Chapter 99 You also fell into the ditch
While they were fighting, Feng Aoqing suddenly missed a step and fell backward. She wanted to reach out and grab the grass around her, but the grass could not bear her weight, and she finally rolled down the grass slope.
I fell several meters but didn’t land on the ground. Is it so deep?
Feng Aoqing panicked and quickly inserted the dagger in his hand into the mountain wall to cushion the impact.
After sliding for an unknown distance, the knife hit a protruding rock and slipped out of Feng Aoqing's hand. Feng Aoqing rolled to the ground and fainted.
Before landing, I felt a flash of light.
She didn't know how long she was unconscious until the water fell on her lips.
She licked her lips.
Someone called out softly, "Feng Aoqing! Feng Aoqing! Wake up! Wake up!"
Feng Aoqing opened her eyes slightly. There was a small beam of light beside her. With the help of this light, she saw a familiar face.
This face...
"Are you COSing your battle-damaged makeup, Han Lang?" Feng Aoqing felt a little dizzy. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, so he said while panting.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Where are you hurt? Tell me quickly!" Han Lang didn't know what she was talking about.
Feng Aoqing shook her head and checked herself first. The muscles in her right hand holding the knife were strained, and there were many abrasions on her body. She was hit by stones in several places, but she did not hit her head and had no bone injuries.
So she wanted to sit up, and Han Lang hurried to help her.
"Ah!" Both of them groaned at the same time as the pain was felt in their bodies.
"It's not battle-damaged makeup! It's really damaged!" Feng Aoqing took another closer look and realized that the bloodstains on his face were not paint.
"What do you think?" Han Lang rolled his eyes at her.
"So, you fell into the ditch too! Hahahaha..."
Han Lang looked at her with disgust and asked, "Did you hit your head?"
Feng Aoqing shook her head.
"What about other places?"
Feng Aoqing shook her head again: "It was just a few bumps, it's okay."
"But why did you roll down?" Han Lang asked puzzledly.
"Come out to relieve yourself, then roll into the ditch."
"ah?!"
"And you?"
"The people you met are from the same group as Jixia. " Han Lang's eyes turned cold.
He killed one group and then met this group. He was injured and rolled down the slope. After waking up, he saw the height of the slope and knew that he could not climb up. So he walked along the bottom of the slope and met Feng Aoqing.
Feng Aoqing looked at him.
"You are really working hard for the eldest princess!" Feng Aoqing said with a smile.
"I..." Han Lang wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know how. There were some things he couldn't say to Feng Aoqing.
"You are so strong, why don't you kill them all? Otherwise I wouldn't have rolled down." Feng Aoqing continued to tease him.
Han Lang then realized that these people didn't know that he had rolled down the slope and thought he had escaped forward, so they chased him and accidentally ran into the camp of the exile team.
"Didn't Mo Beiyuan take action? Is it still your turn?"
"I'm the main force, don't you know!"
She told Han Lang what happened.
Han Lang felt as if his heart was stabbed by a knife, which was more painful than the wounds on his body. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. He only spit out a dirty word.
"Just wait! They will come down the ditch to rescue us at dawn." Feng Aoqing said firmly.
Han Lang actually believed it.
He leaned against the stone wall, breathing heavily.
In a blink of an eye, Feng Aoqing had already gone into the space to recheck her body and treat her wounds.
She took out two burgers and handed one to Han Lang.
Han Lang was no longer surprised and was really hungry, so he took it and started to eat it.
Feng Aoqing noticed that he caught something with his left hand, so his right hand must have been injured.
"I'll help you check after you finish eating."
"Yeah, I'm done eating."
"ah?!"
"I'm hungry."
He finished eating before Feng Aoqing even started eating.
So she handed over the one she had just peeled.
Han Lang didn't hesitate and started eating voraciously again.
Afraid that he would choke, Feng Aoqing took out a bottle from the space and filled it with spiritual spring water for him to drink.
The valley was too dark, and the two relied on the flashlight in Han Lang's hand.
Seeing the flashlight, Feng Aoqing suddenly thought of "Feitianyao".
She asked Han Lang: "I have 'Feitianyao', can I use it?"
Her consideration was that this thing could attract Mo Beiyuan as well as the enemy.
If Mo Beiyuan and the others couldn't get down the slope, and the enemy was already at the bottom, then given Han Lang's condition, the two of them would have no choice but to die.
Sure enough, Han Lang also had such concerns and shook his head at her.
Feng Aoqing took the flashlight from Han Lang and began to help him check his wound.
"It's too dark. I need to get a brighter light."
"No need, my injury is fine. I'll wait till dawn to see if the light is just a ghost lamp."
"Well, put it out then! As soon as it's daybreak, I'll help you with your wounds. Right now, the most important thing for us is to conserve our energy and wait for them to come and rescue us. Don't be afraid if they don't come, I can walk. At daybreak, I'll check the terrain and find a way to leave."
Feng Aoqing seemed to be encouraging him, and also encouraging herself.
"Well, as long as we have food and water, we can get out." Han Lang replied.
With the help of that little moonlight, she looked at Feng Aoqing, who was also looking up at the moon, her eyes full of determination and courage.
"Is your face dirty?" Feng Aoqing suddenly looked at him and asked.
"ah?!"
"I'm talking about your face."
"Face is more important than life?"
"Face is not important. You have to ask the eldest princess. I'm very curious, are you her mistress? A concubine?"
"Feng Aoqing!" Han Lang said angrily.
"Ah~! I see, there's a saying about mistresses here too!"
"Don't talk nonsense! The princess is my savior, I'm just her guard, nothing more!"
"Oh, if it's not, then it's not! Why are you so anxious? Does it hurt?"
It doesn't hurt that I'm still injured, but it's better than you making me so angry that my blood vessels burst! Han Lang muttered in his heart, but he only dared to mutter in his heart.
"I think your last name should be 'Crazy', like a madman's madness."
Feng Aoqing was not annoyed, she just laughed and said, "Tell me your story, tell whatever you can."
Ten years ago, fifteen-year-old Han Lang fell seriously injured and was picked up by the eldest princess. After recovering from his injuries, he never left her. From that day on, he forgot everything that happened before. He only had memories of the past ten years.
It's that simple. In order to repay his gratitude, he has always been guarding the eldest princess and has made a lot of efforts in the fight for the throne.
"He has lost his memory!" Feng Aoqing sighed.
After finishing the story, the two were speechless for a while. Feng Aoqing's head slowly fell on Han Lang's left shoulder, her breathing rhythm changed, and she fell asleep.
"You know my right hand is injured, so you sit on the left!" Han Lang couldn't help but smile.
He endured the pain on his forehead and looked at her sideways. The moonlight fell on her thick eyelashes that trembled slightly, and his heart began to beat "boom boom".
Unable to hold back, he lowered his head and touched her hair.
"Feng Aoqing, from now on, I will only call you Feng Aoqing." He murmured, and then closed his eyes.
With her by my side, the pain doesn't seem so painful anymore!
She should believe what I said about my relationship with the eldest princess!
It’s better to believe it.
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