"This king is fine." Baili Liumo's faint voice fell in the wind, and then jumped up to the abrupt place on the stone wall, the long sword in his hand was deeply inserted into the stone wall.
"Hey! Talk to me!" Although she felt the breath go away, Leng Yetong still called out relentlessly, but no matter how much she called, no one would answer her. The carriage fell very fast, and it landed on the bottom of the mountain with a 'bang', rolling up gusts of wind and sand.
Leng Yetong felt like his body was being run over, and it felt a little difficult to raise his hand. He supported his head with one hand, and searched for the mechanism that Baili Liumo said in the dark carriage. With a 'click' sound, the mechanism on the carriage was disengaged, Leng Yetong dragged his tired body and crawled out with the remaining strength of his arms. The white clothes were already stained with blood, as if they were blooming. The change is just as enchanting. Turning over and lying on the ground, panting heavily, his eyelids were heavy, and a sense of fatigue emerged spontaneously. His eyes gradually became unbearable, and then he tilted his head and passed out.
Magnolia petals fell from the sky, then flew around in a circle, and finally a man in white appeared in the center of the petals, as beautiful and refined as a fairy. The man walked to Leng Yetong, leaned down and squatted down, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on her face, a hint of distress flashed in his eyes, he carefully picked her up, and then disappeared without any warning, just like when he came. .
When Baili Liumo slid to the bottom of the mountain little by little, the clothes on his body were covered with dust, and there were faint blood stains on it. His face was pale and his steps were a little vain. carriage. When he arrived, he found that the mechanism of the carriage had been opened, and there were still bloodstains on the messy items inside.
"Pfft!!" His body was a little unsteady, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was slightly black. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the dart stuck on his back. That was when he was running towards the carriage just now. The man in black took advantage of his absence. The one in preparation is obviously poisoned. He coughed twice, and sat cross-legged on the ground, exercising energy, trying to force the poison out of his body.
The man came to a mountain hut with Leng Yetong, who was seriously injured and in a coma. The house was cleaned and the decoration was very warm. He gently placed her on the bed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to touch it. Looking at her face, it's nice to see it again. A force condensed in his palm and enveloped her whole body. The wound on her body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He did not withdraw this force until the heaviest wound on her body had also healed.
"Lan Ling, go pick up some blood-enriching herbs and bring them back, then boil them into a soup and send them over." Beichen Moxuan turned his head slightly, as if speaking into the air.
"Yes, Young Master." Lan Ling slowly appeared in the air, responded lightly, and then disappeared into the air again.
"Xing'er, I finally see you again." Beichen Moxuan washed the handkerchief, sat beside the bed, raised his hand to clean up the dirt on her face, a gentle and contented smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and the love between his eyebrows Intention seems to melt everything.