C176 depth of feeling

King Qin let out a long sigh and lied down beside her.

In the middle of the night, he felt his body heat up. He thought it was a hot summer day and didn't mind at first, but then he felt that something was wrong. His body felt like a furnace in his arms.

He lit the lamp and sat up. Only then did he realize that the person in his embrace was flushed and had a high fever. It was obvious that the wound had worsened.

In this situation, no matter how hot her fever was, it would only worsen the situation. He quickly got off the bed and searched through the large pile of medicinal herbs he had snatched. With his memory and experience, he found a few medicinal herbs and brought them out to wake Scophthalmus up.

After she finished frying the medicine and fed it to Hua Rong, she laid on the bed for a while.

King Qin was currently cleaning the medicinal herbs, preparing to call for Scophthalmus to continue cooking the medicinal herbs tomorrow. When he raised her head, she was shocked to see Yue Bing sitting up all of a sudden, "Little girl, little girl …"

But soon she was lying down, eyes closed, hands dancing, her mouth full of gibberish.

He walked over and held her wildly waving hand, only to feel his palm burning hot. After listening for a while, he discovered that she was hoarsely crying non-stop, "Pengju, I want to see Pengju …"

His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a blade, at this time, she actually wanted to see Yue Pengju!

She was still crying unconsciously, her hands seeming like they were about to break free of his grasp. "Pengju, Pengju... "Save me …"

King Qin could not hold it in any longer and pulled her hand away from her palm. But just as she left, she reached out her hand again and pulled him with all his might: "Pengju, I want to see Pengju …"

If she had said those words when she was awake, King Qin would not have said anything. However, she currently had a fever and was severely injured, so it was hard to say if she would really die one day. He was depressed in his heart, but he did not know if he should follow her and send her back to see Yue Pengju one last time.

Her hot hand slowly slipped from his, and her head fell back on the pillow. Even her faint breath was burning hot.

He hardened his heart and said to himself: "Girl, if you want to see Yue Pengju, get better yourself. Otherwise, no matter how much I beg, I will not let you meet Yue Pengju once. "

Suddenly, he remembered what the witch doctor had said. He said that Wolf Lord had a thousand year ganoderma and he himself also had a thousand year old ginseng on his island.

Only now did he remember Ma Su, Liu Wu and the rest, if these two were by his side, he could also immediately instruct them to fetch something from the island, the current distance is too far, and with no one by his side, returning to his own island would not be realistic. The Shang Jing was rather close, and only needed a few days to travel, but it was not as vast as the original Liaoning. Other than a small number of female True Cultivators, most of them were liao, Han, and a dozen or so other foreign races with high noses and deep eyebrows. The majority of Shang Jing were female Priests. Their status was low and they were very eye-catching, unable to move freely. Even if he wanted to go to the Shang Jing to steal some Ganoderma, how could he leave Hua Rong to steal it all by himself without worrying about it?

He thought left and right, but still couldn't think of a good way. He only made up his mind that he would first not let Hua Rong experience any turbulence in the near future.

Although the summer in the Northern Lands was not as hot as the southern regions, the scorching sun still hung high in the sky for several days. The air was very dry, and it was filled with the smell of flying dust and noisy cow dung manure.

The King Qin was afraid of making a ruckus, so he gave a relatively clean room. There was at least a huge ancient pine in the room, with needle-like leaves floating around the window very casually.

King Qin was naturally not in the mood to appreciate the scenery. On the bed, he saw that Hua Rong still had her eyes closed, the clothes on her body were in a mess, adding that the soil and blood was mixed, the moment the weather got hot, it would emit a terrifying smell. Her hair was tousled and dried up, and she had completely lost her human form.

Only then did King Qin realize that it was time to change her clothes. He immediately took out the money and told the Scophthalmus to buy a set of female clothing.

This was a proper set of clothes for a woman, but the King Qin didn't care what it was like, she just randomly found a kernels and wiped it for her. She carefully tidied up the wounds on her shoulder and helped her change her clothes.

She was at his mercy, her hands limp. However, after King Qin had completely taken off her clothes, she discovered that her beautiful, white, and smooth female body that she used to have had slowly become emaciated after experiencing these past few days of "death-like faking". There were even some areas where only a layer of skin and bones remained.

For a moment, he didn't dare to dress her at all. He could only hold her in his arms, his eyes dry and dry. For the first time, he realized that he was the cause of such a beautiful life! How many times he had committed suicide, how many times he had gotten sick, and this time, his life had finally withered away like a wilting flower.

Why was it that when she interacted with him, he would always bring her death?

He hugged her body and could no longer hold himself back as a single tear dripped onto her body. "Little girl, it's all my fault. I know I'm wrong. You're better, okay? If you get better, I don't hate you. I won't even go against that brat Yue Pengju anymore … "Little girl, you're getting better, okay …"

Hua Rong remained soft and curled up in his embrace, her previously transparent white face turning yellow like a vegetable.

The beauty of the past was gone.

All that was left was a skeletal woman.

Was this the result of his millions of miles of pursuit?

Was this the result of his heart's desire to disregard life and death?

King Qin touched her long eyelashes, they were even dried up by the tears, like a butterfly that had died long ago, and would never again open his eyes wet, giving him a gentle look.

He buried his head in her neck and his shoulders twitched and he cried.

After a long time, when he was about to throw away her tattered clothes, he suddenly thought of the marriage pendant in her arms. He slowly pulled it out and looked at the words' old age 'once again.

Little girl, she's almost four years older than that little bastard, but why, why, did she fall in love with him?

He unrolled the wedding band and laid it on her thin white body, striking red and startling white — a dead white in sharp contrast.

How much did he wish for the words "Yue Pengju" to be replaced with "himself"?

Unfortunately, he would never be able to change it. He himself, even that yellow "wedding band" had been torn apart and long since turned into ashes.

His gaze fell on the words' five days of August 'on her. It was the first time he had known about her birthday, and he had never before thought of asking her. He was a pirate, and in his career he had wandered about, forgetting not only his own birthday but also that he never asked anyone about it, thinking it was an unimportant day. At this moment, he realized, "Birthday", what a good word then — a day of life! It was something worth celebrating.

Life was the most important thing to celebrate!

The girl's birthday was so good. It was the time when she was feeling the fresh autumn air, and the fragrant autumn flowers were floating in the air.

Girl, you have to live for me to give you a birthday!

Please let me have at least one birthday for you.

She felt a pang in her heart and could no longer speak. She could only slowly dress her. He had torn women's clothes many times in his life, but he had never dressed them before. But Hua Rong had already helped her wear it several times. However, this was the first time something like this did not land on the ground to help her change her clothes. Especially when he was wearing his undergarments, his hands were trembling as he stared at her withered body!

What could be worse than watching your most beloved die little by little in front of your eyes?

Moreover, her death was caused by him.

After finally getting dressed, he didn't know what to do. He could only sit on the bed and hug her. Even when the sun shone through the window and drenched his clothes with sweat, he didn't realize that it was already midsummer.

Because of the arrival of the Witch Doctor, Hua Rong had once awakened. However, the Witch Doctor's asking price was too high, so he went out on a dark and windy night to rob again. Fortunately, they were not experts after all, and the cuts were not that heavy. He had escaped during the night and bandaged his wound, and seeing that Hua Rong was still lying quietly on the bed, she took out a big bag of gold and waved it in front of her with a smile: "Girl, you're rich enough to get a witch doctor again. 'F * ck, if that witch doctor can't cure you, then I'll kill him … ' When you get a little better, I will charge into the Jinguo's Imperial Palace and steal that Old Wolf Master's thousand year ganoderma.

These few days, he was afraid that Hua Rong would never wake up once she fell asleep and that she would be left in a panic, so he liked to "talk" to her and tell her about the various strange customs and customs in the area. He was not tired of it, and the total number of things he said in his life was not as many as in the past few days. After a long time, he saw her eyelids twitch once in a while, and he was glad to think that in the next second she would open her eyes, but always empty and happy, she was still fast asleep, neither the Sleeping Beauty nor the Sleeping Princess, but a woman who was growing uglier and uglier like a bag of bones.

One day, when he went out to buy medicinal ingredients, he suddenly discovered a hawker selling Su Dongpo's poems. It was printed by the Liaoning in the past, it was extremely crude. Lord Su Dongpo's name spread across the entire Liaoning, and even slightly literate people would know his writing name. King Qin was very happy, and thought to himself, F * ck, these barbarians also have Old Su's poems book for sale.

King Qin was more happy than if he found Lingzhi medicine, he immediately bought a book back.

The sunlight shone through the window onto Hua Rong's body and her withered toes. King Qin sat on the side of the bed and chuckled, "Girl, you don't know what I bought today …"

He placed the book of Su Dongpo's poems in front of her eyes for a moment, naturally, she was ignorant and clueless, so he simply placed a thin book next to her eyelids: "Girl, do you like this thing? "If you like it, I'll read it out loud."