Chu Qianxun returned to Spring City all the way, rushed into Gao Yan's room, pulled Gao Yan who was lying on the bed on the verge of death, opened the bottle cap in her hand and poured it into her mouth.
Gao Yan drank half the bottle and seemed to regain some strength. She stopped Chu Qianxun's hand and coughed a few times.
"Wh... what, this smell."
"Drink it all up, don't waste it." Chu Qianxun said.
Gao Yan lowered her head and finally saw what the liquid in the jar was. She knitted her brows tightly, was silent for a while, and finally drank it all with her head raised.
She put the bottle down, wiped her mouth, and lay back silently.
Chu Qianxun sat beside her bed, thinking dully about her own thoughts.
Seeing that Gao Yan's gray face slowly turned bloody, she even had the strength to prop up her body and sat up a little,
"So you know it too."
"Know what?" Chu Qianxun didn't react for a while.
"Knowing that the holy blood, which has been touted as a gift from God, is actually just... human blood." Gao Yan looked at Chu Qianxun, "There are very few people who know about this, and I also learned about it by accident. Don't dare to say it."
When Gao Yan needed it, she was still a woman who knew how to go to work. Compared with Chu Qianxun, she knew a lot of "upper-level people" in the base, and there was a lot of gossip hidden in her stomach. Some of the women in it are ostracized.
Gao Yan's eyes fell on the empty bottle, the mouth of the bottle was dyed a touch of red, "It's ridiculous to think about it, those big guys who use the slogan of eliminating demons every day are just to satisfy their own hidden desires. And that A human demon who is quick to get rid of everyone, but is the real provider of the magic medicine."
Chu Qianxun followed Gao Yan's words for a while, and suddenly felt a shudder.
Once in the streets and alleys of this base, one could easily buy the life-saving medicine and holy blood. While praising the Divine Love Group that produced the magic medicine, people unknowingly cast aside Ye Peitian who provided the blood and blood to save them.
Chu Qianxun murmured: "No wonder there are so many people going to encircle and suppress Ye Peitian one after another. No wonder Ye Peitian has become so crazy."
Gao Yan laughed at herself: "But what can I do? When it's his turn to die, who wouldn't want to get such a life-saving holy blood."
"Thank you, Qianxun." Gao Yan stretched out his hand from the quilt and held Chu Qianxun's hand, "Before, I always thought you were a cold person. It was my fault, I really didn't expect you Can you help me like that."
Gao Yan has always been aggressive and strong, but Chu Qianxun never knew she had such soft hands.
Sometimes they wear their shells too thick, they are used to guarding everyone, keeping a distance from everyone, and they are reluctant to take one more step from each other.
"So, where did you get this from?" Gao Yan raised the empty bottle, "Where did you get it so fresh and untreated..."
"I searched for a long time, but couldn't find the finished product. I went straight to Ye Peitian. He happened to be injured."
The bottle fell to the ground with a bang and rolled, dragging a trace of red.
"Your guts are too fat." Gao Yan covered her mouth.
Chu Qianxun didn't know why she was so courageous. Maybe in her subconscious, the murderer was not such a terrifying person.
The sky was already getting slightly brighter, and Chu Qianxun returned to his room. The bean paste that was too late to eat last night had formed into lumps after a night of time. Chu Qianxun added a bit of boiling water to it, stirred it up, and poured it into his stomach in one breath, regardless of whether it was delicious or unpalatable.
There was a broken glass mirror on the table. The woman in the mirror has messy hair, haggard face, and eyes less than twenty-five years old. This is a woman whose back has long been bent by life, who dare not do anything, dare not manage anything, and can live a day with her head shrunk.
Chu Qianxun silently stared at the mirror for a while, then lay down on the bed.
After running around all day and night, she was obviously very tired, but she couldn't sleep. She stared at the worn mosquito net above her head for a while, rolled twice on the bed, and sat up. Lie down again, lie down and sit up again.
After repeating this a few times, Chu Qianxun got up and stretched out his head from the windowsill full of vegetables, and shouted downstairs,
"Crazy woman, buy something."
The downstairs window was pushed open with a bang, and a freckled woman stuck out her head with a toothbrush in her mouth, muttering vaguely, "What do you want?"
"Here's a bag of cereal, do you have eggs? I want two."
"Where did you get rich and eat so well? The mad woman poked the toothpaste from her mouth. "You wait." "
"Hey." Chu Qianxun stopped her and added, "Is there any rock candy? Come here."
Eggs and rock candy are precious items in this era, and the price is not cheap.
Chu Qianxun dangled a basket from the window. In the basket were five first-order demons that were green and sparkling, and then replaced them with a small bag of food. In her memory, it was that person's favorite food.
After a while, she put a bowl of cooked oatmeal porridge on the head of Gaoyan's bed. Eggs were beaten in the porridge, which was bright yellow and had a hint of sweetness. Gao Yan saw tears coming out.
Chu Qianxun put the rest of the porridge in a thermos, packed a backpack, and left the city.
The small building outside the city looked no different from when Chu Qianxun left.
Chu Qianxun lifted up the layers of vines and got in.
The sky was already bright outside, but the sight inside the house was still dim. The room was covered with thick dust, and a few pieces of broken furniture could be vaguely seen in the corners.
In the middle of the floor, there was a bottle of water with the lid open and a piece of dry food spread out, apparently untouched by anyone.
There was a shocking pool of blood next to the food. Chu Qianxun followed the traces of the blood to find it. In a narrow corner of the wall, he found Ye Peitian curled up and leaning against it.
His face was pale, his head was against the wall, and he had fallen into a complete coma, and the blood under his body flowed out all the way along the wall.
On the floor in front of him, there was a small cluster of yellow sand, and in the center of the yellow sand was a small night light that was still shining slightly.
Although he broke his hand and was injured so badly, he still used his ability to drag this bit of light to his side.
Chu Qianxun touched Ye Peitian carefully, and the body leaning against the wall fell down and fell into her arms.
She grabbed the icy body with one hand, and lifted the coat that was almost soaked with blood with the other, revealing the dilapidated body.
There were several penetrating wounds on Ye Peitian's body, and those hideous wounds flashed with tiny black arcs from time to time. Whenever the wounds began to heal, those arcs flashed and brutally tore the wounds from the inside.
Ye Peitian is an immortal, and his recovery ability should be amazing. The broken arms by himself have healed and no longer bleed. But these special wounds on his body are still opening repeatedly, causing him to be in a state of continuous blood loss.
Chu Qianxun's brows furrowed tightly. Such a wound was caused by a holy weapon with a "bleeding" effect.
The so-called holy weapon is a weapon made by humans after killing a monster and using the body of a monster. If it is ingeniously designed and well-made, it will be able to carry some of the abilities of the monster before it was alive, so weapons with special abilities are called holy weapons.
The holy weapon with the "bleeding" effect is very rare, and it is the weapon that almost all melee saints desire to have. The wounds injured by such weapons will continue to bleed and cannot heal on their own. The wound on Ye Peitian's body was caused by such a high-level holy artifact.
If you want to heal this kind of injury, you need to apply a liquid extracted from the body of the monster, and then cooperate with the healer's ability to dispel it, so that it can slowly heal. Most of the injured have died from excessive blood loss during the treatment process.
Ye Peitian will not die because of this, but it may be another cruelty to him.
Chu Qianxun opened the thermal pot he brought, stretched out Ye Peitian's pale lips, and fed him a spoonful of warm cereal.
The hungry body received food, and even in a coma it still reacted. His throat rolled, his bloodless lips quivered and opened, and his pale tongue stirred gently in his mouth, expressing his craving for food.
The stronger the recovery ability, the greater the energy consumption when the wound is healed, which will produce a strong sense of hunger. Chu Qianxun didn't understand why Ye Peitian didn't eat the food he left behind before.
She spooned oatmeal with eggs and sugar and fed it to the unconscious man one by one.
Ye Peitian's long eyelashes moved slightly and suddenly opened.
Leng Sensen's eyes were filled with ice that would never melt for ten thousand years. He was like a dying beast, with bloodthirsty, hatred and killing in his eyes.
It took a moment for him to wake up from that violent state and slowly see the person in front of him.
The woman came back and was feeding him with a jar of food.
Ye Peitian needs food. The heavier the injury, the more hungry he became. Hunger burned his stomach and every blood vessel in his body, causing him to suffer unbearably. But the more serious the injury, it often means that he has less chance to replenish his energy. He was accustomed to enduring this kind of hungry torment, enduring until the injury recovered, enduring until he was able to crawl out of the quagmire by himself.
He thought he was ridiculous, and he lived such a miserable life, but he was more stubborn in guarding that little bit of poor self-esteem.
When the woman left, she left food on the ground. But without his hands, he didn't want to lie on the ground like a dog and eat what others left behind.
He could only stay away from that position, curling himself into a corner.
The spoon with the food was raised in front of him, Ye Peitian turned his face away.
The aroma of food permeated his body, and he found a taste in his mouth and throat that he desperately wanted to get again.
"Eat it, it's sweet." In that seductive voice, the hot food was handed to his lips. Before his body could react, he opened his mouth in shame and put the feed Swallow the food that comes to your mouth.
Warm oatmeal wrapped in fragrant eggs rolled down his throat all the way, soothing his hungry stomach, and there was a trace of sweetness between his lips and tongue.
Like the woman said, it's sweet.
This is just a coincidence, Ye Peitian said to himself.
Before the arrival of the Demon Seed, his favorite food was oatmeal with a hint of sweetness, but even in those days of abundant supplies, his father and stepmother rarely cared about his taste. Not to mention delusional that at such a time, someone will specially prepare a piece of his favorite food for him.
Since the first mouthful was fed, the second mouthful and the third mouthful would follow naturally.
Ye Peitian was restless and restless, at a loss,
Killing this woman, crawling back to his empty castle, and retreating into the corner of his habit, can return to the peace he wants. He kept talking in his mind.
Although his hands are broken, his powers have been restored, and killing such a weak and low-level saint is not a problem at all.
The yellow sand on the ground began to float, but it did not condense into sharp soil thorns at all, but rolled back and forth happily on the ground like his uncontrolled body.
Chu Qianxun took out a thin blanket from his backpack and wrapped Ye Peitian's body with his entire head.
"Be patient, I'll take you into the base to treat the wound." The woman crouched down and said to him.
When the woman picked him up, Ye Peitian found sadly that he was looking forward to the feeling of being held by this woman in his heart.
Apart from being chased and killed, he has not been so calm and normal with a similar person for several years, so that he is a little bit expectant when he is dazed, flustered, and overwhelmed. Although he knew he was going to be disappointed, he couldn't help but imagine that the man who had wrapped him in a blanket and hugged him carefully had a little kindness towards him, and not just wanted to take his flesh and blood.
The man led him out of the dark room and into the bright outdoors.
He rested his head on the woman's shoulder and heard that familiar heartbeat again.
Forget it, Ye Peitian closed her eyes in the dazzling sunlight, no matter what she plans to do to me in the future, I won't take her life.