Chapter 791

Yan Xi half open eyes, back against a huge dead wood, sitting on the wet grass, looking at a corner of the sky revealed in the cracks of many leaves.

This should be the third night. After tonight, I have been in the deep forest for three days. I'm so hungry

Yan Xi picked up a weed and chewed it in her mouth, hoping to relieve the convulsion.

This is how she survived these days. When she was thirsty, she went to drink the mountains and waters seeping through the cracks in the rocks. When she was hungry, she chewed a few weeds. When she heard that there was a wild animal passing by, she hid in a huge tree hole behind her. It was just like this. Her body became less and less energetic, and her spirit became more and more depressed. From time to time, she would feel sleepy and sleep for several hours Hours.

In such a state, she really didn't know when she could survive. However, she had to be strong no matter how hard she was. In case someone came to save her, in case That man will come.

Looking at the few stars in the gap, Yan Xi gave a light smile, and then hid in the tree hole and closed her eyes.

How do you feel More and more tired

"To the sun." Fang Yun pulls up the decadent Wen Xiangyang and pushes him to the bedroom. "You go to change your clothes first. Let's go out for dinner."

Wen Xiangyang has locked himself at home since he was preparing for wanyanxi's funeral. He doesn't eat food, drink water or sleep. His whole life has completely changed and he has lost his soul.

Fang Yun worried about him and thought it was a good chance to get close to him, so he came to his house and took him out to dinner.

Because of the previous contact, Wen Xiangyang's rejection of Fang Yun is no longer as big as before. In the face of the enthusiastic Fang Yun, he frowns and thinks about it. He just lets her arrange it and gets up to change a suit.

"I went out of my way to find a new store. It's said that it's very delicious and it's super to your taste." Fang Yun chattered from the beginning of going out, followed him to the basement, "ah, I'll drive."

Wen Xiangyang held the car key and said nothing.

Fang Yun naturally took the key, opened the front passenger's door, pushed the expressionless Wen Xiangyang in, and sat in the driver's seat.

"You see, you'd better stop driving now. I'll take you today, and you'll enjoy being served by others."

Fang Yun blinked cunningly, and Wen Xiangyang's side head reluctantly hooked the corner of his mouth, which was a response.

Fang Yun doesn't care too much. She probably knows how hard Yan Xi's death has hit Wen Xiangyang. If Wen Xiangyang has such a reaction to her, she will be satisfied. She will get better in the future.

Wen Xiangyang's face is not very good. She is absent-minded all the time. Fang Yun doesn't insist. When she arrives at the restaurant, she orders all the dishes according to Wen Xiangyang's taste. It's not difficult for her at all. She knows exactly what Wen Xiangyang likes.

"Xiangyang, people can't come back from death. Everyone is very sad, but it will get better, won't it? Life still has to go on." Fang Yun said suddenly.

Yan Xi's death is a pain point in Wen Xiangyang's heart. When he heard Fang Yun say it, he wanted to refute it. However, when he looked up and saw Fang Yun's sad eyes, he stiffly stopped.

Yes, Fang Yun is also very sad, but she has to think of ways to comfort herself. Wen Xiangyang suddenly feels a little sorry, and Fang Yun doesn't seem as annoying as before.

So Wen Xiangyang wanted to look into her eyes, smile at her and tell her that he was OK.

Who knows a look up, in front of suddenly a fuzzy, Wen Xiangyang lost squint, a little at a loss to rub his eyes, this is how?

Fang Yun noticed that Wen Xiangyang's face was different. Seeing that his face was a little worse than just now, he quickly stepped forward to help him.

"Fang Yun..." Wen Xiangyang wanted to say something, but he fainted in the dark.

When Wen Xiangyang wakes up again, he is already lying on his bed. Fang Yun is washing a towel to wipe his face.

"What's the matter with me?" A husky voice.

Fang Yun saw Wen Xiangyang wake up, relieved, stroking his chest.

"You finally wake up. I'm so worried. The doctor said you have a high fever. Now I'll send you back just after the infusion."

Wen Xiangyang looks up at her. There are some sweat beads on Fang Yun's forehead. He suddenly thinks of something: "did you send me home?"

"Yes." Fang Yun blinked in bewilderment.

This time, Wen Xiangyang was embarrassed: "I'm so heavy as a big man. It's really It's hard for you. "

Fang Yun chuckled: "it's nothing. You are so sad now. I just do what I can, as long as I don't give you any trouble."

"Thank you..." Wen Xiangyang thinks that Fang Yun may not be as bad as he thought before.

"As long as you can be happy, I can do anything. Well, you just got rid of your fever. You'd better have a good rest. I'll make porridge for you. "

With a smile, Fang Yun exits the bedroom and gently closes the door.

She knows that she can get close to Wen Xiangyang now because of Yan Xi. If Yan Xi is still there, she can't have such a close relationship with Wen Xiangyang, and Wen Xiangyang can't say those words to her, but so what? She doesn't care, because Yan Xi is dead.……

Jin Zongliang was lying on the soil, breathing heavily, and feeling the strangeness of his body. He just accidentally rolled down from a low cliff. It's not high, about three or four meters, but it's enough for him. His internal organs seem to have changed completely, and there is a salty smell in his throat.

Jin Zong took a deep breath and slowed down for a long time.

Fortunately, the limbs can move, the head is not dizzy, although the chest is stuffy pain, but it should not fracture, but also adhere to. Thinking about it, Jin Zongliang got up from the ground, patted the dust all over his body, and held tightly a piece of rag on Yan Xi's clothes, a clue he found in the trees last night.

Yan Xi must have been to this place, thought Jin Zongliang. He moved his hands and feet for a while. Regardless of the bloody scratches on his face and wrist, he walked forward firmly.

After walking for a few hours, the sun was gradually shining, the temperature around him was gradually rising, and Jin Zong was about to finish the water in his cold kettle. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

At that time, he was in a hurry and didn't prepare too many things. In the fall just now, he lost a lot of equipment and almost ran out of food. He didn't know how long he could walk.

Give up? Jin Zongliang shakes his head and smiles. These two words have never appeared in his world, but we should really think of some clever ways.

Jin Zongliang stopped and looked around. It was this look that Jin Zongliang caught a glimpse of the figure who was yearning all the time!

"Yan Xi!"

Regardless of anything, he only knew to rush forward and rush to her as soon as possible!