Chapter 1219

"Younger martial sister." Zhao Changyuan tightened his lips, turned his head and looked at the sleepy Zhang Linfeng. He got up, found a knife in the wooden house, raised his hand and cut it on his wrist.

He closed his eyes and held back the dizziness in his mind. Zhao Changyuan quickly touched a medicine bottle, squeezed his wrist and put his blood into the medicine bottle drop by drop.

When Zhang Linfeng woke up in uneasiness, he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Changyuan cut his wrist and put blood droplets in the medicine bottle. He was shocked and his heart was full of confusion.

"Brother Shen, what are you doing?" Zhang Linfeng frowned and asked, got up and ran down from the bed.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Changyuan was slightly stunned, looked at Zhang Linfeng and smiled.

"Why are you doing this!" Zhang Linfeng stared at Zhao Changyuan's wrist and was suddenly angry.

Zhang Linfeng was skeptical, but when he saw that Zhao Changyuan seemed to be busy configuring drugs, he endured his doubts, looked after Gong Yueyue seriously and responsibly, and then glanced at Zhao Changyuan from time to time.

Most of the medicinal materials in the medicine bag can't be used. Zhao Changyuan selected two kinds of medicinal powder for a long time and poured them into the medicine bottle he just used to hold blood. Then he tested other medicine bottles one by one and configured them carefully.

Gong Yueyue lost too much blood, suffered great internal force damage, and was drenched in a rainstorm. At this time, the situation is actually very critical. Zhao Changyuan doesn't have enough medicine to cure Gong Yueyue. Using his own blood is the only way to save Gong Yueyue. Naturally, Zhao Changyuan will do it without hesitation.

Zhao Changyuan walked back to the bed again holding the jade bottle, greeted Zhang Linfeng for help, and slowly poured the bloody and smelly liquid in the medicine bottle into Gong Yueyue's mouth.

"Can this really cure the disease?" Zhang Linfeng asked anxiously.

"In medicine, you can trust me once." Zhao Changyuan's black eyes were shining and looked at Zhang Linfeng's eyes with a firm tone.

"I believe you." Zhang Linfeng sipped his mouth and chose to believe.

"Just believe it. I'm going to find some food now. You search the room for anything available. We'll leave immediately after dinner."

Zhao Changyuan put down the medicine bottle, got up and quickly said to Zhang Linfeng, while he hurried outside the wooden house.

It has been exposed here. Zhao Changyuan believes that yesterday's assassins are only the first wave of people. The task has not been completed. He has not been caught yet. There must be a second wave and a third wave of people. He can't stay here for a long time.

Thinking of these, after Zhao Changyuan got out of the wooden house, the first thing he did was not to go into the kitchen to search for food, but to take out something he would treasure every time he went down the mountain, but he never took out.

"Master, I can't guarantee the safety of younger martial sister. I can only bother you."

Zhao Changyuan murmured, opened the small bamboo tube in his hand, and a bug flew out of it.

"Go. I hope you can bring the master back soon." Zhao Changyuan whispered to the insect path. Looking away, it was like talking to the air.

After finishing these, Zhao Changyuan walked to the kitchen.

There was no food to eat in the kitchen. After searching around, Zhao Changyuan went to the vegetable garden, gasped in the muddy vegetable field, found a few edible vegetables, and hurried back to the kitchen for simple frying.

Smelling the smell of the food, Zhang Linfeng had a big appetite. Although Zhao Changyuan didn't take care of the color of the food, Zhang Linfeng didn't care at all. He threw off his cheeks and ate in full swing.

"Eat slowly." Zhao Changyuan smiled and looked at Zhang Linfeng eating. There was a sense of seeing Gong Yueyue eating.

After simply filling his stomach, Zhao Changyuan and Zhang Linfeng together carefully transferred Gong Yueyue to the carriage, and then drove the carriage away quickly with the only useful things in the cabin.

As for Liu Ru's burial place, Zhao Changyuan didn't even have time to go to worship again. He could only turn his head and look deeply, and then decided to leave.

Zhao Changyuan's driving route is still according to the map given by Jiuyou hall. The routes are hidden and not easy to be tracked.

Just looking back at the mud, the traces of the wheels of the carriage are still clear.

"We should get to a dry place as soon as possible." Zhao Changyuan thought in his heart and pulled the reins hard to make the carriage run faster.

Worried that someone would chase after him, Zhao Changyuan did not dare to relax his vigilance all the way and increased the speed of the carriage to the maximum. Even if the bumpy road would cause discomfort to Gong Yueyue and Zhang Linfeng in the carriage, Zhao Changyuan never dared to slow down.

It may also be that God thought that the fate arranged for Zhao Changyuan was too cruel. Later, Zhao Changyuan fled all the way in a carriage for two days, but no one appeared.

At this time, the road is already a dry place. Zhao Changyuan also wrapped a layer of cloth around the wheels on both sides of the carriage, so that it basically left no trace when driving on the road. After seven turns and eight turns, Zhao Changyuan was confident that no one could find his own people.

After a little peace of mind, Zhao Changyuan drove the carriage to find a quiet place, stopped the carriage, put the exhausted horses to eat grass and rest, and drilled himself into the carriage.

"Younger martial sister still didn't wake up?" Zhao Changyuan squatted beside Gong Yueyue, worried and pulled up Gong Yueyue's wrist to feel Gong Yueyue's pulse again.

"No." Zhang Linfeng curled his mouth and held back the sadness and fear at the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Changyuan Jun's face was dignified. After feeling his pulse for a moment, he felt a medicine bottle from his arms again. That's the medicine bottle he received before.

"Brother Shen, do you want to use your own blood?" Zhang Linfeng's eyes were full of pain and resistance, and his voice asked with a cry.

"This is the only way I can think of now." With a wry smile, Zhao Changyuan took out the short knife at his waist and cut his wrist again.

After Gong Yueyue took the second bottle of medicine mixed with his own blood, Zhao Changyuan was also a little nervous and nervous.

In the past, when he used his blood to treat Gong Yueyue, he never woke up for so long.

"Do wake up." Zhao Changyuan shouted at the bottom of his heart, raising doubts about his blood for the first time.

After two days of great anxiety and worry hidden in the hearts of Zhao Changyuan and Zhang Linfeng, Gong Yueyue finally slowly opened his eyes.

Gong Yueyue felt that his throat was dry and smoking, and his eyes were sour and unbearable. He frowned immediately.

"Sister Su woke up!" Zhang Linfeng jumped up and shouted.

"Younger martial sister, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Changyuan rushed in like a wind. Seeing that Gong Yueyue really woke up, there was a strong tear in his black eyes. He picked up Gong Yueyue and asked.

"I want to drink water." Gong Yueyue gave up the action of opening his eyes and said in a trance.

Zhao Changyuan and Zhang Linfeng hurriedly and happily took a few drops of water to Gong Yueyue. They wanted to prepare some food for Gong Yueyue, but they didn't expect Gong Yueyue to fall asleep again.