I am the poor scholar

A bucket of water was poured down from head to toe, and Bu Qingyun and Xiao Shiqi immediately became drowned chickens.

With Xiao Shiqi who was seriously injured on his back, Bu Qingyun staggered through the flames, the tongue of fire gradually made the water stains evaporate, Bu Qingyun gritted his teeth, and walked step by step in the flames, looking for flaws.

The flames devoured every piece of land, spreading and burning, encroaching on all escape routes.

Where is the way out?

Bu Qingyun was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

"Hey." There was a stream of heat passing by his ear, and Xiao Shishi said, "It seems that there is no way to go."

"Shut up!" Bu Qingyun became a little irritable for no reason, "Quiet!"

Xiao Yang stared at the back of the scholar's head, waves of undercurrents surging in the amber pupils.

Fists clenched and clenched.

When the heart is unpredictable, the mood is unpredictable.

The flames seemed to soar into the sky, no matter how good the lightness kung fu was, there was a price to be paid.

Xiao Yang's heart seemed to give birth to a demon.

Does this person have value that must be saved?

Xiao Yang asked: "What's the name?"

"The surname is Bu, and the word is Dongli." The man said.

As if with some kind of bewilderment, Xiao Shishifeng made sarcastic remarks one after another.

"Leave me, a basin of water, into the fire, maybe my life will be saved."

"you are stupid."

"I don't want to die with you."

"..."

Chatter, chatter, chatter!

Even if Xiao Shiqi wanted to let him run alone, these words made people's blood boil!

Bu Qingyun finally touched the breaking point: "Shut up! You just stay here and don't talk! I'm afraid that you will turn into a ghost and come to settle accounts with me if I leave you behind!"

Strangely, the people behind were finally silent.

"Heh." Behind him came the chillingly vague words of the man, "You should be grateful for this decision."

Did not let you die here.

Bu Qingyun couldn't see that the amber pupils of His Royal Highness King Yan had a little bit of frost, hiding a condescending contempt.

The contempt was for both himself and Bu Qingyun.

On this side, Bu Qingyun hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when the person behind him suddenly jumped down from his back.

Bu Qingyun's eyes were full of raging storms, and the wind and rain were about to come, and young people were really irritable: "I said it all! Don't make trouble!"

Xiao Yang's bandage was stained with blood again, facing the fire, Bu Qingyun realized that this man was really calm.

Because Bu Qingyun saw Xiao Shiqi's movements.

The amber pupils ignited the flames, and the thin lips became dry due to the flames. The man stretched out his tongue and licked it, and immediately moistened it with a layer of water.

The man tidied up the messed up collar very leisurely.

It seems to be just doing an ordinary thing.

wrong!

Big mistake!

Bu Qingyun's heart burst out with a monstrous flame, and he took a step forward and said: "You—"

"Noisy." Xiao Shiqi successfully suppressed this sentence with a voice one degree higher than that of Bu Qingyun.

"Don't worry about it."

Bu Qingyun's mouth twitched.

I'm not an old lady!

Before the anger rushed to his head, Bu Qingyun suddenly felt his body flying into the air, and the world was spinning for a while, and Xiao Shiqi was actually carrying him on his shoulders!

Suddenly, my body lost weight, and a feeling of familiarity and strangeness rushed into my mind.

The sea of ​​fire changed from big to small, from small to big, and so on, and the scalding heat also became stronger and weaker.

Bu Qingyun's head was dizzy, and it was his body that jumped into the sky.

A few jumps.

The fire was getting farther and farther away, and the heat was getting weaker and weaker. The two finally found a secluded place.

With this walk, he crossed half of the mountain and ran to the north of the mountain.

The north wind prevented the fire from spreading to the north, virtually providing an open space for the two people in the sea of ​​fire.

After escaping from the flames, the two discovered that the moon was already in the sky at this time.

Without the firelight, the chill climbs to the bones like maggots attached to the bones.

Before thinking about it, there was another round of dizziness, and Bu Qingyun's back was suddenly smashed to the ground.

"You—" Bu Qingyun ignored the pain in his back and buttocks, and suddenly looked at Xiao Shiqi who was half kneeling on the ground.

All the irritability and boredom turned into joy after being rescued, and when seeing Xiao Shiqi clutching his wound, joy turned into worry again.

Bu Qingyun suddenly stood up and walked in front of Xiao Yang, quickly tore off his clothes and bandaged Xiao Yang again.

Unable to restrain himself, he raised his head and said, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Yang was slightly taken aback.

Naturally it doesn't hurt.

No one would ever ask His Highness King Yan if it hurts.

The strange words only splashed water on His Highness King Yan's heart lake, and calm was restored.

He was about to open his mouth to condescend to answer, but Bu Dongli also felt embarrassed, covered his face and coughed lightly to remove the topic: "We'd better find another place first, and then find a doctor."

The sentence just now was indeed a little too far.

After saying that, Bu Qingyun squatted down again, assuming he was going to carry someone on his back.

Xiao Yang revealed this remark logically.

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The jade plate at night was unusually bright, and the cold moonlight not only brought light, but also chill.

Two men whose clothes were slightly burned by the fire supported each other and walked aimlessly along the rugged mountain road.

The two chatted casually.

Xiao Shiqi asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go down the mountain first." Bu Qingyun was full of gratitude to him at the moment, and spoke softly, "Find a medical clinic and bandage your wound."

"Oh."

Although Yugong Mountain is small, it truly spans a large area.

The cool wind blew the corners of his sleeves, and Bu Qingyun couldn't help shivering.

Xiao Shiqi felt his trembling most intuitively, raised his eyebrows inadvertently and said, "You are so weak."

Even though he was covered in scars at the moment, he didn't feel cold.

Bu Qingyun didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, so he ignored him.

Stepping on the moss with a deep foot and a shallow foot, someone's stomach growled.

Bu Qingyun stopped abruptly, shyness crept up on his fair face, and the blood all over his body seemed to gather on his cheeks, bringing hot heat.

Ever since he was taken captive up the mountain, he hasn't spoken much.

But every time Bu Qingyun hears them called "Madam", he feels bad, and with a bad mood, naturally he doesn't eat and drink enough.

There was another "runaway marriage", and it was inevitable to be hungry.

Fortunately, the people behind were very arrogant and indifferent, and did not open their mouths to mock.Or a little tired, lazy to ridicule.

Bu Qingyun couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Find food to eat.

But God is not beautiful.

The last snow in Tianxi's four years came overwhelmingly.

Snowflakes floated down mightily, as if someone had sprinkled salt from the sky.

The mountains are too high and the snow is coming too hard.

After a while, the snow mattress has been piled up.

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year." A sighing voice came from beside my ear.

It is indeed a concern for the country and the people.

Bu Qingyun paused, and immediately walked down the mountain road as if nothing had happened.

"The snow is coming at a really bad time for us right now," he said.

"Heh." The voice that was supposed to be mocking was weakened by dizziness.

Even if his body was made of iron, he couldn't stand the successive blows.

Being stabbed by a knife, fire, light work, snowflakes...

Suddenly a weight was placed on his shoulders, Bu Qingyun turned his head sideways, and his chin brushed against the top of Xiao Shiqi's head.

Bu Qingyun lowered his cheek and pressed it against Xiao Yang's cheek.

Skin to skin, not cold, but not hot.

Body temperature is normal.

Bu Qingyun felt a little relieved.

Immediately twisted the neck.

The boots left deep marks on the snow mattress.

Xiao Shiqi was not in the mood to speak, so Bu Qingyun began to think wildly.

How did it become like this?

Why do you come to Bianjing City to surround yourself with a lot of things instead of fat, swallows and thin, eating, drinking and having fun?

After thinking about it, he turned around to Xiao Shiqi again.

Xiao Shiqi.

Xiao Shiqi.

Bu Qingyun chewed on the name.