Chapter 45 Chapter 45 I want to kiss her so much, just a kiss...
The Avici Hell I saw in the ancient well, being pushed down the well for no apparent reason, and now, just now, the Bodhisattva statue that had just fallen to the ground and shattered by itself, at the exact moment.
Nan Qiong Shuang looked at the fragments of the statue on the ground, and suddenly realized that the god, which was split into two halves, was staring at her with his eyes lowered in pity, even though he died with his eyes open.
The creepy feeling started to creep up on my body again, starting from my tailbone.
She thought for a moment and sat up straight in Gu Zhi's arms.
Gu Zhiyi looked at the fragments on the ground in surprise and doubt for a long time, then took a breath.
This time, his voice was calm, clearly having made a decision: "Young lady, please stop fooling around with Gu. It's late, please go home."
She felt guilty for a moment at this unexpected incident. Was this a sign from Heaven that she had evil intentions and was being warned that she would be frying in oil after death?
So, she lost interest for a moment, sighed, sat further away, and unscrewed the small medicine jar that Asong had just handed to her.
"I'll apply medicine to you, young master."
Just as I bent down and wanted to get closer to see his injuries, he dodged away again and said, "Miss, there's no need..."
Why not? Nan Qiongshuang no longer treated people as human beings. Seeing someone being whipped seventy times for her life, she could not stand by and watch him die.
She has experience with injuries like this and knows that they cannot be dealt with by force.
So, he raised his eyes with a slight impatience and sighed, "Young Master, please stop being so stubborn."
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
There was a hint of red at the corners of her eyes.
Why on earth was she so calm, still thinking about his injury in this state?
And he was beside her, suffering like a patient because of her gaze and shallow breathing.
The person watching the fire stands aside, as if the person about to be burned to death on the other side of the river is a clown.
He began to shiver involuntarily.
Was the medicine still available? Nan Qiongshuang suddenly raised her eyes and said, "Young Master," swallowing the slightly irritated "again" and gently saying, "What's wrong?"
"Jiaojiao," his voice was still hoarse, hoping she wouldn't notice, "...I."
She waited patiently.
He lowered his head, his voice low, almost a whisper of begging for mercy, and said, "...Don't look at me."
She was stunned for a moment and blinked.
Why does he seem so aggrieved?
If you want to kiss her so much, why not just give her a kiss?
"Okay." She reached out and placed his back in front of her. The moment her fingers touched him, he trembled again as if he was tickled. She ignored it and pressed him down on the bed forcefully. She dipped her fingers into the ointment and said, "Don't look at the young master, just look at the wound. Is that okay?"
He sighed deeply, frowned again, and said, "Actually, there's really no need to apply medicine..."
She sighed.
If I don't take medicine, it'll ulcerate and become inflamed tomorrow, as spring approaches its end. Why must I be so stubborn? Do I have to force her with a gentle knife before she'll obey?
She had already wanted to let him go today.
She said coldly, "Sir, do you want to take the medicine properly, or are you hungry and want to eat a few more candied dates?"
He finally stopped talking, but just took a deep breath in frustration and helplessness.
So he finally applied the ointment on the wound.
The two were speechless for a moment.
After applying medicine to the less serious wounds for a long time, she looked at the rest of the festering and twisted flesh, and she held her forehead with her hand, feeling worried again.
When these areas are injured like this, it is necessary to remove the rotten flesh, drain all the pus and blood, and then take medicine to clear away heat and detoxify, only then will there be a chance of recovery.
If the damaged flesh is not cut off, the affected area will definitely become inflamed and pus will ooze out. Moreover, the injured area is so large that you never know for sure, he might have a high fever tomorrow and take the person away.
She lowered her eyes and rubbed the small jade-white earrings under her ears.
But, there is a problem.
Chu Jiaojiao didn't seem to be supposed to understand this, let alone have the courage to use scissors to cut the bloody area even more bloody, and then apply a layer of Jinchuang Powder on it.
Nan Qiong Shuang can do such a thing, but Chu Jiaojiao can't.
what to do?
She bit her lip, pondered for a while, and finally, slowly screwed the small medicine jar shut.
So be it, she thought. After all, as the Young Master of Yishan, Huide wouldn't really want him dead. If he really had a high fever, even if he was difficult to save, there was still a chance he could be saved.
At that time, whether he can save his life depends on his own luck.
The moonlight shone through the carved window, filling her eyes with a bone-chilling coldness, as if it were an ice cave.
Although she didn't want him dead yet, if he did, it would take a few days, giving Wu Dao enough time to arrange for his informants on Tianshan to pick him up. Once he fell into a fever and fell into a coma, she could steal the jade token and hide it. Once he was completely dead and the mountain was in chaos, she could still escape.
but……
Gu Zhi suddenly said, "Miss Chu."
She paused. "What?"
He said: "Girl, don't blame yourself. I did it for myself."
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding all her thoughts, and she was silent for a long time.
also.
She murmured, "I also want to ask, why does the young master do this?"
Gu Zhi: "Why do you think that is?"
She almost laughed and asked softly, "Is it worth it?"
Gu Zhi didn't say anything. In the darkness, he felt her hand, held it firmly, and rubbed the delicate palm with his thumb.
She suddenly remembered that when she killed Songmei and let Wudao shoot her through, and when she returned to Muxueyuan and was put on this bed, he held her hand and caressed it in the same way.
Then, unexpectedly, a tear fell and landed on her hand.
The same bed, but the injured person has changed. The rescuer also has different thoughts.
He didn't say anything.
The answer is so clear and obvious.
If it's not worth it, why go to so much trouble to save her?
She thought this was so funny, he was simply the stupidest person in the world, so she giggled uncontrollably, her whole body shaking like someone who suddenly fell into an icy lake, paralyzed uncontrollably, even her face twitching slightly.
She laughed and tried hard to hold it back, and wanted to respond, but the sound rolled in her throat for a long time and she couldn't even utter a decent word.
Gu Zhi: "Jiaojiao, what are you laughing at?"
Thankfully, she was finally able to utter complete words again: "I'm touched."
Gu Zhi looked at her and suddenly said, "Jiaojiao, why are you crying?"
She was stunned.
Thirty seconds later, she covered her face slowly while shaking, shaking, shaking.
This was not the first time Gu Zhi saw her cry.
However, I intuitively felt that this time was different from usual.
In the past, when she cried, she cried to him, and when she was wronged, she came to him for protection.
Now……
She's just in her own world.
They neither need comfort from others nor expect others to understand them, and they even hope that others do not understand them.
Is it worth it, Gu Huaijin?
It's not worth it. It won't be worth it.
When he used all his strength to get up again and wanted to comfort her, she finally raised her eyes slowly from her palms. Her eyes were filled with water, but calm, clear and unwavering, like a water mirror under the moonlight.
He said calmly, "Sir, do you have any small scissors?"
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A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead. Gu Zhi's brows relaxed and then wrinkled again. He clenched his fists and tried to suppress his fear while looking back at her. "Aren't you afraid? I remember you like cleanliness the most."
She took the small pair of scissors that had been heated over the fire, and with incredible precision and calmness, she located the inflamed area and cut without even moving her eyebrows.
She quickly sprinkled a layer of Jinchuang Powder on it and said, "At a time like this, I can't care about whether it's clean or not."
Gu Zhi smiled and said, "I never thought that you are not afraid of blood. Where did you learn this method of wound cleaning?"
She said nothing.
Suddenly, a sinister voice entered my ears, sounding surprised, impatient and sinister. It was far away, but it seemed to go straight into my brain.
Wu Dao: "Nan Qiong Shuang, what are you doing?"
She ignored it, lowered her eyes as usual, and released some more pus and blood.
Wu Dao smiled: "You don't really intend to betray us, do you?"
She still didn't answer.
Wu Dao "tsk tsk tsk" for a while, feeling both emotional and helpless, and said, "Not smart."
She suddenly said, "Actually... I once studied under Mr. Gui Zhu and learned some of the art of medicine."
Gu Zhi: "Mr. Gui Zhu?"
Wu Dao's sinister grin suddenly stopped, and Nan Qiong Shuang said calmly, "My father was seriously ill at the time, and the doctor at the clinic told me I needed to find Ganoderma lucidum to save him. However, Ganoderma lucidum was too expensive, and I couldn't afford it, so I had to risk going into the mountains to collect the herb. It was there that I met Mr. Gui Zhu, who was wandering around."
Gu Zhi was silent for a moment. "Gui Zhu is said to be a witch doctor. He is quite famous in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, he is elusive and few people have seen his true face. How could he accept a disciple?"
"Yes, perhaps because he felt sorry for me." She soaked her handkerchief in hot water, wiped away the fresh blood, and calmly changed the subject, "Young Master, you were so badly injured, you shouldn't get wet, so why did you go to the Immaculate Spring?"
Gu Zhi restrained his expression for a moment and turned his head away from her.
Why? Of course, it was because he saw her go to the Immortal Spring with Li Xuanbai. What else could it be?
The room was so quiet for a moment that even the sound of scissors snapping could be heard.
Since he didn't want to answer her questions, she was happy to be left alone. After all, she was the one whose true strengths were easily exposed.
After a long time, she washed the small scissors in hot water, dipped the handkerchief in it for the last time, and wiped away all the blood.
Said: "Alright, sir."
He was drenched in sweat, and he let out a long breath, his brows finally relaxed. "Thank you, young lady, for your trouble tonight."
She nodded slightly, looked into his tired eyes that seemed to want her to stay a little longer, and walked out without saying a single personal word.
Gu Zhi hurriedly said, "Jiaojiao, I..." He hesitated for a moment, his eyes pleading with a hint of fragility, "I... want a heart knot."
She didn't react at all, just said woodenly, "Okay."
Then he closed the door and went out.
When she slowly closed the door, there happened to be a full moon behind her. Looking at her expression, Gu Zhi was surprised for a moment.
How could he be so uneasy, almost to the point of fear and panic?
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Nan Qiongshuang closed the door, turned around and walked into the yard.
The moonlight is like water.
She used telepathy to whisper, "Mist Blade."
After waiting for a long time, all I could hear was the rustling sound of the wind shaking the trees.
Her hands in her sleeves clenched unconsciously.
He turned around, walked to his door, and put his hand on it.
The sound of Wu Dao suddenly sounded faintly from behind.
Smiling, "Nan Qiong Shuang, I have a great gift for you."
She jerked back and looked.
Behind him was the empty and clean Muxue Courtyard. The night was cold and quiet, with no one there.
She closed her eyes distractedly.
He turned back and pushed the door open.
With a creak, the two doors slowly opened inward. There was no light in the house, and the moonlight poured into the room, turning everything into dark silhouettes.
Outside the window, a few slender bamboos were reflected in the night sky, a faint blue. Beneath the faint blue window scene was her desk, only an outline in the darkness, on which were placed writing brushes, inkstone, paper, and a makeup mirror, as well as—
A round, human head.
She stepped over the threshold and gently closed the door, blocking out the moonlight.
Come closer and take a look.
It’s Asong.
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