[Basic three] Help, wait for me

He didn't know how long it had been raining, and Mo Zhichen didn't know how long he had been lying down, Hao Qi left him to die, and he was only accompanied by cold muddy water and a wolf with glowing eyes.

It was a hungry wolf. The barrenness and barrenness of Luo Dao made it starve for almost two days. It couldn't hunt any food to eat, and all it saw were rotting corpses emitting stench or poisonous people infected with corpse poison.

The wolf's four paws were somewhat flimsy, and it walked along the Luoshui, expecting to meet one or two animals drawing water.

A fragrant smell suddenly filled the air, and the wolf's eyes shone green, revealing its greedy nature. It was the most supreme and delicious smell of blood to a wolf.

The wolf sniffed all the way to find the fresh, not yet dead body.

The blood spread under the wolf's paws, dyeing its gray-black fur shiny. It couldn't wait to stick out its tongue and lick the bloody body. The smell greatly awakened the wolf's hunger. Licking his wound over and over again, the long tongue stretched out all the way to his face.

Mo Zhichen woke up from a semi-comatose, with two green eyes in front of his eyes, his face was scratched by the rough tongue, warm saliva dripped on his face, and the fishy smell rushed into his nasal cavity.

He frowned in disgust, and turned his head hard, trying to avoid the wolf's licking.

Seeing that the food that was about to reach his mouth was still alive, the wolf was even more excited, and bit Mo Zhichen's arm, trying to drag him out of the quagmire.It's a pity that the light sword pierced through the chest and was nailed to the unmelted soil under the mud, and it was impossible to move even if it was dragged.

The wolf didn't understand, and continued to pull on his body unremittingly, the sharp blade scratched his wound, and the severe pain slashed from the chest to the top of the head and limbs, eroding his consciousness fiercely, making him only feel that he was It is a container that wraps pain.

This is a kind of torture, he struggled to get rid of such a drag, but he also expected that his heart would be torn directly by the blade, so that he could be completely relieved.

After a while, the wolf seemed to finally realize that it couldn't drag the "corpse", so it howled, swept its tail and sat beside the corpse, waiting for him to die completely.

The cold wind blew by, and only the wolf accompanied the "corpse", still occasionally licking him.

Mo Zhichen, who was covered in mud, was lying on his back by the Luoshui River, half of his body submerged in the mud softened by the rain, and half of his body soaked in the cold Luoshui. He couldn't move, had no strength, and his eyes were dull and empty staring ahead.

This feeling of waiting to die alone will make people go crazy, the wound is slowly bleeding blood, and the body is losing temperature bit by bit, he can feel his life passing, like an hourglass, although the end can be seen, But it's long enough.

It was getting colder and colder, and his thinking was a little unclear, why he was lying here, why his body was in so much pain, why he was so sad, and gradually he forgot.

I don't remember anything else, but I only know that I am going to die, dying in the desolate wilderness of Luodao, and the body will become a delicious meal for wild wolves before it can rot.

Afterwards, the breath in was less than the breath out, and my consciousness was so blurred that I almost couldn’t remember it. There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes, but I felt a sense of euphoria that I had never felt before. Everything will end, and everything will start again. In the beginning, everything is pure white, everything is blank.

In the blank consciousness, Mo Zhichen seemed to see a figure with his back facing him, it was a somewhat thin and lonely figure, exuding a familiar feeling, but for some reason, that figure kept trembling, making him People can't help but want to comfort.

Mo Zhichen stretched out his hand to him, muttering in his heart, don't be angry, don't cry, the next life...

"In the next life, I will come to accompany you again."

The wolf waited for a long time, and when he was getting impatient, he finally saw the "corpse" raise its arms suddenly, as if it was grabbing something, and after a while, it suddenly lost strength and dropped heavily, without any further movement.

ooh-

The wolf raised its head and let out a long howl, and opened its mouth to bite down on the most tender and delicious neck.

"Desert dust—!"

The wolf's teeth had just pierced Mo Zhichen's skin, and a roar accompanied by a silver spear pierced through the air. The wolf's limbs were weak and unable to dodge, the spear head pierced through the side of the spine, and the wolf was thrown directly. Thirty feet away from the corpse, a long deep mark slid out in the mud.

The wolf only saw a red shadow flashing to the side of the corpse, howled twice, and finally bowed his head and died.

"Mo Zhichen! Mo Zhichen!" Nan Jiu knelt in front of the corpse, his hands trembling, he didn't know where to touch him. The blood has all dried up.

One day ago, Nanjiu left Baling, but he went in the wrong direction. He thought that Mo Zhichen would hide from him if he wanted to escape, and he would go to Qutang Gorge with complicated terrain, but when he arrived at the pass of Qutang Gorge However, the owner of the tea booth at the intersection said that he had never seen a man wearing ink gold and carrying an epee, so he suddenly understood.

Mo Zhichen didn't want to escape for his life, but to deliberately attract Haoqi League's attention.

What the Haoqi League wanted was Mo Zhichen. As long as the Haoqi League could really capture his shadow, they would not send anyone to Baling, nor would they involve Nan Jiu in it.

Mo Zhichen, you really are an asshole.

On the same day, Nan Jiu accidentally smashed a table in a fit of anger, and almost demolished the tea booth at the mountain pass. After paying the money, she turned around and rushed back under the furious eyes of the boss.

It's not Qutang Gorge, the dust of the desert can only go through Luo Road.This time and again, Ren Nanjiu rushed non-stop, and also spent a day and a night on the road.

When I first stepped into Luodao, my body was exhausted, but my heart was anxious.Luo Dao is too chaotic, Hongyi Sect, Tianyi Sect, Shence Camp, Wicked People Valley, Haoqi League, almost all forces gather in this narrow land, once Mo Zhichen loses the halo of Wuxin Sect leader , it can really be regarded as a piece of fat that has been placed on the list.

Nanjiu searched bit by bit along the official road, asking each person one by one, and finally at the intersection of Feixian Valley, a traveling grocery merchant told him that there was a large-scale fight ahead at noon. He didn't see it clearly either, but it sounded extremely intense, scaring him into hiding.

Following the direction the grocer said, Nanjiu quickly searched there, turned around the mountain pass, and saw bloodstains on the ground that had not been washed away by the heavy rain, staining the soil black, and a bit of lingering blood lingered around the tip of his nose, but No body was seen.

He believed that it was the battlefield left by Haoqi, because Haoqi would never leave a brother behind, as long as conditions permit, even if he took away only a corpse.

When he found Mo Zhichen for the first time, he was immersed in the mud motionless, his body was filled with blood, his own light sword was stuck in his chest, and the heavy sword was buried in the mud with only a short hilt. A wolf hovered beside him, baring its sharp fangs.

Nan Jiu knelt in the mud and wiped Mo Zhichen's face over and over again. After the rain stopped, the mud and blood dried up on that face, and wiped his sleeves until there was no clean place. Mo Zhichen's face was still full of dirt. muddy.

"Mo Zhichen, I'm here..." Nan Jiu called him tremblingly, but he didn't respond at all, trembling to test his breath, there was also silence.

Nan Jiu forcibly opened Mo Zhichen's jaw, only to find that his mouth was full of undried blood clots. He couldn't even think of artificial respiration. A hole was pierced in his chest, and cardiopulmonary resuscitation was even more delusional.

In a hurry, he cleaned up all the filth in Mo Zhichen's mouth, and wrapped up all the bleeding wounds on his body to stop the bleeding.

He did all the measures he could think of, but Mo Zhichen still gradually became cold, and the parts of his body that were not covered by the mud were pale and bloodless. Even Nan Jiuyi cruelly pulled out the light sword from his chest, and he There was no reaction at all.

All of a sudden, his heart felt as if he had been dropped by a thousand pieces of gold. All the cruel words before leaving were swallowed up by the silence. He couldn't believe it. How could Mo Zhichen die? How could that arrogant Mo Zhichen die? Will die in such a filthy quagmire, how could he die in such a mess!

If Mo Zhichen were to die, he would have to die in a coffin made of golden nanmu, with silk pillows under his body and a thick layer of gold, silver and jewels on his side. People from the big family would cry for him in front of him and behind him. Send, chant scriptures for him.

In addition, he could not approve of Mo Zhichen's death in any form. It was not such a standard. He did not agree with him to die, and he was not allowed to die.

"Mo Zhichen, wake me up!" Nan Jiu wanted to slap him, but he couldn't bear it when he got in front of him. He put his hand around his head and said, "Wake me up..."

Nan Jiu leaned over and hugged him, "I know I'm capricious and impulsive, and I always don't listen to you, that's why you left me, right? After you wake up, I will listen to you from now on, and do whatever I say , and never quarrel with you again, okay?"

"Didn't you say that the scenery in Baling is beautiful? We can see peach blossoms in spring, and I can make peach blossom wine."

"I will make a variety of delicious food in the future, so that you can eat the same food every day until you are 80 years old."

"Mo Zhichen, you promised to take me to see the lanterns. This year's is not considered, and there will be next year's. You can't break your promise."

"By the way, when I got angry, I demolished Baling's house and tore up all the bank notes you gave me. If you don't come back, I will have no money to spend in the future..."

No voice responded to him, and Mo Zhichen rubbed the cold tip of Nan Jiu's neck against Nan Jiu's neck, reminding him that what he was holding was just a corpse.

This cold touch broke Nanjiu's last line of defense. All the weakest parts of his heart were like sharp blades embedded in them. The scenes of the past were like broken glass. Every word he said and everything he did One thing, every smile raised, is deeply reflected on the fragments, dripping with Nanjiu's memories.

Cold, he also felt very cold, colder than the body in his arms.

"Mo Zhichen, I just came late, you are so cruel and insist on making me homeless," Nan Jiu hugged him tightly, and suddenly smiled slightly, "You go, you go this time , I really got my wish, and I will never see me again.”

Nan Jiu grabbed Mo Zhichen's body and dragged him out of the quagmire step by step.

Mo Zhichen's body was very strong, exceeding Nan Jiu's load, so he could only drag and drag him up the hill and lay him flat on the drier land, and then went to retrieve his Changfeng epee.

Squatting beside Mo Zhichen and looking at him, Nan Jiu realized that he knew very little about Mo Zhichen. Apart from his identity as a hidden sword disciple and the leader of the Wuxin sect, he didn't know anything else, and even wanted to send him off. When I go home, I don't know where to send it.

Or ask his elder brother, anyway, Mo Zhichen is dead, so what can Mo Wanfeng do, he won't even deny the body of his own brother.

Nan Jiu carefully traced his facial features. Although that face was dirty with mud, but in Nan Jiu's opinion, it was the most beautiful in the world. He asked, "Mo Zhichen, do you want to follow me?" Do you still want to go home?"

Mo Zhichen didn't answer.

"Oh yes, following me is probably going to wander the world. I have no money and no house, so I'm afraid I won't be able to support you, young master."

Mo Zhichen still didn't respond.

"If you want to follow me, you just nod, otherwise I'll take it as if you want to go home."

Mo Zhichen still did not move.

Nan Jiu smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, as gentle as water, but from the corners of those curved eyes, water really dripped out, glistening and sliding across her cheeks, then suddenly accelerated, following the arc of her chin, just dripping Falling into Mo Zhichen's lips, it added a bit of luster to his pale lips.

He bowed his head and kissed Mo Zhichen's lips, like kissing the dew of early spring flowers, but it was a little salty and astringent, just like the feeling in his heart, he smiled, "Okay, Mo Zhichen, I will take you home. "