Chapter 94 Being Picked Up

The huge full moon was hanging high in the sky, and the flying snowflakes were shining in the silver moonlight.

Pei Xuan looked at the full moon in the sky through the antique window.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on his handsome face, adding a bit of loneliness.

He frowned slightly. Xie Anci's whereabouts were unknown, Li Jinchen had just escaped from danger, and although the conspiracy of Zhao Jingxing and Li Yunhuai was discovered, it was unknown whether they had any backup plans.

A gust of cold wind blew, blowing his sleeves.

Pei Xuan sighed lightly and turned back to the house.

The candlelight in the house flickered, reflecting his slender figure.

As soon as Zhao Jingxing caught up with Jiang Li and his group, he saw that the group of people were nervous and stood there with ugly faces.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Zhao Jingxing looked around and didn't see Xie Anci's carriage. His heart sank.

"Where is Xie Anci?" Zhao Jingxing asked angrily.

Everyone knelt down tremblingly. Jiang Li pursed his lips and stepped forward to apologize: "Your Majesty, Xie Anci..."

"Speak!" Zhao Jingxing shouted angrily.

"He was kidnapped by a group of men in black, and then I heard that he jumped from here." Jiang Li pointed to the cliff next to him.

Zhao Jingxing walked quickly to the edge of the cliff and looked down. He saw that the bottom of the cliff was shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was bottomless.

His face was terribly gloomy, his hands were clenched into fists, and his joints were pale.

"Find him for me! I want him alive or dead!" Zhao Jingxing roared.

"Yes!" Everyone got up quickly and slipped away without looking up.

Zhao Jingxing's chest was heaving with anger. The man told them the news about Xie Anci just to borrow his power to find Xie Anci.

He knew the other party's plan, but he could only do what the man thought.

It's all this bunch of rubbish!

Zhao Jingxing cursed his men secretly.

The cold wind was howling, and Xie Anci lay quietly on the snow with his eyes closed. His body was covered with a layer of snow.

His beautiful face was frozen and colorless, and his breathing was weak as if it would stop in the next second.

The Yilan sword beside him was broken into two pieces, one piece was buried in the snow, and the other piece was held in Xie Anci's hand.

"Huhu... It's really cold today." A man in black cloth rubbed his hands. He also had a backpack on his back, which was filled with scattered herbs.

At this moment, he was lying on the snowy mountain. When he looked down suddenly, he suddenly found a little red in the snow.

The man climbed down the mountain curiously and walked towards the red light.

When he got closer, he found that there was a beauty lying in the snow...

The valley next to him was cut open by the sword, and the beautiful long sword was also seriously injured and broke into two pieces.

"Young Master! Young Master..." The man rushed up tremblingly, fearing that the beauty in front of him would be frozen to death here.

He extended his index finger to feel Xie Anci's breath. Fortunately, there was still a little breath.

As long as there was breath, he could be saved.

The man quickly carried Xie Anci on his back, picked up the sword beside him and put it in the backpack, and then carried the backpack on his chest.

The man looked thin, but he was very strong. He walked with Xie Anci on his back, one step deep and one step shallow.

After an unknown amount of time, the smoke from the cooking stove rose in front.

"Someone come--" the man shouted, and in the small village, everyone heard the sound and ran over.

Some ladies were still holding spatulas in their hands, and it was obvious that they were frying vegetables in the kitchen a second ago.

"Xiaoyi, you're back? What's behind you?" The lady saw the man and hurried forward to ask.

"Stop talking, help this young man down first." Her husband muttered, and stepped forward to catch Xie Anci.

Xie Anci's body was like an ice cube, and he could not feel his body temperature at all.

The old man was so shocked when he saw Xie Anci's face that he almost threw him to the ground.

"Oh my god, this... Xiaoyi, where did you carry this person from? He looks so good, is he a god who has descended to earth?"

The old man didn't understand, he only knew that they said that gods are all good-looking, and the man in his hand is also very good-looking.

Upon hearing this, the old lady also took a closer look, and was so shocked that she dropped the spatula on the ground.

"It's really a god..."

Upon hearing this, other villagers also surrounded Xie Anci, wanting to see the "god" they were talking about.

The young man named Xiaoyi laughed: "How can there be a fairy? It must have fallen from above. Master Zhang, please send him to me and I will show him to you."

"Oh, okay, okay." Master Zhang shook his head. How could he still be alive after falling from such a high mountain? If not a fairy, then what else could it be?

Everyone nodded in their hearts, and they were more convinced that Xiaoyi had picked up a fairy.

Great! Their good days are coming.

Master Zhang followed Xiaoyi to a small courtyard. The courtyard was very tidy, and there were several rows of herbs covered with snow underneath, exuding a fresh fragrance.

Master Zhang put Xie Anci on the bed, and Xiaoyi quickly went to light the heater, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.

Xie Anci's pale face gradually turned rosy and had some blood color.

"Xiaoyi, is he really still alive?" Grandpa Zhang asked half-doubtfully.

"Of course." Xiaoyi examined Xie Anci's body.

Xie Anci had several knife wounds on his body, some of which were old wounds and some were new.

The most serious one was the back of his head, which should have hit a stone in the snow, but the weather was too cold and the blood coagulated.

Xiaoyi couldn't help but sigh that this man was really lucky.

There were some scratches on his body from branches, which should have been blocked by branches in the middle of the fall, and the sword in his hand slowed down the force of his fall.

The thick snow on the ground buffered most of the impact, which allowed him to save his life.

Xiaoyi treated Xie Anci's wounds, while Grandpa Zhang watched from the side and helped pass things from time to time.

"Xiaoyi, can this young man wake up?" Grandpa Zhang asked.

"Yes, but I don't know when he can wake up." Xiaoyi frowned.

After treating the wound, Xiaoyi gave Xie Anci some medicine.

"Let's observe first, I hope he can survive." Xiaoyi said.

Grandpa Zhang nodded: "This young man is so handsome, God should bless him."

Xiaoyi did not comment.

"Grandpa Zhang, you should go back to eat, I'll take care of it here."

"Well, then I'll go back and get you some food, so you don't have to cook." Grandpa Zhang stood up and looked at him lovingly.

"No, I can just make a little myself." Xiaoyi waved his hands repeatedly, he was embarrassed to keep accepting everyone's kindness.

Although everyone in this village helps each other.

"Don't make so much trouble, wait, I'll serve it to you." Grandpa Zhang was very enthusiastic and walked out as he said.

Xiaoyi reached out his hand, wanting to call out to Master Zhang, but Master Zhang didn't even give him a chance to speak.

He scratched his head, that would be disrespectful.

Hehe...

I succeeded in eating for free again today!

Outside the window, the snow was still falling heavily, as if it was going to bury the whole world.