Chapter 125

It was getting dark. I didn't know when dark clouds gathered in the sky. It was snowing near the evening.

There was no light in the room, only silver charcoal burning stove, burning traces of fiery red, like blood lines winding and stretching on it, illuminating that place.

Shua - Shua——

The room was quiet. Only the sound of splitting bamboo came in through the crack of the door. It was annoying for no reason.

Lin Yi sat on the chair with a heavy complexion. His clothes were covered with blood. At first glance, he looked like a bloody man. He sat on his side powerlessly, as if his whole body's strength had been emptied. Only the hand that clenched the armrest was dark white.

Suddenly, he got up and went straight out of the house.

Mu Yi'an raised his eyes and glanced at him, then turned his eyes to the closed door.

"You heard that, didn't you?" Lin Yi's voice came from outside, mixed with the sound of splitting bamboo. It was a little cold.

In the wind and snow, the man in black who cleaved bamboo didn't seem to hear him. He still sat on the ground with his head down and his short knife flew, Shua——

The bamboo was cut into thin strips, and the knife was steady, accurate and ruthless without a pause.

"You heard that. Why didn't you save him?" Lin Yi's voice was trembling and his body was trembling.

Shua——

His answer was still the neat sound of splitting bamboo.

WOW——

Lin Yi angrily kicked the thin bamboo into the snow and grabbed the man's shoulder: "why don't you save him? He's Nian scar. Why don't you save him!"

All the bamboo strips fell into the snow and turned into small spots in the snow. They were soon covered by the wind and snow. The man seemed stunned, and then slowly looked up to see Lin Yi.

His face was covered with a black cloth, and only his cold and lukewarm eyes showed. His eyes reflected Lin Yi's shadow, but it seemed that he didn't see Lin Yi. The cloth moved, and a low voice came from behind the cloth: "it's not finished yet."

Lin Yi's body shook, and the corners of his lips shook uncontrollably. Suddenly he smiled: "it's not finished yet. It's not finished yet. Read mark to take care of you every day and send food and water every day. You can't compare with these bamboos in your eyes!"

He pushed the man away and took two steps back. Because of his anger, his chest fluctuated vigorously, and his lips trembled for a long time. Then he said in a vicious tone, "the reading mark is dead!"

A little unknown emotion flashed in the man's eyes like glass beads. He looked at Lin Yi, picked up the bamboo on the ground and continued to chop

Soon, the sound of splitting bamboo sounded again in the bamboo forest.

Lin Yi stared at him reluctantly and wanted to beat him up. Just when he couldn't bear it, there was a familiar "squeak" sound inside the door. The door of the inner room opened.

He turned and quickly stepped into the room. When he looked closely, Yi Xiaoqiao came out. Mu Yi'an was standing by and holding her. He asked anxiously, "how about reading marks?"

Yi Xiaoqiao nodded slowly: "it's stable for the time being, but he lost too much blood. I'm not sure if he can wake up."

Lin Yi hurried inside. Fang came to Yi Xiaoqiao and asked, "how did you treat it? Why is your face so white?"

Yi Xiaoqiao touched his side face and said with a smile, "maybe it's because he used the secret arts."

Lin Yi glanced at her: "I'll look at the reading mark first, and then feel your pulse when I come out."

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled and nodded.

Lin Yi strode in.

Mu Yi'an was trying to help her sit down, but Yi Xiaoqiao squeezed his hand and said with his mouth: let's go.

"Lin Yi just said..."

Yi Xiaoqiao shook his hand and prayed on his face.

Mu Yi'an could only nod, wrapped her in a cloak, picked her up horizontally, and went straight into the wind and snow.

They soon got home. They didn't know if it was Mu Yi'an's illusion. They always felt that Yi Xiaoqiao was cold and cold like a piece of ice. It seemed that he would be frozen at any time. No matter how he warmed and hugged, it seemed to have no effect on her.

"Yi Xiaoqiao?" Mu Yi'an patted her face.

Her face was too pale, almost transparent and too cold. It was as cold as a piece of ice, as if she was carved from ice.

Mu Yi'an took her to bed, wrapped her tightly in a quilt and hugged her tightly in his arms, but it seemed useless to her. She had no reaction. Mu Yi'an touched her pulse and could hardly feel it. He was anxious to shake her: "Little Joe, Little Joe!"

In the dark, his voice was a little sad and anxious.

"Xiao Qiao, did you hear me, Yi Xiao Qiao!" She was silent, her body was like a string puppet, and her head was limp.

"Yi Xiaoqiao, can you hear me? Wake up!" What secret technique did she use? How did she use it? The whole person seemed to be dying.

"Little Joe..." suddenly, his voice stagnated and his eyes fell on his hands. His palms were full of blood, bright red, bloody and slightly cold, as if they were going to be frozen.

Opening Yi Xiaoqiao's sleeves, Mu Yian's eyes narrowed. There was a handkerchief wrapped around her wrist. Because the silk on the pink handkerchief was too thin, the blood had penetrated from under the handkerchief. No wonder her face was so pale. Could she not be pale after such a large amount of blood loss?

What kind of secret skill is it to let her trade her life for life!

Yi Xiaoqiao, is she willing?

Mu Yi'an's face was distorted by the excitement in front of him, and an uncontrollable anger rose from the bottom of his heart. Yi Xiaoqiao used to cherish his life in the mountains, but how angry he is now. She clearly cherishes her life. Now why should she become so reckless? What is she thinking?

He glanced at Yi Xiaoqiao angrily, but saw her eyes closed and her face as white as paper. The little face was pale without any color, only butterfly wing eyelashes, casting a shadow in front of her.

His fist was clenched and a creaking sound was faintly heard.

A moment later, he loosened his hand, skillfully untied the handkerchief on her hand and put medicine on her again.

Her body is too cold. If she doesn't keep warm, even if she doesn't lose too much blood and die, she will have to freeze to death. He has burned the room to the warmest and covered her with two or three layers of quilt, but he soon found that this method is useless for Yi Xiaoqiao. Her body is still as cold as ice.

After hesitating for a moment, he untied his belt, took off his clothes and went in. He hugged her tightly, and his body closely fitted with her. Such a posture can feel every inch of her skin and the size of her body.

He seemed to hold a human ice without any temperature. She was cold all over. Only the pounding heartbeat reminded Mu Yi'an that she was still alive and a living person.

Mu Yi'an held her in his arms, gently stroked her head with his chin, and felt her body shaking. He whispered, "don't be afraid, sleep peacefully, I won't touch you."

Strange to say, after he said these words, Yi Xiaoqiao really didn't tremble any more, and his body seemed to be soft in his arms, just like the way she slept on weekdays, curled up into a ball.

This woman really treats him as a sex wolf