V2.Chapter 213

"I see!" Tang Yin murmured.

No wonder Qingyu is willing to make peace with himself. It turns out that his condition is not much better than himself. He has such a high fever. It can be seen from his asking himself to help him pick up firewood and bake the fire. In fact, he is too ill to move.

"What... I see..." Qingyu, who was sleeping beside Tang Yin, woke up at some time, and asked in a hoarse and weak voice.

Wake up? Tang Yin chuckled and said with a smile, "I mean, you are very ill and may be dying."

Qingyu slightly picked at the corner of his mouth and said intermittently: "Your Highness is no better than me..."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Since your highness knows that I am seriously ill, how can you keep my x ì ng life if your highness is still active?" The high fever has confused Qingyu, but he can still judge Tang Yin's situation through Tang Yin's actions. "Now you and I are just laughing at each other."

"Maybe I kept my promise. Since I promised not to kill you, I will..."

"In this case, it's OK to cheat ghosts. If you want to cheat me, is your Highness the wind king overestimating himself or underestimating me?"

"..." Tang Yin was silent. With Qingyu's intelligence, it's really difficult to deceive him. After a long time, Tang Yin simply told the truth and said, "the wound on my body cracked and lost too much blood. I can't move if I want to..."

Qingyu was shocked and slowly raised his head to look at Tang Yin around him. Sure enough, there was a big pool of blood that had already solidified into blocks under him.

I can't imagine how he can live to this day. Feeling the changes of people around him, Tang Yin continued, "but you don't have to worry. Now the blood has stopped. As long as I can rest for a few days, I can return to normal."

"This is exactly what I am most worried about." Qingyu's face s è slightly changed and sighed softly.

"You're honest." Tang Yin said.

"If I said I wish your highness King Feng a speedy recovery, would your Highness believe such words?" Qingyu asked.

"Ha ha..." Tang Yin was happy and asked, "what about you? How's your condition?"

Qingyu gasped heavily. The breath he exhaled sprayed on Tang Yin's face, making the latter feel hot.

He coughed several times and said faintly, "I have been ill since I was a child. My body has been very poor. I can't stand the cold. Cough, this time I fell into the cold pool. I think... I'm afraid I'll die soon. Cough..."

Tang Yin wanted to kill Qingyu with a knife, but now when he said so, a trace of pity came into his heart. Qingyu said that he was poor in physique, which he believed 100% that a big man was as thin as a wood, and his body was weak as an ordinary NV son. He couldn't understand how his family could support him with the medical skills of this era, and how he learned the skills of unifying the army and fighting with his sick body.

Seeing his face s è in contemplation, Qingyu's pale lips slightly opened and youyou said: "my youth family is a single biography of five generations. Although Qingyu is weak, he will never lose his family m é n. Even if he pays hundreds of times more hard than ordinary people, he should revitalize the family and prevent the youth family from falling into decline..."

Have ambition! Tang Yin nodded secretly, but it's a pity that Qingyu was born in Mo people, not in the wind country. He was s è saying, "Qingyu, since I led the army to fight, although I often lost battles, but I have never been defeated in one person's hand. You can't turn over. You beat me very hard. Therefore, if you are my enemy, I can't keep you. However, if you become brothers with me, it's another matter."

Qingyu was so smart that he understood Tang Yin's meaning as soon as he heard this. He smiled and asked, "Your Highness the wind king wants to win me over to the wind kingdom?"

"Good birds choose trees to live in. You are a smart man. I don't need to say any more nonsense. I just state that if you come to our country, your official position and title will never be lower than when you were in Mozambique."

Tang Yin spoke sincerely, and Qingyu also believed that his words came from the bottom of his heart, but in his concept, "good NV don't marry two husbands, loyal ministers don't serve two masters" has long been deeply rooted, so if he changes to the wind country, it's better to kill him directly.

"It is said that Feng Guowen has Shangguan Yuanji and Wu Qiuzhen. The two prime ministers can be regarded as the right-hand men of your highness." Qingyu suddenly said.

I don't understand why he talked about this. Tang Yin said, "that's right."

"If one day, the Prime Minister of Shangguan and the Prime Minister of Qiu fall into the hands of the state of Mo, will they be willing to turn to the state of Mo at the time of life and death?"

"Never." Tang Yin replied without thinking.

"On the contrary, Qingyu is the same." Qingyu said.

Tang Yin was stunned and then smiled. Instead of feeling unhappy or hated by Qingyu's rejection, he appreciated and liked him more. "Good job. Although Qingyu is weak, he can be called a hero."

Qingyu smiled weakly, but replied politely, "thank you, your Highness the wind king."

Tang Yin is confident that his recovery can be faster than Qingyu. Qingyu also believes that his subordinates can reach the bottom of the valley before Tang Yin recovers. They both have hopes in their hearts. At this time, they can calm down and talk well.

There is no Jiazi in the mountain, and time flies. Tang Yin and Qingyu lie at the bottom of the valley for two days and two nights. These two days, they are both rice grains. Tang Yin can stand it, but Qingyu has become more and more difficult to support. At the end of the day, sleeping is far more than waking.

Tang Yin can feel that if it goes on like this, Qingyu won't live long. It's a good thing for Tang Yin to let Qingyu die like this, but his competitive x ì ng style makes him unhappy. He wants to get rid of Qingyu, but it's to kill him in the battlefield, not let him die. If Qingyu dies like this, it's tantamount to making Tang Yin a loser for Qingyu all his life. He can't turn over all his life, He also believes that he will regret it all his life.

On the third day, neither Feng Jun nor Mo Jun showed signs of entering the valley for rescue. At this time, Tang Yin recovered more or less. Although the blood loss was serious and the whole body was full of wounds, at least his eyes could see things vaguely and his hands and feet could move slightly.

At this time, he carefully observed the environment of the valley.

He can't judge the specific size of the valley for the time being, but he feels that the floor area is not Xi ǎ o. In addition to the pond in front of him, there are many flowers, plants and trees in the valley, including plants and trees common to Tang Yin, and some he has never seen or heard of.

He didn't have the strength to stand up, but he could climb. Tang Yin was afraid from the Bank of the deep pool to the depths of the valley. Now he was very afraid of meeting fierce beasts in his state, but in his shallow consciousness, he wanted to meet them, because in this way he could fight, use the dark fire to suck, fill some Reiki and recover from the injury faster. It's a pity, The situation in the valley was as quiet as it sounded. He didn't even see a rabbit except for all kinds of strange flowers and plants.

Tang Yin spent nine cattle and two tigers, sweating all over, and finally climbed under a fruit tree. He gathered the scattered branches that fell to the ground together, tore off a few clothes from his body and tied them into bundles, trying to drag the firewood back to the original way.

But when he looked up, he saw that the tree was full of pink peaches. With a grunt, Tang Yin's stomach made a strange noise.

He swallowed and spit, narrowed his eyes and looked at the peaches on the tree. At such a close distance, he could catch them as long as he stood up and raised his hand, but he didn't have the strength to stand up.

Thinking for a moment, Tang Yin ch ō U took out a dry firewood, broke it into several sections, then saw a red and big peach, shook his hand and threw the wood branch out.

He came from a martial arts background and still has the ability to fly a knife. Although the branches are not as sharp as the knife, Tang Yin's strength is not good Xi ǎ O look.

But the branch he threw out at this time didn't even stick to the edge of the peach. It flew out of the air and fell to the ground powerlessly. Tang Yin took a deep breath and threw the remaining branches out continuously. It was similar to the situation just now. They were not strong enough to hit the peach close at hand.

Tang Yin never believed that living people could be suffocated by Ni long o, but now he has to admit that this situation is not impossible. Now he is hungry and thirsty, but he just can't get a peach at hand. This sense of frustration and powerlessness is driving Tang Yin crazy.

He broke off several branches again, lay on the ground, calmed down, took a moment, threw out one, and repeated it more than ten times. Finally, a branch hit the ripe peach, shook it a few times, and fell straight down.

Tang Yin was overjoyed and crazily climbed over, picked up the peach, only slightly grabbed the velvet m á o on it, and ate it. A peach bigger than a fist, he ate it in three or two bites, leaving only a peach beard. As for the specific taste of the peach, whether it is sour or sweet, he has no feeling.

With a peach in his stomach, Tang Yin feels J ī After a long time, he knocked down four more peaches, picked them up with his clothes, dragged several bundles of dry firewood that had just been tied, turned around and climbed to the shore.

When he came back, Qingyu was awake, lying flat on the ground, staring at the sky with big eyes. His face s è was almost transparent, and Tang Yin could even clearly see the green blood vessels under his skin.

"I'm glad you didn't sleep to death!" Tang Yin said sarcastically as he climbed back. In fact, he was glad that Qingyu woke up again.

Qingyu's body was suddenly shocked. When he saw Tang Yin trying to climb back, his face showed a surprised and happy God s è, and a layer of water mist was covered in his eyes. He murmured, "you... I... I thought your highness had gone..."

"Go? I'd like to. Where might I go?" Tang Yin rolled her eyes and replied casually. She didn't pay much attention to Qingyu's abnormal appearance.

When Qingyu woke up, he found that there was no one around him. Tang Yin seemed to disappear out of thin air. At that moment, an indescribable and extremely strong sense of fear swallowed him up. He didn't want to stay in this valley alone, especially when he was seriously ill. He would rather die at once than wait for death alone.

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