Shen Zhixian grabbed Yan Jin with difficulty with his right hand, and clasped his left hand tightly on the edge of the cliff to prevent himself from being dragged down.
The small jade bottle was rolling past not far from his right hand. He only had to let go of the hand that was holding Yan Jin, and then he could pick it up with ease, but his hand never loosened.
Yan Jin wanted to catch it for him, but the small jade bottle rubbed his fingertips and fell mercilessly.
The cliff was so high that the small jade bottle fell, and no movement was heard.
Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth and was about to pull the man up, but the half of the snake body was still rolling, and with a convulsion, it bounced onto the hand he was holding the man, the snake head shook, and suddenly its mouth opened wide, and it was about to bite Shen Zhixian's arm. !
If this mouth was closed, Shen Zhixian's hand would also be cut in two.
As soon as Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth, he released his left hand and quickly grabbed the snake's body and pulled it. The snake's teeth could pierce the flesh, and the venom was just sprayed out a little when Shen Zhixian threw it under the cliff.
With this toss, Shen Zhixian's body was instantly taken away from the cliff a lot.
But he still held Yan Jin's hand tightly.
Yan Jin's mask of silence was finally broken. He restrained the complicated emotions that were surging in his heart, and when he spoke, he realized that his throat was so tight that he could only shout "Master", and then he could no longer speak.
The bloody smell of the gray snake was sticky, making Shen Zhixian dizzy, and it took him a long time to pull him up.
His heart skipped a beat, he closed his eyes, endured a moment of dizziness, and didn't even bother to talk to Yan Jin. He walked back a few steps away from the edge of the cliff, sat down against a sturdy tree, and let out a tired sigh of relief.
Yan Jin, who had walked around at the juncture of life and death, was in better condition than him. He followed quickly and silently pulled his sleeves to wipe the blood on Shen Zhixian's hands.
Shen Zhixian propped up a long leg, one hand was supported by Yan Jin, and the other hand was stretched out on his knee casually, his head slightly tilted, leaning on the tree trunk, eyes closed, breathing a little heavy.
If you ignore his bloody lips, he looks like a swordsman who is walking around the world with a sword. When he is tired, he will rest here, sloppy and wanton.
But Yan Jin knew that he couldn't hold it anymore. The grey snake attacked, and before Shen Zhixian could take the medicine, he struggled again and was bitten by the grey snake.
The poison of the gray snake is not lethal, but only makes people dazed. Ordinary people will be unconscious for two or three days, but Shen Zhixian's current situation is likely to be unconscious for most of the night.
"Master, just now... why didn't you let go?"
A question pulled Shen Zhixian's sanity back slightly, he half-opened his eyes, and his eyes were distracted for a moment before they focused on Yan Jin.
The young man was half-kneeling in front of him, his expression solemn, as if the little beast who had done something bad was caught, anxiously waiting for the unknown punishment.
Seeing his appearance, Shen Zhixian suddenly felt a little want to laugh, coughed lightly, and held it back.
This is a good time to play the emotional card. Shen Zhixian drooped his eyelids and sighed in disappointment, but he had no choice but to be tolerant: "Since you call me a teacher, you won't let go."
Yan Jin was moved for a moment, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said: "Master... you rest first, the disciple is here to guard."
This was exactly the answer Shen Zhixian wanted to get.
Although Yan Jin's memories of his previous life made him deeply troubled, by nature, he was a calm and reliable person with clear love and hatred.
He had just calculated Shen Zhixian, and was rescued by Shen Zhixian regardless of his previous suspicions. Now that he heard this again, he must not be able to do something like leaving people behind and sneaking away in the middle of the night.
Shen Zhixian let go of half of his heart, and thought bitterly in a dazed state, as for the calculation of his account, it will be calculated after he goes out.
Yan Jin really didn't leave, although he did have such a thought, but when he fell off the cliff but was held tightly by Shen Zhixian, the thought dissipated completely.
The twilight was dark, and the night in the mountains was a little cold. Shen Zhixian lost his spiritual power to protect his body. He felt a little chill in his drowsiness, shivered, and curled up uncomfortably.
He sat leaning against the tree and leaned his head slightly back against the trunk. With this movement, he slowly fell to the side.
When Yan Jin saw it, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it against Shen Zhixian's forehead, preventing him from falling down.
However, a cool breeze soon blew, and Shen Zhixian shivered again. In the drowsiness, his eyebrows were frowned, and he turned his head to the side again unhappily.
This time, almost half of his forehead touched Yan Jin's hand, probably because the warmth of his palm made him feel very comfortable, he rubbed it subconsciously, and murmured a word: "cold..."
Yan Jin sensed something was wrong, he put down the long sword with his other hand, and carefully and cautiously placed it on Shen Zhixian's forehead.
Slightly hot.
Shen Zhixian had a low fever.
The wind blew the leaves, and the moonlight shone through the branches, reflecting the mottled shadows everywhere.
After hesitating for a while, he took off his coat and put it on Shen Zhixian's body, then gently embraced Shen Zhixian's shoulders and took him into his arms, trying to shield him from the cool wind.
The young and hot chest dissipated a little coolness from Shen Zhixian's body. He stretched his brows, rested his head on Yan Jin's shoulder, rubbed his head, and adjusted to a more comfortable posture. He moved his hand unconsciously, and casually rested it on Yan Jin's thigh.
Shen Zhixian's hand was also icy cold, but Yan Jin felt that the place he touched seemed to be on fire.
Incredibly hot.
He sat under the tree with a stiff expression, Shen Zhixian leaned against him in an intimate and defenseless manner, and the subtle breathing sounded repeatedly in his ears.
Yan Jin's hand froze for a long time, and finally put it on the thin shoulder of the man in white.
Shen Zhixian's skeleton is slender, and when he stretched out his hand like this, he could just wrap his entire shoulder.
The waist is down from the shoulders, and the waist is even thinner... When he picked up the person from the hot spring that day, he once embraced Shen Zhixian's waist.
Really fine.
It is such a person, who rose to the top with a sword when he was young, and won the title of the first young sword cultivator in the Qingyun Sect and even the entire cultivation world, and no one can surpass it so far.
It's a pity it was short-lived.
The young man thought about it, his earlobe was rubbed against Shen Zhixian's head. He didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly felt a little itchy and a little hot at the base of his ear. He turned his head blankly, and looked at Shen Zhixian's sleeping face, and there was a trace of worry that he hadn't even noticed himself.
The stars twinkled in the sky, and there was silence all around.
Fortunately, no monsters came to make trouble, and most of the night passed quietly like this. However, when the dew began to rise in the second half of the night, the humidity and coldness forced Shen Zhixian to feel uneasy again.
The wet and cold wind invaded his body through his clothes, and the chill seemed to seep into his bones, painful and numb, causing him to frown uncomfortably, and instinctively shrank into Yan Jin's arms.
Yan Jin sensed something was wrong with him, pursed his lips, and held him tighter.
His actions condoned the sick.
Shen Zhixian moved to and fro in his drowsiness, and shrank for a while, still feeling cold. The hand that was originally resting on Yan Jin's thigh suddenly climbed up at some point, grabbed Yan Jin's jacket, and searched for the source of heat he longed for.
But the scalding heat source was blocked by a layer of something, Shen Zhixian was very dissatisfied, and after muttering something, he began to pull hard.
Shen Zhixian quickly loosened Yan Jin's neckline with his thin shirt, and his light-white fingertips really touched his chest, and then he couldn't help shrinking from the scalding heat.
However, in the next instant, the feeling of comfort that was suppressed by the coldness made him happy again, and he continued to pull even harder, trying to turn out the entire heat source and leaning over it.
This will not work.
Yan Jin hesitated for a moment and started to stop. He used to hold Shen Zhixian's shoulder with one hand and hold the sword with one hand hanging by his side, but now he can only put down the sword and grab Shen Zhixian's hand to prevent him from moving.
But Shen Zhixian finally found the heat source, how could he give up so easily. People who are sick are the most unreasonable. The more Yan Jin blocks him, the more wronged he will be, and the more wronged he will be, the more tossing.
He didn't care about his tossing, but Yan Jin had to pay attention to his surroundings and be careful not to hurt him. Under various constraints, Shen Zhixian found an opportunity to tug at the thin shirt.
A slight tear.
Shen Zhixian put his entire palm on his fiery chest, sighed comfortably, and was finally satisfied, he rubbed his head again, and finally found a good position at Yan Jin's neck, with his forehead pressed against Yan Jin's neck , and fell asleep again.
Yan Jin's whole body froze, Shen Zhixian's icy cold hand pressed against his chest, but he couldn't feel the slightest coldness, he only felt that there was a ball of fire in his chest.
Burn him across.
He didn't dare to provoke Shen Zhixian any more, for fear that he would tear up his entire clothes no matter what, so he could only continue to face stiffly and let his hands stick to his chest.
location of the heart.
When the light of dawn finally passed, Shen Zhixian's fever subsided and finally woke up.
Probably fighting poison with poison, the tossing of Grey Snake actually prevented his heart attack from fully erupting.
Shen Zhixian yawned lazily and opened his eyes. He thought that the night would be difficult, but when he woke up, apart from a little flustered and hungry, he didn't feel any discomfort at all, except that his neck was slightly sore, probably caused by sleeping against a tree all night.
He glanced at Yan Jin, who was holding his sword quietly and guarding beside him, a little relieved.
Good, not in vain.
but…
Shen Zhixian frowned and looked at Yan Jin's weird collar, "What's wrong?"
Yan Jin held his sword in silence for a moment, then said with difficulty, "A lynx came at night, and it was torn apart while driving it."
Shen Zhixian made a light "um" and didn't ask any further questions, but he was full of disbelief in his heart - why is the lynx so small and clever, and if you don't pull it, you have to go around the coat and pull the collar of the lining
Eighty percent of this bad apprentice did something bad at night and didn't want him to know.
Shen Zhixian restrained his expression, and when he turned around to go out, he had to find a way to suppress Yan Jin's bad thoughts.