Iceberg beauty lifts her head

But Yinsi between her fingers was knocked unconscious by a palm before she could make a move, because Yao Qiyun's physical strength was about to be exhausted to the limit, and Zhang Wei could no longer threaten her life.

Yao Qiyun gritted his teeth and straightened his back, looking coldly at the Shifang Gang members.

They had hidden weapons in their hands, but they were frightened by Yao Qiyun's unpredictable moves and dared not throw them.

Yao Qiyun snorted coldly, and suddenly raised his figure, as if he was about to hit one of them.

Many people were trembling in their hearts, their hidden weapons were clenched tightly, and their faces were pale with shock.

However, Yao Qiyun was gathering the last trace of true energy, and floated up to the big open-air hole above his head, barely escaping this trap.

After successfully exiting the entrance of the Shifang Gang, following the map given by Feng Chengyu in his memory, he came to No Man's Land, only then did Yao Qiyun show pain.

In the wounds all over his body, the severe pain was biting into his mind like the giant fangs of a boa constrictor.

The clear and resolute light slowly faded from his eyes, and the figure flitting between the rock walls gradually showed a tendency to crumble.

The cold and murderous aura that exuded from his body before has quietly dissipated in the dense dusk.

Passing through Xiaomang Valley, you can faintly see the shadows of a few clumps of Fushu trees in front of you.

Although the leader of the Shifang Gang was killed, many of his subordinates made their fortunes in Xiancheng.If he returned to the city with serious injuries, he might be ambushed by them.

The forest is relatively hidden, not easy to be found, and it is an expedient place for healing.

The oncoming mountain wind brought the unique and gentle fragrance of the trees, which washed away the bloody smell from his body.

The white pines in the forest are still lush and green, and there are occasional insects fluttering their wings and whispering a few times.The further you go into the depths of the forest, the more dizzy the surrounding area becomes.

He found a place with a downwind and shallow slope, and looked around for a while, but he never stopped.

Yao Qiyun's eyes flickered, but he saw a cluster of faint lights shining in the woods. I don't know what it came from, and the shadows of the trees and the outline of the pine leaves were reflected very clearly.

There was also the elongated cooing of owls in the air, but all was peaceful.

But after repeated fierce battles and serious injuries, Yao Qiyun calmly judged the situation.Whenever there is the slightest disturbance, the whole body and mind will be alerted unconsciously.

It's just that the severe pain gradually intensified, and the nerves that had been tense for a long time dissipated within a short while.

After being in a critical moment, his survival instinct made him take out a bottle of ointment from his cuff, and in a daze, he pushed the soft cloth cork away.

At this time, a crimson figure quietly appeared outside the pine forest.

Yao Qiyun's heart trembled a little, and when he was about to check the injury, he stopped abruptly, tried his best to adjust his breathing, and did not move.

"Qi Yun."

The man was calling his name, with concern and anxiety in his tone, and the lazy voice seemed familiar.

He looked out of the pine forest, and saw Feng Chengyu pushing aside the luxuriant pine leaves, holding a lantern in one hand and a plain package in the other, hurrying along the mountain road.

Fine night dew fell between the pine leaves, soaking his crimson sleeves.

The lights dimmed in the thin night mist, making him look like a silhouette, graceful and hazy.

"As soon as I returned to the mansion from the Southwest Chengguan, An Yan told me that you wanted to come to the outskirts to kill the Shifang Gang by yourself. I was worried that you would be in danger, so I followed."

The mellow voice rang in Yao Qiyun's ears, like a cup of warm wine, soothing the nerves that were about to be broken.

He felt that his heartbeat gradually became calmer and more stable, but it was accompanied by a horribly enlarged pain, which made him unconsciously grasp the plaster in his hand.

However, he did not dig out the plaster and apply it to the wound.

Suddenly, a person always makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Feng Chengyu..."

He read the name of this person, and his voice was extremely hoarse——Because of the extreme pain, his body was already stiffened, and he had to guard against anyone who appeared at this time, even if he gave him a hand before killing the villain this time. I have had a lot of help from myself.

Just like a wounded lion, it always finds a dark place to lick its wounds by itself.Instead of exposing it to others, it will only increase the chance of being plotted against.

Besides, it's very strange, how did this person find himself in this deep forest?

As if aware of his concerns, Feng Chengyu put down the package and took a rest, but stood far away and did not approach.

He said apologetically: "When you and Feng Tuojiu were fighting, I was watching from outside Shiwai, but I was too weak, and if I made a move, it would affect you, so I kept hiding, and finally watched you charge After leaving the stone room, I followed along the road."

Yao Qiyun was silent.

Seeing that he did not deny his existence, Feng Chengyu picked up the package and trotted to his side.

Looking at the ointment in his hand, he volunteered: "Qiyun, let me help you apply the ointment."

"It's just a little wound." Almost because of the warrior's self-protective nature, Yao Qiyun refused: "No need to help."

Lost in Yao Qiyun's lack of hesitation when speaking, Feng Chengyu gently put down the lantern and sat down beside the pine tree beside him.

Lightly flicking the tinder of that lamp made the candle burn brighter.

Yao Qiyun gently rolled up his sleeves by taking advantage of the glowing light.

This very light action of pulling the sleeves caused the dried blood to touch the wound again, and a lot of blood gushed out.

But he clenched his teeth tightly and didn't make a sound.Just do some simple processing.

Slowly opened the corner of the sleeve, and found that several wounds were inflamed, and even flocculent yellow and white pus had turned out.

Yao Qiyun has a little understanding of medical skills, and immediately picked out the rust stained inside one by one, poured water from the water bag to wash the wound, and carefully applied ointment.

The wounds all over his arms were scratched by dart blades, deep and shallow, without a piece of intact skin.

In particular, a long opening on the back of the arm cut off the blood vessel, and the blood kept overflowing, and it couldn't be stopped no matter what. It was impossible to find some bandages to tighten to stop the bleeding.

Yao Qiyun tugged at his sleeve, as if he wanted to tear off a corner to use as a bandage.

The fire reflected his shadow, indifferent and deserted.

Looking at the boy in the candlelight, Feng Chengyu was so quiet for the first time.

His eyes seemed to be sharply burned.

When he took out the prepared bandage and wanted to bandage it for him, he saw Yao Qiyun's expression was slightly wary, he hesitated for a moment, just took a bandage, and wrapped it up by himself.There was an inexplicable sense of skill in his movements.

Just like when he was practicing in secluded cultivation in the Yao sect, no matter how many injuries he suffered in an accident, he was skillful in dressing up alone under the harshness of the master.

Feng Chengyu watched this scene, the sting in his eyes went straight to his heart.

There was a helpless smile on the corner of the naturally slightly raised mouth: "Qiyun, you really don't trust me."

Yao Qiyun had just tied the bandage and ligated, so he didn't answer, and continued to check the injury on the other hand with his head down.

The evening wind blew his hair between the temples, and the hair was stained with blood, stubbornly refusing to shake it lightly.

It's still that unapproachable expression, not at all the look that one should have when one believes in a companion.

Seeing his silent acquiescence, Feng Chengyu smiled innocently: "Actually, I can't blame you either. After all, the depths of the rivers and lakes are full of calculations, and you must be on guard against others. Especially now that you are injured and unable to defend yourself, you must be on guard against me. I won't take advantage of others' danger and do something to hurt you."

He pouted, pretending to be angry: "Perhaps in your heart, I am such a big villain."

Quietly, Yao Qiyun stopped and looked at him, then shook his head slowly.

The coldness and vigilance hidden in the eyebrows seemed to be rooted between his brow bones.

All indifference is inherent, and there is no difference in treating anyone.

Feng Chengyu's heart trembled slightly, and he stared blankly at those amber eyes, feeling a bit dazed.

In the light of the dimly lit candle, his face was somewhat gloomy.

Maybe he regards himself as a friend, but he is not used to showing any dependent emotions to himself.

"If I was as vigilant as you eight years ago, that would be great."

Turning his eyes away, Feng Chengyu slowly held a wind lamp beside him in his arms.In the plain white glazed lampshade, the wick is about to be extinguished.

He didn't look at the wound on Yao Qiyun's hand anymore, he just searched for the fire book by himself, and relit the wick.

The hazy warm white candlelight made his face pale and beautiful.

He stared at the candlelight, and in the lowered eyelashes, there were countless complex emotions that were changing rapidly: "If I hadn't confessed to others at that time, maybe I wouldn't have been dismissed from my cultivation, resulting in today's desolate situation where my martial arts are completely useless." gone."

With a twitch of the heartstrings, Yao Qiyun concentrated his attention and found a diversion point from the pain of the wound, as if he was listening carefully.

Feng Chengyu still lowered his face, but the corners of his lips were slowly raised.

He raised his hand to protect the lantern in the night wind.

The candle flame struggled and swayed in the evening wind, and finally refused to go out.

After deliberating for a while, he looked deeply at the night sky, and suddenly said in one breath——

"Eight years ago, there was a young man among the philistines. He had been romantic since he was a child, and he had determined to have the world's beauties in the rivers and lakes. In order to see the beauty of beauties from various states, he traveled all over China and experienced countless romances."

"Until one day, he went to Beiliang City... It was the summer season, and in a newly opened restaurant in the ancient street, as if he was destined in the dark, he met a beautiful and pure woman. "

"He fell in love with her deeply, and vowed to be devoted to her from now on. Since the two of them fell in love, he has never messed with women again—"

"However, he later found out that this woman was actually the owner of the Tianxia Pavilion, obsessed with martial arts cultivation. And she hid her name in the market, as if she were a happy couple with him, just to cheat him. This peerless martial arts secret book."

"However, when he was still young, he was overwhelmed by his emotions. He didn't care about her status. He chose to let the past go and forgave her everything. As a result, on a night in the same room, she set fire to the fire in their room. Miscense, stun young people."

Yao Qiyun was slightly stunned, and paused for a while in the action of covering the injured foot.

When I looked up at him, suddenly