Chapter 263

Mountains and rivers cherish each other's beauty and withered bones

What's that noise?

I don't know when, every month, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the sky in confusion for a while. The voice just sounded clearly in my ears, which seemed to wake her up from a white world with magic.

When she moved, her hand touched a body and turned to see that it was Xiao Jiuyin. He was still there. Yes, he rolled down with himself.

Looking up, it was a precipice, as if they had been obliquely split from it. They rolled down all the way from the highest place. God, now they know how dangerous it is.

"Xiao Jiuyin, Xiao Jiuyin, wake up." every month, she didn't dare to move his body, so she had to pat him on the face first, but she didn't want to be wrapped by a big hand just after patting twice. "How do you feel when you wake up?" her eyes asked brightly.

For a moment, Xiao Jiuyin felt that her heart had stopped. For nothing else, she looked at her woman with flashing water eyes in front of her.

Her hands are very soft, without the cocoons left by practicing martial arts all year round.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Get up and see if you're okay," she said.

Xiao Jiuyin slowly sat down and moved to find that his right shoulder was a little painful, but fortunately, it didn't hurt much. Every month, she found blood on the place where he got up. She looked up at his head. Sure enough, the hair there was stuck together by blood. It's obvious at this time.

"Does your head... Hurt?" she couldn't bear it.

Xiao Jiuyin smelled the speech and touched the back of his head. There was some pain, but he said, "OK, where is this place?"

Every month shakes her head, saying she doesn't know. Now she can see the sun. It should not be until dawn. They have come out of the black fog.

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered the voice she heard at that time. If she remembered correctly, wasn't it gunpowder? I can't smell gunpowder at the tip of my nose, but the sound and lethality are clearly the power of gunpowder.

Can't it be the gunpowder that people in this time and space have studied?

Without waiting for her to think any more, Xiao Jiuyin had got up and handed her hand to her. She responded that she was still lying on the ground. "Thank you!" she put her hand on his hand and stood up along his strength, but she was too painful to move before she took a step.

"Ah..."

"What's the matter?" Xiao Jiuyin frowned and immediately found something wrong. He took back his hand around her waist and saw that it was red. He looked at her back, the original white clothes had been dyed red, and there were all on his sleeves. He thought the blood was his own, but he didn't think it was hers.

"Don't move first. Tell me where the injury is?" Xiao Jiuyin held her and looked at her face with cold sweat.

Every month took a breath, and she found that she had such a pain behind her, "it seems that she is leaning against her waist, where it hurts..."

Xiao Jiuyin gently stroked her waist, then lifted up her robe and tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped the cloth around her waist every month and strangled her injured place.

Before she could react, the man had been carefully picked up by him. His action was very gentle, gently like holding a treasure, which made him trance every month for a moment.

After all, she is the man she likes. How can she avoid her own heart! But she knows very well who she likes now, and only mu Huaqian.

"Your injury..." she hesitated to ask.

"Never mind."

Just such a few short words, but every month can't ask.

"There's a hut ahead. I'll take you to have a rest."

"Well..."

Not long ago, every month, he put it on a wooden bed with a plain quilt, but there was no dust. Even the table in the house was spotless. Is it possible that there are still people living here? If someone lives, I'm afraid it's also an enemy!

"Who lives here?" asked Feng Yue, lying in bed.

The implication was that he wanted to see who lived here. If it was the enemy, he would be killed. If not, there might be no other people living here. She didn't expect anyone else to stay here safely except the people from hell gate.

"I'll have a look." Xiao Jiuyin nodded out.

Looking at the house every month, it is very simple, but it can shelter from the wind and rain. All you can see is a table, a teapot, a cup and the bed you sleep in.

It seems that she should live here alone. There is not even a place to cook here, because she has scanned everything here as quickly as possible when she was brought in. But although the place is simple, it can be seen that the owner loves cleanliness because the house is spotless.

After a while, Xiao Jiuyin's figure appeared in front of him. Every month, his tired eyes opened again. He also brought back a basin of water. I don't know where he came from.

He said quietly, "I'll treat your wound."

Every month immediately refused, "no, I'm afraid it's hard to deal with here. I'd better deal with it myself when I'm better!"

Xiao Jiuyin looked at her. "If you don't deal with it, your meat will rot."

Every month, the pupil shrinks. It's not so serious! She looked at him with her eyes open.

Xiao Jiuyin gave her a look back. What do you think?

Every month "..."

"Lie down." Xiao Jiuyin's voice without temperature sounded. Every month, he had to do as he said.

Slowly turned over, but it was too painful. Just about to give up, he held her with both hands and lay her face down.

Then, I felt my belt was loosened and my clothes were stripped off. This situation is nothing in modern times, but now in this time and space, I still feel embarrassed even if I turn my back to others.

Xiao Jiuyin frowned. He didn't know how many times he frowned. The reason was that the waist was more serious than he thought. The purple and black skin told him that the meat under her skin was rotten.

He reached out and touched, "does it hurt?"

Every month, the teacher said, "it doesn't hurt."

Sure enough, his eyes sank. "The meat on your waist is rotten and must be cut off."

Every month, I was stunned and turned to look at him. Is it so serious? Why do you just feel special pain when you move, and have no other feelings?

"Is it serious? Did she hurt the bone?" she asked hard. If she hurt the waist bone, she wouldn't have to mix. She would lie and wait for her all her life!

"I don't know yet. I won't know until the rotten meat is cut." he answered truthfully, and his heart sank.

She was silent for a while. Every month she could hear her heartbeat, faster and more nervous. At the moment, the only thing she wanted was not to let mu Huaqian know, otherwise he would be worried.

"You cut it off for me! Don't procrastinate any more, the sooner the better." she said, closing her eyes.

Xiao Jiuyin nodded, took out the basin, poured out the blood and water wiped out every month, then lit a fire, stewed it with water in the basin and waited for it to heat up.

This time, she waited for a long time every month. She fell asleep. Xiao Jiuyin came in with a basin. The knife has been roasted and can cut the skin and meat quickly.

When he didn't wake up every month, he ordered her acupoint by the way to keep her asleep so as not to wake up in pain.

Even if he is a prince, he is not bad at doing these things.

Finally, he tore off his Chinese clothes, carefully wrapped her up, and then carefully dressed her. Now she has a waist injury and can't lie down. She can only lie on her stomach like this, which makes her original enchanting body more curved and exquisite.

Without much nostalgia, he quickly looked away from his eyes and took everything out.

It was a little dark outside. He remembered that the people in the house were afraid that they would be hungry when they woke up, so he walked towards the river, simply cleaned himself and caught some fish, ready to wait for them to wake up every month.

But his sight fell on a floating bamboo raft not far away. The bamboo raft was full of white flowers, in which lay a woman in white.

The woman's face is pale and her chest does not fluctuate. She doesn't look like a living person. Does anyone really live here? Who is this woman?

The bamboo raft didn't float over, but floated slowly along the river. Xiao Jiuyin didn't mind his own business. For him, he wanted to protect the people in the house, not the insignificant dead man.

After catching some fish, he returned to the house. The bamboo raft behind him was still floating, cold and lonely.

Mountains and rivers cherish each other's beauty and withered bones

There was a faint sound from the bamboo raft, but it was a pity that the people who went in didn't hear it.

Back in the room, Xiao Jiuyin lit the kerosene lamp on the table and sat down at the table. The people on the bed still slept soundly and could see that they were really tired.

When it was completely dark, he finally woke up every month. His waist felt clear and cool without pain. He must have given himself medicine, and it was not ordinary medicine.

Hearing the news, the person who had been holding his head slightly narrowed opened his eyes, "your wound didn't hurt the bone. Tomorrow, the wound should be scabby." Xiao Jiuyin said faintly.

Every month he nodded, but when he moved, his neck twisted, "ah - Jiuyin, my neck -"

Xiao Jiuyin came to her and squatted down. She put her hand on her neck and moved gently. Just listening to a crack, her neck can rotate freely every month.

"You've been sleeping in one position for too long. Don't hurry first. I'm afraid your arms need time to move slowly."

Every month he nodded, turned his neck carefully, and slept on his stomach. It was really uncomfortable.

"Well... Any news about them before the flowers?" she asked tentatively. Even though she knew they couldn't have news, she couldn't help asking.

"No, I don't know where I am now," he said, and went out. Every month, it was strange that he seemed to have become the cold and arrogant prince he saw for the first time.