Hearing this, Song Yiping laid her down, scooped a bowl of snake soup and came to her side, then helped her up and leaned her against his arms, carefully feeding her little sips at a time.
Looking at the snake soup flowing down the corners of her mouth, Song Yiping couldn't help but feel anxious. She was unconscious and couldn't eat at all, so she couldn't eat it even if she was fed like this.
After thinking for a while, he picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of the snake soup, then leaned over and used his mouth to transfer the soup into her mouth.
Feng Jiu, who was drinking soup at the side, caught a glimpse of this scene and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. This kid is really good!
Xuanyuan Moze glanced at it calmly and then looked away, looking at Fengjiu and asked, "Do you want another bowl?"
"Have you eaten yet?" Feng Jiu asked. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she smiled and said, "If you haven't eaten yet, eat a little first. The soup is so rich now, and it's full of essence."
She said with a smile, finished the soup in the bowl, and scooped a bowl for him.
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Moze reached out to take it and started drinking.
After Song Yiping fed him half a bowl, he saw the eyelashes of the unconscious person tremble slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes. When those calm eyes saw the person in front of them, confusion emerged.
"Yiping?"
Her voice was extremely weak, so feeble that if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it at all.
"It's me, A Ling, I'm back." Song Yiping looked at her with red eyes, his voice choked as if something was blocking his throat.
"I must be dead to see you." Her eyes were empty and she muttered. She was burned to death by her people.
She must have died to see the person she had been thinking about all the time, and she must have died to not feel the pain of the flames burning her body.
"No, you're not dead, A Ling, you're fine, Madam Ling saved you, you're still alive." Song Yiping said quickly, and helped her up so that she could see Feng Jiu beside her.
"Look, this is Madam Ling. She saved you."
Ye Ling's empty eyes fell on the woman in green by the fire. A woman she had never seen before, was it she who saved her? She must be a very powerful person to be able to save her under the noses of the eight families.
"Thank you very much."
She said thank you softly, tears falling from her eyes. Her tribe wanted to burn her to death, but a stranger saved her.
Fengjiu looked at her and said, "Drink another bowl of soup! It will nourish your body." Then she glanced at Song Yiping.
"Yes, yes, drink another bowl of soup to warm your body." Song Yiping said, and quickly scooped another bowl of soup and carefully fed her.
After drinking the soup, she was too weak to stand the tossing and turning, and fell asleep in Song Yiping's arms. Watching her fall asleep, Song Yiping couldn't help but look at Fengjiu.
"Mrs. Ling."
Feng Jiu stood up and came to her side to check on her. After a long moment, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she said, "She has a pure Yin body, but now her body is severely depleted of essence, energy and blood, just like..." She was in deep thought, staring at Ye Ling thoughtfully.
"Like what?" Song Yiping couldn't help asking.
Fengjiu did not answer him, but came to Xuanyuan Moze and said, "Husband, do you think there are any ghosts that can hide in her body?" She felt that something was wrong with her body.