Damn it, you value love over friendship, right?!
Ren Xuan couldn't stand it any longer, so he raised his hand and started to argue: "Why are you barking like a dog here? I saved you out of kindness, but you're repaying me with hatred, right??"
Pei Jiming laughed in anger: "Who asked you to save me?! Did I ask you to interfere?"
Ren Xuan stepped forward and said bluntly: "Stop talking nonsense and bring me the antidote!!!"
Pei Jiming rolled his eyes: "You're fucking fine, why do you need an antidote? My antidote is candy beans? It doesn't cost money, right?!"
Ren Xuan was so choked that he almost swung his knife: "I'm fine? That's because you, a piece of shit, used to poison me every day. I've developed a resistance to your poison!!"
Pei Jiming sneered, "If you hadn't been poisoned by me in that life-and-death battle, would you have survived and gotten off the Dark Ranking? Would you have survived until today?!"
Ren Xuan sneered: "Even if you don't poison me, I can still beat him."
The two stared at each other for several breaths.
The wind blew up poisonous fog, corpses were scattered all over the forest, and there was deathly silence.
No one could tell whether they were arguing or reminiscing.
The argument was in full swing and Pei Jiming was about to curse back when he suddenly heard a light cough.
It’s not Ren Xuan’s.
Pei Jiming immediately gave Ren Xuan a quiet look, and the hidden weapon subconsciously slipped between his fingers.
But Ren Xuan rushed out of the battle group in an instant.
Pei Jiming looked in that direction and saw clearly that in the depths of the forest, the figure under the tree was struggling to hold on to the trunk, and the whole person seemed like he would fall down with a gust of wind.
Pei Jiming: "..."
Pei Jiming's face turned green, and he rushed over, feeling a little guilty: "No, I just controlled the range quite steadily..."
Pei Jiming glanced at the treetops, and the forest wind turned in the opposite direction...
It looked like, should, probably, perhaps, it was - affected by the residual poison he had just released.
Pei Jiming coughed dryly, the poison entered his blood and qi, and his consciousness was about to fade away.
Pei Jiming continued to cough awkwardly: "No... he has no resistance to poison at all?"
Ren Xuan quickly stepped forward and supported the man. He put his palm on the back of the young man's neck and felt that his body temperature had dropped. His brows were furrowed.
He was truly convinced: "You can influence me from such a distance?!"
Pei Jiming raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, and said innocently: "The poison technique is exquisite...it's my fault?"
Ren Xuan ignored him and gently helped the man sit down against the tree: "Shi'an? Can you still hear me?"
The young man didn't respond, but just made a vague "hmm" sound in his throat.
Ren Xuan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Without saying a word, he pulled Pei Jiming over and tossed him around in his arms.
"Hey wait a minute—"
"roll."
“…Okay, okay, okay, okay.”
Looking at Ren Xuan's ashen face, Pei Jiming looked at his nose and his heart, with an expression of "I am air and I don't speak", and silently watched the bottles and jars that he had hidden for half a year being skillfully turned upside down by Ren Xuan.
Ren Xuan knew all the antidotes for the various poisons in Pei Jiming's body.
He watched the other party pull out his most valuable treasure, and finally couldn't help but said weakly: "This poison... It's actually not that serious..."
Ren Xuan raised his head, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
Pei Jiming gave up struggling: "Please, please, if it's not enough, I'll go back and get you a new one."
Ren Xuan ignored him and lowered his head to steady the man. He changed his tone and moved very lightly and steadily.
"Here, drink this. It will be all right soon."
Ren Xuan's voice was very low, completely different from his usual nonchalant appearance.
Pei Jiming watched from the side, coughed, and awkwardly interrupted: "Not fast either."
"This poison wears off slowly, at least half an hour. You can't move, can't use your luck, and it's best not to have too much emotional fluctuation."
Pei Jiming shrugged: "Come back to the dark camp with me first. I have a spare medicine hall and a quiet room over there."
He sighed softly, thinking that he had lost everything today.
···
This secret military camp was built under a cliff behind the mountain. On the surface, it was just a half-collapsed temple, but it actually held a secret.
The temple is dug three meters deep, with nine winding caves, as intricate as a honeycomb.
In a corner of the wing room, Pei Jiming leaned against the door, staring at the shadow of the curtain, and suddenly sighed.
The room in front of him was not big, and could not stand the constant running of people, which disturbed the shadow behind the curtain and made it never quiet.
Boiling water, pouring water, pounding medicine, feeding medicine, Pei Jiming had never seen this guy so diligent in his life.
He had seen Ren Xuan at his most cruel.
That year they were trapped in Zhongzhou, without water or food for three days and three nights, surrounded by crazy pursuers. Ren Xuan gritted his teeth and forced him to release the poison.
The man dragged him with all his might: "Poison. Let's make a bet. I can withstand your poison. If I die, it's my fault."
Even with the poison penetrating his bones, Ren Xuan could still grit his teeth and chop the man up. After killing him, he carried him out and scolded him for not being cruel enough.
Pei Jiming felt at that time that this person - even the King of Hell would not even look at him.
But now, Ren Xuan actually pulled him and kept asking questions.
The person who once ate his poison as food began to care about every detail - whether the poison had any side effects, whether it would choke the lungs, whether it would damage the vital energy, or whether it would burn the heart meridians.
Pei Jiming inexplicably felt a sense of emotion that was a bit hard to describe.
This guy Ren Xuan is really in trouble.
He had originally thought that people like them would spend their entire lives on the battlefield, sleeping on corpses, their lives hanging by a thread. But now it seemed that even people like them could find another way out.
Pei Jiming leaned against the door, lazily raised his hand and knocked on the door frame, and said casually: "Old Ren, I haven't had a sip of water since I came back."
"He can't drink it, so you're just standing there watching over him. You never even pour me a glass of water. What's going on? You get bored easily, huh?"
Ren Xuan sneered: "Bullshit, you bastard, you were injured before, didn't I care about you enough?"
Pei Jiming chuckled, "I've never seen you hold me in your arms and coax me."
Ren Xuan argued confidently: "Is that the same?!"
Pei Jiming's smile became more playful: "What's the difference?"
——Can a wife and a brother be the same?!
Ren Xuan paused, glancing at the curtain. As if afraid the person inside might hear, he gritted his teeth and changed the subject: "It's all because of that poison! I'm lucky I didn't chop you down!"
"He was completely unconscious just now, and he was grabbing my sleeve. Didn't you see it? He was also talking nonsense. Didn't you hear it? What's wrong with me trying to comfort him?!"
Pei Jiming looked at him coldly: "You just want to say that he was unconscious and called your name."
Ren Xuan: “…”
The corners of Ren Xuan's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to refute or quibble. After a moment, he said righteously: "He talked a lot of nonsense, why couldn't he call me?"
Pei Jiming snorted, as if he saw through his skin: "Alright. I'm calling you nonsense, so our relationship is really not ordinary."
Pei Jiming leaned back and smiled softly: "Why? Do you like me?"
He thought this was the beginning of another round of verbal battle.
However, Ren Xuan did not confront him as usual.
Ren Xuan only raised his eyebrows slightly and replied calmly, "Yes."
The usually careless gaze was now eerily still, as if it suppressed the entire night.
Ren Xuan looked up at him with a very calm gaze.
Pei Jiming was stunned. He didn't expect that Ren Xuan would be so serious this time.
Pei Jiming stood there in a daze, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
He thought back to that night many years ago. Perhaps he had been more serious then, or perhaps Ren Xuan had been more serious then.
Maybe everything will never reach that final step.
Pei Jiming stared at Ren Xuan for a long time.
He heard his own almost hoarse voice: "Got it."
Ren Xuan raised an eyebrow. He always managed to dispel the solemn and gentle atmosphere with a single sentence: "What's with that expression? Are you jealous because I have a girlfriend?!"
Pei Jiming decisively rolled his eyes: "I'm jealous of you? You're dreaming."
As he was speaking, there was a slight noise in the room, but it was not loud.
Putting women before friends was not just talk, and Ren Xuan immediately stopped arguing with him.
The light in the room reflected on the face of the young man on the couch, as if covering his entire body with a thin layer of light.
The young man supported himself with his elbows and tried to get up, but Ren Xuan held his shoulders firmly.
"Don't move."
His tone naturally softened: "The remaining poison in your body has not yet been cleared, lie down first."
As he spoke, he leaned over and slowly helped the person back onto the pillow.
The young man's eyelashes trembled, his eyes misty, and his voice was low and hoarse: "...Ren Xuan? I can't see clearly."
Ren Xuan paused, leaned down, and covered his eyebrows with his palms. His voice was deep and steady: "Because of the antidote, you will be well soon."
He reached out and covered the other's hand. The hand moved, slightly cold and weak.
Ren Xuan frowned slightly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want some water?"
Lu Shian uttered an unclear "hmm".
Ren Xuan pulled him into his arms, took the porcelain cup, and coaxed him softly, "Slow down."
The water was slightly warm and slid slowly down the throat.
Ren Xuan protected his jaw with one hand to prevent him from choking, and only put him back on the couch after the porcelain cup was empty.
That caution was almost as natural as breathing, ingrained in his bones and needless to say.
Outside the curtain, Pei Jiming leaned against the doorpost without saying a word.
He suddenly remembered that many years ago, they came back from killing someone together and collapsed on the roof in the middle of the night.
At that time, he asked Ren Xuan: "Who do you think you will fall into?"
Ren Xuan held a piece of hay in his mouth and smiled calmly, "I won't plant it."
And now——
Only seven words came out of Pei Jiming's mind: What a fucking bragging guy.
Pei Jiming's eyes gradually softened.
Ren Xuan is a guy who can find an anchor for himself.
Pei Jiming thought: This is also good.
——What a ghost!
Ren Xuan, this bastard, was speaking softly to his partner beside his couch one moment, and then turned around and bossed him around the next.
Damn it, you value love over friendship, right?!
Ren Xuan tucked the quilt for the man, felt his pulse, turned around, and his tone had changed.
"What are you standing there for? Give me a copy of your secret file."
Pei Jiming almost couldn't catch his breath: "?!!"
His face turned green: "Old Ren, even though you are no longer in Anbing, you are determined to make me yellow too, right??!"
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