Chapter 22 Fortunately
Chu Yangyang opened her mouth, but the words were stuck on her lips.
After a while, he said, "Who could I be? I just had a very long dream and went to another world. Then, I received guidance from an expert, and then I suddenly realized it!"
Luo Xifeng looked at her coldly, his eyes seemed to say, I would never trust you.
Chu Yangyang curled her lips and said, "There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me. Just don't kill me."
Chu Yangyang curled up on the haystack and pretended to be asleep.
She could feel Luo Xifeng's gaze lingering on her back for a long time, with a burning warmth.
However, after pretending to sleep for a while, Chu Yangyang became drowsy again due to the effects of the snake venom, and before long, she fell into a deep sleep again.
The moonlight formed a silver stream outside the cave, and Chu Yangyang felt the blood in his body freezing in the chaos.
She curled up tighter, but the cold seeped into her bones, and even the sound of her teeth colliding was icy.
"cold……"
The crying mumbling woke up Luo Xifeng from his light sleep.
As he clenched the silver needle in his sleeve and approached, the girl suddenly threw herself into his arms, rubbing her cold, wet cheek against his carotid artery.
A faint smell of blood mixed with the aroma of medicine rushed into his nose. He subconsciously wanted to push her away, but found that her body temperature was alarmingly low.
"Let go." He grabbed the back of her neck.
Chu Yangyang, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, wrapped her legs around his waist, and her hot tears slid into his collar. "Luo Xifeng, save me... The river water is so cold, I will never push you into the ice cave again."
Luo Xifeng shuddered all over.
On that snowy night last year, the original owner did order someone to push him into the ice cave.
At that time, the body was wrapped in fox fur and standing on the shore, laughing, but now the girl in his arms was trembling because of the same atrocity.
"Do you know why you're crying now?" He pinched her chin and forced her to look up.
Under the moonlight, Chu Yangyang's dilated pupils reflected his stern outline.
She suddenly smiled foolishly, her fingertips stroked his brow bone, her hot lips brushed his earlobe, but her body became colder.
Luo Xifeng suddenly pushed the man to the ground.
The girl's thin chest heaved violently, and strange purple lines appeared on her collarbone. The poison of the golden viper had completely erupted.
He opened his clothes to check the wound. His calf, which was originally covered with herbal medicine, had swollen and turned purple.
Without an antidote, she would surely die.
After hesitating for a moment, Luo Xifeng settled her down, took off his coat, covered her with it, turned around and ran into the darkness.
The night grew darker, and suddenly the shrill cry of a night owl was heard outside the cave.
Chu Yangyang was awakened by severe pain, and there was only a dying fire in the cave.
She pulled her clothes closer, but she was still very cold.
She groped drowsily to add more wood to the embers when she heard the crisp sound of dead branches breaking.
"Luo Xifeng..." Chu Yangyang's joyful call was stuck in her throat.
A pair of amber eyes were approaching in the moonlight, and the colorful fur rubbed against the wormwood at the entrance of the cave, stirring up a disgusting fishy wind.
Chu Yangyang covered her mouth tightly with both hands to prevent herself from screaming. The stone wall against which her back rested was as cold as a coffin.
The wild tiger's sharp claws dug deep grooves in the ground.
She remembered Luo Xifeng's expression when he wiped the silver needle last night, and suddenly understood something.
He left her behind and went away.
It turned out that from the beginning to the end, he just wanted her to wait for death with hope.
This damn King of Hell.
Is she really going to die this time? Tears blurred her vision.
The roar of the beast shook the rubble off the cave ceiling.
When the wild tiger saw the food being served to him, his stinking saliva began to flow.
It approached step by step, its eyes emitting green light, as if it was determined to get the food in front of it. Then, it kicked up its hind legs and leaped straight in front of Chu Yangyang.
Chu Yangyang suddenly closed her eyes, but was knocked down by someone the moment the wind broke.
The familiar bitter smell of medicine wrapped in the smell of blood hit her face. Luo Xifeng's hairband brushed her cheek, and the arrow grazed his shoulder and penetrated into the tiger's eye.
"Hold your breath!"
With the crisp sound of the porcelain bottle exploding, the spicy powder exploded in the air.
Chu Yangyang was picked up by the waist, and the two of them arrived at the cave entrance in an instant.
She saw Ye Hu writhing in pain in the smoke, and Luo Xifeng's arms were covered in blood.
"How are you?" Chu Yangyang wanted to see his arm.
Luo Xifeng avoided her touch and said coldly, "Let's leave here first."
He held her in his arms and quickly rushed into the mountains and forests.
A faint golden light appeared in the thick fog in the east, and they stopped at the mountain stream.
When Luo Xifeng placed her on the bluestone, the July Snow Grass in his arms fell out.
This holy detoxifying herb only blooms in the shade of the cliff at the hour of Yin, with unmelted ice still on its rhizomes.
"I thought you abandoned me." Chu Yangyang looked at the medicine bottle in his arms and felt a little touched.
This King of Hell still has some humanity.
He ripped off his shirt to bandage the wound, his voice colder than the stream, "Remember what you promised me."
Chu Yangyang nodded quickly. It turned out that people have to be useful to be needed by others.
She looked down and saw his bloody right hand.
She suddenly remembered that he was clearly torn by the tiger's claws while trying to protect the herbs in his arms.
Standing up, she felt she had to do something to thank him.
Thinking of this, she took the initiative to lift up his sleeve and said, "Let me bandage you."
Luo Xifeng sat there stiffly and let her play with him.
His white arm was covered in blood, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone.
Oh god, how this must hurt.
She suddenly remembered something and grabbed his big hand.
He pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, but found a piece of osmanthus candy lying in his palm.
The high fever made her originally pale face blush, and she smiled brightly and charmingly, "Eat something sweet and you will forget the pain."
Luo Xifeng's heart tightened, and then he quickly lowered his head, holding the candy tightly in his palm.
He found that he seemed not to be used to the kind Chu Yangyang in front of him.
He bent down, picked up the medicine bottle, and stuffed it into her arms. "If you want to live, eat this July snow grass."
Chu Yangyang didn't suspect anything this time, and looked up and drank the antidote in one gulp.
The morning mist wove a veil through the forest. Luo Xifeng lowered his head to check Chu Yangyang's swollen and purple calf. The fang marks of the golden viper were particularly glaring on her snowy skin.
He tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes and tied it tightly around her knees, then crushed the last seven-petal lily in the medicine basket and applied it to the wound.
"Can you walk?" As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yangyang stood up with the help of a rock and fell down heavily.
The hem of her skirt was covered in blood, and her eyes were red with pain, but she forced a smile. "Sir Luo, could you please find me another crutch?"
Luo Xifeng stared at her white fingers clenching the dead branch, then suddenly bent down and picked her up horizontally.
Chu Yangyang's exclamation was caught in her throat. The bitter scent of herbs instantly enveloped her body. She froze, not daring to move. She heard a cold and harsh explanation from above her head, "You must come out before 3 p.m. and apply my special ointment. Otherwise, your leg will be sawed off."
Chu Yangyang hummed nervously, lowered her head, and stopped talking.
The mountain path was covered with slippery moss, and Luo Xifeng's footsteps crushed the dead branches.
Chu Yangyang was forced to stick to his chest and could clearly feel the rapid heartbeat beneath his skin.
I don’t know if it’s the fatigue from carrying the weight, or something else.
She secretly raised her eyes and saw the morning light flowing along the sharp lines of his jaw, gathering into a dazzling spot of light at his Adam's apple.
I have to admit that Luo Xifeng is really good-looking. If he were in modern times, he would definitely be a top star.
He also felt her burning gaze, but he never lowered his head, but just kept speeding up his pace.
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