The ice ball sunk into the back of his hand, and Shen Zhixian sucked in a breath of cold air—this unfortunate child, with such a serious injury, is still very strong.
He helped the person up, shook his hand, and dropped a bunch of blood beads, the corners of his lips twitched, and he couldn't help but sighed that he was injured before he was successful.
But he couldn't take care of himself. The little boy moved too much, tearing the almost bone-like wound on his back, and blood gushed out again.
"Don't move... hey, hey, the wound is broken!"
Yan Jin's mood was unstable, like a wounded little beast, looking at Shen Zhixian defensively and vigilantly, his eyes were fierce and ruthless, and seemed to carry cold hatred.
This is a little strange.
Just because he was worried that Yan Jin would be angry when he saw his true face, Shen Zhixian deliberately set up a blindfold. At this time, in Yan Jin's eyes, he should be a kind-hearted ordinary person, and his precautions are understandable, how can he still have such a deep hatred.
The vague thoughts flashed by, Shen Zhixian hugged the young boy who wanted to push him away with one hand, and with the other hand he lifted the lid of the jade bottle and poured Quhan Dan into his mouth.
Yan Jin was seriously injured and lost too much blood, and after being frozen for so long, she was not strong enough to break free, so she was forced to stuff a few elixir. The spirit pill melted in the mouth, and the warm current flowed down his throat, and the warmth gradually filled his chest and limbs. He was stunned for a while, struggling a little weaker.
The face of the man in front of him was blurred, and he vaguely looked at a kind-hearted face. But Yan Jin knew that this was because of a blinding trick - even if this person was turned into ashes, he could still recognize his breath!
His good teacher! The good master who cut off his spiritual roots!
Yan Jin gritted his teeth, barely suppressing the gushing hatred.
Can't.
No flaws can be revealed yet.
At this time, Shen Zhixian was much stronger than him. If he rashly angered him, I was afraid that the torture would come sooner—
Yan Jin rested one hand in the snow, and squeezed into a fist where the other party couldn't see it, with such strength that he even left a bloody crescent wound on the palm of his hand. He gasped, bowed his head slightly, concealed his fangs that could hardly be suppressed, and shouted "Master" in a hoarse voice.
The pain of the broken spiritual root seems to still remain in the body, he breathes the icy cold air, telling himself over and over again.
He came alive.
He came back to life.
After being cut off by Shen Zhixian's spiritual roots, he was actually... reborn.
He was very familiar with the scene in front of him. After the Cangjian Pavilion incident, he was whipped three times and went to the Siguo Cliff. After Siguo for a whole month, his spiritual roots were frostbitten, and he almost died on the Siguo Cliff before being taken down the mountain by Shen Zhixian.
I thought I could at least catch a breath after going down the mountain, but then, Shen Zhixian stood in front of him with an indifferent expression, and lightly crushed his bones, shattering every inch of his spiritual roots.
The pain was so deep that he fainted, and when he woke up again, he saw Yan Shen looking at him meaningfully, and told him with a slight smile that the master had asked him to go to the cliff.
He didn't finally accept the fact of rebirth until he climbed up the Siguo Cliff in a hurry - so now he obviously just climbed the Siguo Cliff, why is Shen Zhixian appearing here at this moment? !
Did something happen that made Shen Zhixian change his mind and make it happen earlier
The thin body was tensed tightly, Yan Jin's dark eyes stared at Shen Zhixian's hand turning the jade bottle. The hand was clearly articulated, and the white fingertips were lustrous, like a delicate jade, and the dirty ice and snow all around. out of place.
Probably because he disliked the dangling of the wide sleeves, which hindered his search, Shen Zhixian raised his hand and shook it. Four circles.
It made him even more noble.
But Yan Jin remembered how this hand was covered with his own blood.
Ruthless and cruel.
Shen Zhixian had no idea what was going on in Yan Jin's head. He was afraid that the young boy's reckless struggle would make the wound even worse, so he put his injured hand around him strongly, while the other hand grabbed the small jade bottle and searched for the elixir.
The Huiling Pill can replenish a large amount of spiritual power in a short period of time, which is very precious, especially the ones found in Shen Zhixian's house, which are all top-ranked ones.
Yan Jin probably used up his spiritual power to stop the wind and snow when he climbed the cliff before, and now he can't even do simple cold protection, and his whole body is frozen stiff.
"Here. Eat it." Finally, he turned over to the small jade bottle containing the Huiling Pill. Shen Zhixian stuffed the whole bottle into the young boy's hand, then picked up the big cloak that had fallen to the side, and surrounded the young man with no ice and snow. on his wound.
Seeing the young man holding the jade bottle stiffly and motionless, Shen Zhixian remembered that he seemed to have heard a low "Master" just now, and couldn't help holding his forehead... Well, it turned out to be recognized, no wonder Yan Jin reacted so fiercely Woolen cloth.
He pondered for a moment, and simply dispelled the cover. Although he didn't know how Yan Jin recognized him, since he had been called out, it would be meaningless to cover up.
The little boy stared at him like a hedgehog, thorns all over his body defensively.
Shen Zhixian breathed a sigh of relief, made a friendly gesture, pointed to the jade bottle in the young boy's hand, and said, "Returning the Spirit Pill." Then he pointed to the one on the ground, "Quhan Pill. There is also a Hemostasis Pill and Muscle-building Pill, for a while. Treat the wound."
Yan Jin was unmoved, her fingers holding the small jade bottle clenched tightly, endured and endured, and finally said in a tight voice: "Master came to clean the door in person?"
He looked up. The fifteen-year-old boy was suffering from chronic malnutrition, his cheeks were horribly thin, and his age and calmness made him look particularly distressing.
Shen Zhixian looked at him for a moment, a loving father's heart rose, he sighed, resisted the urge to rub the other's head, and said only: "No."
He considered the words and phrases, not wanting the sudden change of "Shen Zhixian" to make people suspicious, but he also didn't want Yan Jin to remain so hostile to him again... The little guy is so wounded, he can't stand the fear. .
"I was impulsive for my teacher this afternoon." Seeing that Yan Jin was holding the jade bottle still, he simply took it back and opened the porcelain lid, poured a few out, and stuffed it into the young boy's mouth.
The cave was narrow and there was nowhere to avoid it. Yan Jin had no strength, and was succeeded by Shen Zhixian. He frowned and pursed his lips. A warm spiritual force flowed out, moisturizing the dry spiritual roots and softening the punishment brought by the whip. of chills and pain.
Shen Zhixian showed a slight smile and said softly, "Come here and I'll take a look at the wound."
…
Taking advantage of the fact that the person was not paying attention and pressed the person to simply treat the wound, Shen Zhixian kept the medicinal pill and the cloak, and went down the mountain carefully.
Although he has the intention to immediately follow the person, this is too inconsistent with the previous character design of "Shen Zhixian" - when he first arrived, Shen Zhixian did not plan to change drastically.
First, looking at Yan Jin's attitude, he is afraid that he is cold to this master, and changing his attitude rashly is afraid that it will only make him more suspicious and rebound, or it is better to take it slowly.
two is…
Shen Zhixian raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his expression gradually calmed down.
The side of this cannon fodder villain... is not as simple as it is written in the book.