It feels good to show off, but in fact others will chase you by the shore, and even the riders you saw along the shore before might be killers.
Zhao Changhe did not dare to stop. He pulled Cui Yuanyang and ran away as fast as he could. When he rushed out of the road and saw the fields, he ran directly to the ridges of the fields. After a while, he slipped into a clump of trees, faster than a rabbit.
There are no mountains... Fortunately, there are still many forests in the ancient world, and any shelter is enough. Others on horseback cannot chase us, and if they do, there is terrain that can be used for a short rest.
It was already dusk when we boarded the ship. The fierce battle lasted until they crossed the river to escape, but it was not yet completely dark, which shows how short the time was.
But this short period of time was the time when Zhao Changhe suffered the most injuries since he traveled through time. He was kicked before and was stung by a poisonous sting underwater. His chest was still bleeding. His tattered clothes were covered in bright red, and his face was pale and in extremely bad condition.
But at least we have crossed the river. Have we overcome the most troublesome hurdle
Zhao Changhe sat tiredly behind a tree, panting hard: "This is fucking unscientific. Why doesn't the poison in his weapon dissolve in water? Isn't he afraid of drinking the poisoned water..."
Cui Yuanyang shook her head. She didn't know much about the martial arts world, and she didn't have the time to get to the bottom of it like Zhao Changhe did. Seeing Zhao Changhe bleeding without a bandage, she felt that if he continued bleeding like this, he would lose too much blood and die without a fight...
She stamped her feet and said, "You are such a person, you are still thinking about this at this time... And, you should talk less if you are injured, because talking will aggravate the wound. You actually raised your breath and said something like "see you later..."
"Ahem." Zhao Changhe coughed dryly: "You don't need anything else, but you have to pretend to be powerful. You don't understand."
Cui Yuanyang: “…”
"Hey, what do you think about that arrow I just shot? Can I give myself a name from now on? How about Zilong? My last name happens to be Zhao."
"What are you talking about! You should have a good rest!" Cui Yuanyang stomped his feet in anger, but Zhao Changhe just laughed.
There's really nothing I can do about him, but it really hurts to see him like this.
Thinking about how he cut his own flesh and poured wine on it just now, it was really painful for the bystanders, but his expression did not change at all. Cui Yuanyang really felt that even the elders in his family who were on the Heaven and Earth Ranking could not compare with this man's bravery, they were simply not on the same level.
Is this the difference between bandits and wealthy families
No, there is only him, Zhao Changhe, in the whole world.
He is in such a bad condition now, all because of the injuries he suffered while escorting her... What can I do for him
Cui Yuanyang bit his lower lip and thought for a while, then turned behind a tree.
Zhao Changhe didn't pay attention to her movements. He was joking verbally, but he was actually using his internal energy to force out the poison.
The medicine Cui Yuanyang gave just now only suppressed the spread of the poison, but did not detoxify it. But the advantage of having internal strength is that the poison can be forced out. Everyone on TV can do it, so it doesn't make sense that I can't do it when it's my turn. After all, Xia Ji's Eight Refinements should be considered a divine skill!
In fact, a closer look revealed that this toxin was not very powerful, at least it was not fatal, and its main effects were corrosion and muscle softening, so its toxicity and permeability were also very general, making it relatively easy to handle. Under the influence of internal energy, it was almost visibly visible that the toxins in the blood were slowly squeezed out and discharged through the wound.
One could even feel that some of the toxins were directly dissolved by the internal energy and had no effect at all.
It is basically certain that Xia Longyuan's martial arts has another characteristic: high resistance to poison, which will be a boon for his future career.
I always feel that its nature is becoming more and more like the Nine Yang Divine Art. It's a pity that I cannot practice this technique as my major at the moment because of the so-called age disadvantage... After all, Zhang Wuji has had the Wudang Nine Yang as a foundation since he was a child.
Forget it, I don’t have the heart to think about these things for now.
The poison was discharged smoothly, but Zhao Changhe felt more and more tired.
Just now, he was holding on with a strong bloodiness, as if he didn't even feel much pain. In fact, it's not that he is such a tough guy, but it has a lot to do with the characteristics of the Blood Evil Art. It is well known that people can ignore a lot of things when they are in a high state, and one of the characteristics of the Blood Evil Art is to make people enter this state.
But at the same time, when he was in a state of blood evil, he was particularly prone to fatigue, and he was very tired now.
Not only was I feeling tired, but the wounds that I had previously managed to hold on to as if they didn't hurt were now starting to hurt; I previously thought that the internal injuries from being kicked were not a big deal, but now I was also feeling a dull pain in my lower abdomen.
After entering the water, I was soaking wet without even wiping myself, and now the dampness and coldness were beginning to invade me.
All kinds of states are coming.
The worst thing is that the painful negative effects of the Blood Evil Technique also began to take effect due to the high intensity of the technique.
I can endure the pain when I’m in good condition, but what about when I’m weak
It was as if all the accumulated debuffs exploded in an instant. When Cui Yuanyang came out from behind the tree, he saw that Zhao Changhe, who was like a god in his mind, had slipped from his sitting position to the ground, curled up into a ball and groaned in pain.
"Brother Zhao!" Cui Yuanyang hurried forward to help him: "What's wrong with you? I, I still have medicine..."
But when she looked down at Zhao Changhe's eyes, Cui Yuanyang was even more shocked. Those eyes had turned blood red, full of madness and violence, as if they were going to pounce on her and tear her to pieces in the next second. Zhao Changhe, whose negative state had fully erupted, was about to lose control of his irrational murderous spirit for the first time. Or it could be said that he didn't want to suppress it subconsciously. When he was no longer awake, perhaps he would no longer feel pain
"You..." He maintained his last will and whispered with difficulty: "Stay away from me, the farther the better... I am... very dangerous now..."
"Impossible!" Cui Yuanyang said anxiously, "You are in such a bad condition now, and your wound is still bleeding! How can I just leave you alone!"
"It's not a question of whether you abandon me or not... It's that my technique may cause me to lose my mind, and I can't control it... I will no longer be myself at that time... Stay away from me, quickly... uh..."
Cui Yuanyang suddenly stretched out his finger and pressed Zhao Changhe's acupoints, blocking the rest of his words.
"You really thought Yangyang was stupid!" Cui Yuanyang muttered, "Your brain is burnt out now, can't you even think of my acupuncture points?"
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Cui Yuanyang bit his lower lip and began to take off Zhao Changhe's tattered clothes.
Zhao Changhe: “?”
He was almost scared out of his confused state of mind. What are you doing
The little white rabbit worked hard to peel off the big black bear's clothes, and with a slightly red face, he touched out a piece of red silk cloth.
When Zhao Changhe saw the mandarin ducks on the cloth, he was stunned.
Isn't this your bellyband
Cui Yuanyang glanced at him, with an unclear expression of anger or resentment in her eyes. She lowered her head shyly, sprinkled some medicine powder on Zhao Changhe's wound, and carefully wrapped it with the bandage made of a bellyband.
This might indeed be the only thing available that could be used as a bandage.
“Are you still feeling uncomfortable?” Cui Yuanyang straightened his clothes again, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead due to the pain he was enduring, and said softly: “You don’t have to bear everything by yourself… Yangyang is not a little fool who will only hold us back.”
Zhao Changhe twitched his lips.
That's true. After all, you know how to row... You cooperated well too. You swung the rope when I asked you to. It was quick and neat.
In fact, this girl has great potential.
"Now it's my turn to take care of you." Cui Yuanyang picked up some more medicine and stuffed it into Zhao Changhe's mouth: "I don't know how to solve the disadvantages of your blood evil power... These are medicines to restore vitality and replenish qi and blood. If you take them and have a good rest for a while, you should be much better..."
Then he scratched his head and said, "I'm not sure either, I'm just guessing. Maybe I'm too weak to be nourished?"
Zhao Changhe: “…”
I also feel that there are aphrodisiacs in your medicines... Actually, you can relieve my mute point first, really.
Forget it, let’s try the internal energy acupuncture.
The sky finally turned completely dark, and the forest was pitch black. Cui Yuanyang felt a little guilty. The pillar of support that he relied on the most in his heart had fallen. Now it was dark and windy, and everything around him was scary. But he knew that someone was looking for him, so he didn't dare to light a fire.
Forget it, let’s go find some water for Brother Zhao to drink first.
Cui Yuanyang turned around to leave, and with a cry of "Ouch", he hit a tree root on the ground and fell to the ground.
The rabbit ears fell forward, and Cui Yuanyang lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, crying. The little emotion that was trying hard to take care of others collapsed in an instant.
There are three entrances, Yangyang is really useless.
I shouldn't have let him walk on this thorny road. It would have been so nice to go with him to see the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River... Woo woo woo...
A voice could be heard faintly from outside: "Go look in that direction! Zhao Changhe is injured, he can't run far!"
People finally found this place!
Cui Yuanyang suddenly jumped up, rushed over and tried to carry Zhao Changhe on her back and run away, but Zhao Changhe was unexpectedly heavy and she couldn't carry him on her back for a while.
Zhao Changhe sighed from his back: "Finally my mute point is open. What are you trying to do here, you little bitch? Quickly untie my acupoints. Let's start the fight!"
Here's a new book from a friend of mine, "Into Unscience", in which the protagonist travels back in time to change the history of science and technology. It's almost sold out. If you're interested, you can go check it out.
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