V2.Chapter 214

Then he took apart the bundles of firewood and piled them together. He returned to touch his body and wanted to find a fire twist. But as a monarch, how could he have such a thing on his body? He turned his head to Qingyu and asked, "do you have a fire twist on your body?"

Qingyu stared blankly at the peaches in front of him and didn't respond to Tang Yin's questions. Tang Yin frowned and said loudly, "Hey! I'm asking you something!"

At last, Qingyu returns to his senses. Qingyu looks at Tang Yin, who is in doubt. His face is full of blank s è.

"Do you have any fire twists?" Tang Yin reluctantly asked again.

Qingyu shook her head. Tang Yin's monarch, who is also the commander-in-chief of the first army, can't carry such sundries as huonianzi. Seeing this, Tang Yin curled his lips and looked at the dry firewood in front of him. Did he have to use the most primitive way to get the fire?

Shaking his head, Tang Yin took out the machete, selected a branch, sharpened one end, and then found a thicker branch and began to drill wood for fire.

"Are these peaches for me?" Looking at Tang Yin, who couldn't stand up, lying on the ground, rubbing the wooden branches hard, Qingyu Xi ǎ O asked heartily.

"Sure! What? Aren't you hungry?" Tang Yin asked without turning his head.

"I thought you hated me..."

"That's right."

"Then why..."

"If I want to kill you, I will naturally kill you on the battlefield." Soon, the wood branches under Tang Yin emitted green smoke and saw flames rising. He quickly put the burned wood branches into the pile of dry firewood.

After a short time, the firewood he collected became Xi ǎ O the fire, feeling bursts of heat l à ng coming towards her, Tang Yin couldn't help sighing comfortably.

Qingyu silently eats two of the four peaches Tang Yin gave him, and returns the remaining two to Tang Yin. The latter did not ask more. Hu Lu à n wiped the lint m á O and ate up two peaches after a few mouthfuls.

Maybe the warmth of the campfire played a role, or maybe eating peaches recovered some J ī Ng Li, Qingyu's face s è is no longer as pale as before, and gradually has some blood s è.

"Just now, I thought you left by yourself and planned to leave me here to die." Qingyu looks at Tang Yin and smiles with guilt.

Tang Yin shrugged and said calmly, "if I really have that strength." Maybe it will.

"I don't know when people outside can come in..." Qingyu looked at the cliff by the pond. You can't see the top of the cliff anywhere you can reach, and the hillside is shrouded in diffuse clouds.

Following his sight, Tang Yin also looked up and murmured, "I'm afraid... I'll have to wait a few days." The valley is too deep. Even if Qingyu's bodyguard saw him fall down and wanted to make such a long rope, it would take several days. In addition, when falling off the cliff, Tang Yin also realized that the cliff was hard. It was Qinggang rock, and his own spiritual soldiers couldn't penetrate it. I'm afraid it wouldn't be much better to replace it with other spiritual practitioners. Even if shangguanyuan asked to come, It's hard to climb down.

While talking, he raised his hand to unbutton his clothes and slowly and hard took off all his wet clothes and trousers.

He is not afraid of cold, but it does not mean that he will be comfortable in wet clothes. Now there is a bonfire, of course, he should dry his clothes first.

Seeing this, Qingyu was stunned and asked in surprise, "what are you doing?"

Hearing his trembling question, Tang Yin was happy and said, "of course it's cold and dry clothes!" As he spoke, he looked at Qingyu inexplicably. Although he was wearing armor, he could see that his clothes were wet like himself through the gap of the armor. Shaking his head secretly, he said, "take off your clothes, too. Your body is too weak. You were afraid of cold. Now you are still wearing wet clothes, which will only make your condition worse and worse."

Qingyu calmly shook his head and said, "there is a bonfire now. It will dry naturally later."

Thinking he didn't have the strength to take off his clothes, and embarrassed to bother himself, Tang Yin smiled, "I don't mind helping you."

"Thank you for your kindness. I really don't need it." Qingyu's gentle tone showed some persistence.

"I don't know what's good or bad." Tang Yin seldom shows kindness, but people just don't appreciate it. He's asking for nothing.

Qingyu smiles with gratitude for his dissatisfaction. At this time, Tang Yin, who is wearing only shorts, can only be described as shocking.

His body was covered with wounds, and there were at least thirty or forty places, some Xi ǎ O the wound has been scarred, but the larger wounds are all cracked. There are coagulated blood clots hanging on the Mori red skin R ò u, which looks ferocious and terrible.

"General Liange hurt you very badly." Qingyu murmured.

Tang Yin looked down, sneered indifferently and said proudly, "it's just some skin injuries. I don't know how many times I've experienced more serious injuries before." In Tang Yin's mind, the scars on his body are not ugly, but worth showing off. They are capital, which represents his brilliant achievements in this half of his life.

Instead of ignoring the pride on his face, Qingyu also smiled. Now Tang Yin looks simple and simple, and it is precisely this man who has broken the balance of the northern countries and made the wind country rise rapidly and become the biggest threat to Mozambique.

Seeing that the firewood was burning faster and faster, the branches he brought back were almost burned up. Tang Yin said to Qingyu, "I have to pick up some more dry firewood and go back!" Without waiting for Qingyu to reply, Tang Yin climbed away again.

Qingyu didn't speak and stared at the burning and beating campfire. Originally he and Tang Yin were strong enemies, but now they fell into this valley together. The original enemy became the object he had to rely on. It was like a joke made by God.

However, he did not feel fear for Tang Yin around him, but felt very warm. Qingyu smiled bitterly. Maybe the bonfire made him hallucinate. Thinking about it, his eyelids began to weigh again, and people fell into sleep again.

He didn't wake up until late at night. I don't know why. The feeling of dampness and cold that had made him extremely uncomfortable and disgusted for several days was swept away. He was up and down, dry, and had an unspeakable sense of ease and comfort.

Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes, lifted his head as fast as possible and looked at himself. The armor he was wearing was gone, CH á O's wet clothes, trousers, shoes and socks were gone, and there was only one robe covered on him.

He was shocked and hurried to the left and right. This was not the Bank of the deep pool. At least there was not so heavy moisture in the air. Not far from him, there was a burning campfire. All his clothes were cool by the campfire, and his armor, helmet and sword were scattered and piled aside.

"This... What's going on?" He asked subconsciously.

"You passed out again." Tang Yin's voice came from his other side.

Qingyu quickly turns around and looks. Vaguely, there is a man sitting under an old tree not far away. Because it s è s is too dark, he is in black again. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see that someone is there.

"Tang... Tang Yin?"

"It turns out that faint m í still has the effect of strengthening courage. When I wake up, I dare to call my king's name?" Tang Yin turned his head in the shade of the tree. He couldn't see his expression clearly. He only saw two rows of white teeth.

Qingyu's face was slightly red. After pausing for a moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "my clothes are... Did your highness take them off for me?"

"Or there will be ghosts?"

"That... Your highness saw..." Qingyu asked half, and couldn't speak again. Under the light of the campfire, his face s è flushed.

Tang Yin picked her eyebrows m á o, clenched her teeth and asked, "what do you see? I didn't see anything." He won't admit what he saw after killing him, which is related to his face.

Seeing him gnashing his teeth and hearing him say so, Qingyu heaved a long breath instead. After a long interval, He Xi ǎ O asked heartily, "Your Highness, my clothes... Should they be dry?"

Tang Yin said absently, "it should be almost."

"Where is this?"

"The moisture on the bank is heavy. This is the deep valley."

"Yes... Did your highness bring me here?"

"Pulled over." Tang Yin said, "your armor is slippery on the grass." To put it bluntly, Tang Yin dragged the unconscious Qingyu here like a dead dog, but even so, it made him l à ng spend a lot of energy, and several wounds burst on his body.

"Thank you, your Highness the wind king." Qingyu sincerely thanks. Tang Yin is definitely the most reliable partner. Even if they are enemies, they have not left him alone, let alone take advantage of others' danger... It would be a very happy thing to be his subordinate.

Thinking of this, he suddenly struck a cold war and quickly shook his head. These ideas should not appear in his mind. He is mo Chen and Tang Yin is the king of the wind.

"I... fainted m í for a long time?"

"At least three hours!" Tang Yin sat on the ground leaning on the trunk, holding a knife and cutting a long branch.

I can't see what he is doing now. Qingyu pulls the robe covered on him, Xi ǎ O asked heartily, "what is your highness doing?"

"I'm lucky to make a wooden gun. We can have roast fish." Perhaps because he is a spiritual cultivator of the dark Department, Tang Yin's body recovers quickly. After lying on the ground for two or three days, he can now stand up and walk slowly, but his injury is still faintly painful. In his state, it is not so easy to stab the fish in the pond.

Qingyu looked at him in surprise and asked in disbelief, "Your Highness can still fish?"

He can't talk about fishing. At best, he kills fish. This kind of thing was often done when he was young. Survival in the wild is one of Tang Yin's strengths. He looked at the surprised Qingyu and said with a smile, "there are still many things that the king will do!"! ~!

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