The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

Huo Wuyou had almost killed all the Northern Di people. Seeing the last one being pushed into the river by him, he tiptoed and jumped onto the shore.

Huo Wuyou, standing on the shore, looked at Xue Zhiyi, whose eyes were red from beating the oars. He leaned on his waist tiredly, wiped his bloody hands on the hem of his clothes, and then stretched out his hand and smiled at her: "Come on."

Xue Zhiyi was stunned: "Are you okay?"

"It was a close call. Everything is fine now." He said with a smile.

Only then did Xue Zhiyi throw down the oar with lingering fear.

This kind of thing is too thrilling for someone like her who has no skills at all. If she were allowed to set up a trap to kill those killers, she could make their entire family's graves profusely. But why did she have to have a head-on confrontation like this?

Fortunately, everything is fine.

She was about to put her hand on Huo Wuyou's palm, but suddenly she saw him frown and groan...

Xue Zhiyi was stunned. Before she could react, she saw Huo Wuyou falling straight towards her.

"Huo Wuyou!" She screamed and subconsciously reached out to catch him.

But this fallen living person was too heavy. Before she could stand firmly, she was pressed down by Huo Wuyou.

At this moment, she saw that behind Huo Wuyou, a killer covered in blood stood up tremblingly and looked at them viciously. The sword in his hand was dripping with blood...

Xue Zhiyi was stunned for a moment. Seeing the man raising his sword to finish her off, she was pinned down and unable to move.

If this sword were to strike down, she and Huo Wuyou would die!

No... She hasn't lived enough, and Huo Wuyou is not allowed to die!

At the critical moment, she caught a glimpse of the hemp rope tied to the side of the boat.

Xue Zhiyi raised his hand and pulled——

I saw that the hemp rope loosened, and the boat swayed with the river water and slowly left the shore.

The seriously injured Northern Di man probably couldn't use his Qinggong anymore, and he still tried to kill them, but he fell into the water. He wanted to swim over, but fortunately his injuries were too severe and he was unable to do anything.

Xue Zhiyi's heart was beating fast...

Only now did she have the energy to check on Huo Wuyou.

"Huo Wuyou...how are you?"

But the person on top of her groaned and still said, "I... am fine."

Suddenly, Xue Zhiyi's palms felt hot and wet...

She suddenly picked up the hand covering Huo Wuyou's back and saw a large amount of sticky blood on her hand!

How could it be okay!

She struggled to get up and free herself from Huo Wuyou's body.

Xue Zhiyi then saw his back clearly. His red shirt was torn, with a long cut on it. The blood was dripping, and it was shocking...

"You are hurt..." Xue Zhiyi's pupils trembled, and his throat seemed to be choked by something, making it tight and uncomfortably tight.

But he still said: "I'm fine, help me up."

Xue Zhiyi calmed down a little and helped him sit up.

Huo Wuyou's face was pale, and his breath was much weaker when he spoke.

But he laughed, looked at Xue Zhiyi, and said, "Are you so worried about me?"

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Xue Zhiyi was a little angry for a moment: "Shut up, I'll take you to get bandaged."

"How to get there?" Huo Wuyou asked her.

Xue Zhiyi was stunned. She looked around and saw that the boat had drifted to the middle of the river without her knowing, and was drifting downstream. The oar that had just performed its magical function was nowhere to be found.

The lower reaches of the river are wide and far away from the shore. The further downstream you go, the farther away you are from the bustling city of Huajing, and the fewer people there are.

It is unknown how long it will take for someone to find them, and it is also unknown how long it will take for the person who finds them to rescue them to shore.

But the wound must be bandaged, otherwise too much bleeding may lead to death.

Looking at Huo Wuyou, her expression became more serious.

As if she had made some decision, she gritted her teeth, stepped forward and took off Huo Wuyou's belt with her bare hands.

Huo Wuyou was startled by the sudden action and started coughing rapidly, trying to stop him: "What... are you doing!"

"Shut up." Xue Zhiyi ordered again: "Let me bandage you."

But Huo Wuyou's pale face instantly turned red: "You..."

Xue Zhiyi had no idea why this usually shameless man was so shy at the moment, so he opened his clothes without saying anything.

His entire upper body was exposed.

He looked thin, but his body beneath his clothes had just the right amount of muscularity and clear lines, just like his handwriting, vigorous and powerful.

Xue Zhiyi withdrew his gaze, and without caring that his ears were red as if bleeding, Xue Zhiyi went around behind him to check the wound.

The scar was shocking, but fortunately, perhaps because the Northern Di man was too weak, the wound was not deep and did not need to be stitched.

After taking off Huo Wuyou's clothes, Xue Zhiyi started to take off his own clothes, which made Huo Wuyou scream again: "Don't mess around!"

"Who wants to mess around?!"

Xue Zhiyi really wanted to scold him: "There is no gauze here, so you can only use my clothes for now. If you don't want to live, forget it."

Huo Wuyou then shut up.

Xue Zhiyi tore off a piece of his outermost jacket, dipped it in river water, and used it to clean his wound.

The cold river water and warm fingers moved on his back. Huo Wuyou held his chin, saying nothing. It was unknown what he was thinking. His fingers curled up unconsciously. Every touch of Xue Zhiyi was like water drops dripping into a puddle under the eaves, causing ripples in his heartbeat.

Xue Zhiyi wiped it carefully, but saw some old scars around the wound, with a faint blue tint.

She touched it lightly with her fingertips, and suddenly, she saw the blue scars on her palms. Those scars were exactly the same as the ones on her hands.

I remembered now, it was in Changqing Garden last year, where Huo Wuyou protected her with his own body.

Just as he was distracted, Huo Wuyou suddenly reminded him in a bad mood: "Don't take the opportunity to touch me."

Xue Zhiyi was distracted and felt her face getting hot. She wiped the wound with a little less gentleness, causing Huo Wuyou to cry out in pain.

Xue Zhiyi, however, was the first to complain: "Don't move."

Huo Wuyou stopped moving, but he kept talking: "You are such a fool. You were too polite to me when you were in the palace. Now that no one is around to see you, you are not polite to me at all."

As he said this, he snorted, "Change with the wind."

Xue Zhiyi did not stop his movements and said, "We don't have the opportunity to change our attitude now, so we can only ask Lin'an Hou to go with the flow with me."

Looking at the slowly moving river bank, Huo Wuyou held his chin and said, "Where are we going to drift to like this?"

"I don't know." Xue Zhiyi sighed slowly: "Maybe the boat stopped because it was tripped by something."

Huo Wuyou was in a daze. Behind him, he heard the rustling sound of Xue Zhiyi tearing cloth.

Suddenly, his body was enveloped by warmth.

His eyes trembled...

Xue Zhiyi suddenly hugged his still naked body from behind.

For a moment, he just felt his head burning.