Gu Qian struggled desperately, but he couldn't make a sound.
Gradually, he felt his body becoming lighter, walking step by step into the darkness, and slowly losing consciousness.
Vera, watching the scene unfold in the distance, lowered her eyes and clasped her hands together.
Just now, he saw the vast army in the distance.
He didn't know which country those troops belonged to.
Then, I felt a little flustered.
What he feared most was the cruelty of war.
His exotic face and monk's attire astonished everyone around him who had never seen him before.
Especially Qi Yan.
How did this strange monk suddenly appear out of nowhere?
Do monks also enjoy watching a spectacle?
"Where did this freak monk come from? He looks so strange. Is he some kind of demon from hell?" Qi Yan muttered, enduring the pain.
Then, he glanced at where Qiu Yan was.
"Qin Feng, how many of your men have come?"
At this moment, he had already sprinkled the white powder he carried with him onto his and Qin Feng's wounds.
It can both stop bleeding and relieve pain.
However, the bleeding stopped, but the pain persisted.
Qiu Yan is a terrifying woman; he has truly experienced that firsthand today.
He suffered two serious injuries and was unable to recover for a long time.
"One hundred thousand soldiers." Qin Feng's face was pale, and he spoke those four words with great difficulty.
His eyes swept over Vera for a moment, and he wondered, who exactly is this monk, and why did he come with Qiu Yan's group?
He was simply curious.
Looking at Vera, he sensed a unique tranquility emanating from her and suddenly felt a longing for it.
At this moment, he no longer knew what pain felt like; his entire body was overwhelmed by heartache.
"One hundred thousand soldiers?" Qi Yan was very satisfied with this number.
"One hundred thousand soldiers, why didn't you say so sooner?" Qi Yan said weakly, but he was also relieved. He thought they would all perish here today.
As he spoke, he bandaged Qin Feng's wounds with the help of Xiao Han and Feng Qi.
"Gu Qian, wake up..." Qiu Yan was certainly aware of the enemy's presence.
But at this moment, she only had eyes for Gu Qian.
She stroked Gu Qian's tightly closed eyes, her fingertips tracing his thin lips down to his chest.
Suddenly, she touched something.
After taking it out, it was the jade pendant she had given me.
It has broken into two pieces.
She clutched the two pieces of jade in her palm, her arms tightly wrapped around Gu Qian's body, feeling his warmth, trying to wake him.
"Gu Qian, wake up, wake up, let's go home, let's go home together."
Her calm tone was tinged with sorrow.
Upon seeing the shattered jade, Qi Yan belatedly realized why Gu Qian was unharmed despite having stabbed him in the chest.
Should we say he was lucky to survive, or that he was destined to live?
After bandaging Qin Feng's wound, Qiu Yan began bandaging her own.
Qin Susu watched the scene before her quietly, her usually noisy nature becoming calm.
Seeing Qiu Yan's sorrowful expression, tears also fell from her eyes.
Vera looked up and surveyed her surroundings.
He then slowly stepped forward, walking step by step to Qiu Yan. He knelt down to examine Gu Qian's injuries, then glanced at Qin Feng and Qi Yan, who were also lying on the ground not far away, and said to Qiu Yan:
"Qiu Yan, don't be sad. The person you care about will be alright."
As he spoke, he kept an eye on the movements in the distance.
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