His old injuries hadn't healed yet, and he was hit by new ones. Without Li Yan's help, the assassin attacked his left arm and his left chest. He looked very scary, but his eyes remained firm. With a trembling hand, he patted Hua Ling's back and said, "Don't cry, you'll be fine."
Hua Ling shed tears and blamed herself, saying, "I shouldn't have come out today."
"It's none of your business. My duty is to protect you. If you're injured, it's because I'm not strong enough. It has nothing to do with where you go." Xiao Wu gritted his teeth, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "I'll stay here. If you're scared... hold my shoulders."
His body was covered with wounds. Hua Ling didn't dare to hug him, but she was really scared. She leaned against the stone next to her and closed her eyes to rest. She was so tired that she accidentally fell asleep.
The wind blew all night, and there was a steep cliff under his feet. Xiaowu carefully held Hua Ling in his arms and used his own temperature to keep her warm.
Hua Ling was too delicate and was frightened. Even though Xiao Wu was very careful, she still fell ill and would not wake up no matter how much they called her the next day.
Xiaowu fed her typhoid powder.
"Water, water..." she murmured unconsciously.
Xiaowu stared at her dry lips and made a decision in his heart.
The sword flashed, and the bloody palm came to Hua Ling's lips. Hua Ling sucked subconsciously, and Xiao Wu trembled and hugged her tighter.
The corners of their clothes intertwined, and Xiaowu's face gradually turned pale.
After a long time, Hua Ling's body temperature returned to normal. She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she did was to leave Xiao Wu's arms.
"Don't move, you're sick." Xiao Wu said weakly, hiding his bleeding hand behind his back.
There was a salty-sweet taste in her mouth. Hua Ling suddenly understood something and her face changed drastically: "Did you drink my blood?"
Xiaowu looked a little unnatural and said "hmm" softly.
"You fed me the killer's blood?" Hua Ling felt sick.
"Don't spit it out, it's my blood."
Hua Ling was stunned. She pulled Xiao Wu's hand away from her back, with a complicated expression, "Actually, you don't have to do this."
Xiao Wu pursed his lips: "I have a responsibility to protect you."
Hua Ling was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll give you a raise when we get back."
Xiao Wu shook his head weakly, "I don't want any wages."
Hua Ling turned away, not daring to look at his miserable state: "Then what do you want?"
Xiaowu's eyes flashed.
"I don't want anything. I'm about to die, and I have a wish that hasn't been fulfilled. Madam, can you help me?"
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