Unconsciously, I had been tossing and turning all night. The sky in the east had become somewhat brighter at this moment, while the stars and the moon above my head were slowly disappearing into the magnificent navy blue sky.
When he saw the female disciple of Mingwang Sect appear, Yan Liqiang sat down on the ground without caring about his image, gasping violently.
Just now, at the critical moment of life and death, his spirit had been tense, and he didn't feel anything wrong. But when he relaxed at this moment, he felt that after tossing and turning all night, in the words of his previous life, his body felt as if it had been hollowed out. There was no part of his body that didn't feel sore or painful, from head to toe. Even raising his arms felt a little laborious...
First, he sniped Ali Gujin in Huijiaji, then ran for dozens of kilometers and killed the sinister old man Shatu. Afterwards, he was chased by someone, and he ran and fought to the death again.
Yan Liqiang himself couldn't remember how many kilometers he had run tonight, how many people he had killed, and how many times he had fought with the Black Wind Bandits.
Damn it, I never thought that one day I would be more awesome than Rambo!
Yan Liqiang couldn't help but think with some self-mockery.
The mountain breeze before dawn blew up along the distant valley, making the grass on the meadow undulate like waves. Yan Liqiang shivered when he was blown by the mountain breeze, and suddenly he felt that his clothes were almost wet again. He didn't know whether it was sweat or dew in the grass.
You must find something to eat. At this time, only by quickly replenishing your physical strength and calories can you restore your body to vitality again. Otherwise, if any danger comes again, it will be terrible.
Yan Liqiang, who had died once, understood the value of life even more. Thinking of this in his heart, Yan Liqiang gritted his teeth and stood up shakily. But just as he stood firm, he felt a little weak under his feet, as if he was stepping on a pile of cotton, and he couldn't help but want to fall down.
But a hand appeared in time and supported Yan Liqiang.
The female disciple of Mingwang Sect flashed to the side of Yan Liqiang and supported the staggering Yan Liqiang.
"Don't move..." After taking a look at the wounds on Yan Liqiang's body, the woman stuck the sword in her hand into the ground, took out a medicine bag from her waist, took out a medicine bottle from the medicine bag, then tore off her sleeves, bit her sleeves with her mouth, tore the sleeves into strips of cloth, and began to bandage the wounds on Yan Liqiang's body.
Yan Liqiang looked extremely miserable at this time. In addition to the knife wounds from the battle, his clothes were torn a lot when he was fleeing through the bushes and thorns. There were more than twenty scars on his body, big and small.
It was the first time that Yan Liqiang was so close to this woman. The faint fragrance from this woman naturally penetrated into Yan Liqiang's nose. When the woman's cold and delicate fingers touched the skin near his wound, Yan Liqiang felt like an electric shock, and the hairs on his body stood up all of a sudden.
Yan Liqiang's body was stiff as he let the woman bandage his wounds. He didn't dare to move. He quietly looked at the woman's face. Her eyebrows, eyes, and nose matched the woman's face. There was an indescribable rhythm. She looked very beautiful, but also revealed a coldness that kept people away from her, and a trace of stubbornness and sadness that was difficult to conceal...
"After tonight, we will be friends for life and death. My name is Yan Liqiang, what's your name?" Feeling that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little silent, and that this woman didn't seem to be the kind of person who liked to talk, Yan Liqiang, as a man, took the initiative to speak.
The woman did not raise her head, still concentrating on bandaging Yan Liqiang's wound. After a few seconds, she calmly uttered three words, "Mo Ziye..."
"How did you find this place?"
"There are traces of you left along the way..." Mo Ziye's voice still did not fluctuate much.
Yan Liqiang thought about it and laughed. There were indeed a lot of traces left. The Black Wind Bandits he killed along the way were the best signposts. The two Black Wind Bandit masters who were chasing him had overcome all obstacles along the way and would have left many clues. If a person was careful, it would not be difficult to find this place. However, Yan Liqiang did not expect Mo Ziye to recover so quickly, and knowing that she was being chased, she still managed to come to save herself. It seems that although this woman appears cold on the outside, she is a kind-hearted and warm-hearted person in her heart. If she was not worried about his safety, there would be no need for this woman to go to such great lengths to chase him after she woke up.
Mo Ziye's movements were skillful and quick. In the blink of an eye, the most serious knife wounds on Yan Liqiang's body had been bandaged.
"What's wrong with your hand?" After bandaging several wounds on Yan Liqiang's body, Mo Ziye also found that Yan Liqiang's right hand was abnormally swollen. She gently pinched Yan Liqiang's arm, and Yan Liqiang hissed and took a breath.
"Just now I was fighting with the guy whose head you chopped off. This guy was about to advance to a martial artist and could release his inner energy. Just now, a stream of his inner energy penetrated me, and this is what happened..."
After hearing what Yan Liqiang said, Mo Ziye checked Yan Liqiang's swollen hand again, then took out a medicine bottle from his medicine bag and handed it to Yan Liqiang, "This is our Mingwang Sect's Wuxiao Pill, you just need to take two pills..."
Yan Liqiang took the medicine bottle, carefully poured out two orange-red pills, swallowed them in one gulp without thinking, then covered the bottle and handed it to Mo Ziye again.
"Keep this bottle of medicine. If the injury on your hand has not healed tomorrow, take two more pills tomorrow!" Mo Ziye did not take the bottle of medicine. Instead, he shook his head and gave the whole bottle of medicine to Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang put the medicine bottle close to his body and said, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome. If you really want to thank someone, I should be the one thanking you!" Mo Ziye looked into Yan Liqiang's eyes, his gaze trembling, and his voice was a little more emotional, "Thank you for bringing out my brother's body at that time..."
"If I don't bring out your brother's body, I'm afraid you'll fight me to death!" Yan Liqiang sighed, "The dead can't be resurrected. Anyway, the old man Shatu who killed your brother is dead, and the revenge has been avenged. You should think more positively!"
Hearing what Yan Liqiang said, a look of sadness appeared on Mo Ziye's face again, and a circle of sparkling tears appeared in his eyes again, but he forced himself not to cry. Yan Liqiang went straight to the body of the Black Wind Bandit whose head had been chopped off, squatted down, and started searching on the body.
"What are you looking for?" Mo Ziye couldn't help but ask.
"I'm looking for something to eat. I've been busy all night. If I don't eat something, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on any longer!"
"I have a little..."
"No, you keep it. You need it too. Although these Black Wind Bandits deserve to die, the supplies and dry food they carry are not a sin. I can just find something to eat from them. You definitely can't eat what they carry..."
As Yan Liqiang was speaking, he had already found a large piece of dried beef in a small leather bag that the Black Wind Bandit had carried with him on his body.
When these Black Wind bandits go out to commit crimes, they always carry weapons and dry food with them. If they are hungry, they eat immediately and leave at the same time, which does not waste any time at all.
If it were in his previous life, Yan Liqiang would definitely not look for food on a dead person, but in this life, after so many experiences, Yan Liqiang's nerves have become stronger and stronger.
Yan Liqiang ate voraciously, and in a short while, he had eaten only half of a one-pound piece of beef jerky.
After eating this high-calorie food, Yan Liqiang's hollowed-out body slowly felt a bit of vitality.
Mo Ziye was very patient. He just stood by and watched Yan Liqiang wolf down his food quietly without saying a word or urging him to do so.
When half of the beef jerky was left, Yan Liqiang remembered the yellow-haired man who had made such a great contribution. He waved at the yellow-haired man in the bushes and waved the beef jerky in his hand, "Come here, yellow-haired man, have something to eat..."
The yellow-haired man, whose fierce look had completely disappeared, lay on the ground, looking at Yan Liqiang pitifully, but did not come over. He just made a humming sound from his mouth.
Yan Liqiang felt strange, so he walked over, parted the grass and took a closer look, only to find that one of the yellow-haired beast's legs was broken. This was the price that Huangmao paid for biting the black wind bandit's leg just now. The black wind bandit's kick just now broke Huangmao's leg, but Huangmao was too smart. Even though his leg was clearly broken, he was still half-lying on the ground, pretending to be fierce, helping Yan Liqiang to hold the scene...
Yan Liqiang was so moved that he almost cried. He touched the yellow-haired boy's head and fed the beef jerky in his hand into his mouth. He let the yellow-haired boy eat and glanced at Mo Ziye. "Mo... Sister Mo... do you still have the medicine you gave me just now?"
Mo Ziye should be five or six years older than Yan Liqiang, so Yan Liqiang thought about it and decided to just call her Sister Mo.
"Is this your dog?" Mo Ziye took two steps forward and looked at the yellow hair on the ground.
"Well, that's right. This dog is very smart. It was injured just now while trying to save me. Your medicine should work on dogs!"
"Take it and use it. Just sprinkle the medicine on the injured area and bandage it. The medicine will slowly seep in!" Mo Ziye took out the bottle of medicine and handed it to Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang took the medicine, tore off a piece of his sleeve, sprinkled some medicine on the broken part of Huangmao's leg, and then wrapped Huangmao's short leg with cloth.
Although Huangmao's broken leg was bandaged, he still couldn't walk and all three legs limped.
Seeing this, Yan Liqiang simply ran to the grass, found the coat he had just used as a trap and bait, made a cloth stretcher, picked up the yellow-haired man, and hung it on himself. Then he put away his black scale and the scimitar that the Black Wind Bandit could use to fight against the black scale, and then left here with Mo Ziye...
The sky gradually brightened, and along the way, no more Black Wind Bandits were seen.
"Sister Mo, did you encounter the Black Wind Bandits on the road?"
"I met more than ten of them, but I killed them all..." Although Mo Ziye still looked like an icy beauty, she seemed to have accepted Yan Liqiang's title...
(End of this chapter)