him and checked his injuries:

"Ling Yunche, wake up!"

He patted his pale face, untied his belt, took off his clothes, turned him over, and saw that the sword had stabbed him deeply in the back. He then rolled down the hillside, and the flesh around the wound was smashed.

It was a bloody mess, shocking to the eye.

Yun Jiao tore off the hem of her skirt, wrapped it around it a few times to stop the bleeding, and then went outside to look for herbs to stop the bleeding.

Go back into the cave and deal with it for him.

When it was done, it was already evening.

The forest was deep, with only the sound of animals running by. It was extremely quiet and eerily empty. She did not dare to light a fire for fear of being followed by assassins. After finding some wild fruits to fill her stomach, she leaned against Ling Che and fell asleep exhausted.

It was late and cold, and the night in the woods was even colder.

It is common to see no sunlight in the caves, and it is as cold as deep winter.

Her body naturally leaned against him, clinging to him tightly, hugging him for warmth.

When Ling Che woke up, it was the middle of the night. It was pitch dark and all around him was quiet and cold, except for a touch of warmth in his arms.

He endured the pain and weakness all over his body and took out the fire starter with trembling hands.

Rub and burn.

Snap——

A tiny flame jumped out, and the woman's dirty face came into his eyes. She was tired and weak, curling up her body tightly, shivering slightly with the cold, like a pitiful kitten, constantly burrowing into his arms.

It makes people feel pity and love.

He suddenly chuckled, lying on his side, hugging her tightly:

"You are you, your mother is your mother, after your mother dies, I will treat you well!"