Xianghe

What are you shaking, idiot!

Seeing Xianghe trembling with the little deer essence in his arms, Yuan Qinghu felt angry and funny in his heart. He had clearly agreed that he would sing a bad face by himself. Is it too deep?

Even the two pointer demons and the little golden baby who had been standing next to him, who hadn't told them their plans, were watching the play very calmly behind him. Their attitude might make them want to pick up a small bench and eat melon seeds, you know All the truth-seekers are trembling like fools, and the people watching are really——

Seeing that Xianghe stopped shaking suddenly, he let go of Xiaolujing, and in a blink of an eye, he jumped in front of Xiaolujing, blocking his whole body in front of Xiaolujing, and looked at Yuan Qinghui angrily like an enemy: "I don't You are allowed to hurt him!"

"..." For a while, Yuan Qinghui really didn't know what expression to make.

But when he saw Xiaolujing behind Xianghe panicked and looked up at Xianghe in surprise, Yuan Qinghui decided that the play should continue.

"Okay, as long as he confesses the background of the black wind monster, I can let him go."

As he said that, the aura around Yuan Qinghui became more awe-inspiring, and the atmosphere in the entire cave also became more gloomy.

Fawn was still curled up at Xianghe's feet trembling, not daring to speak.

It seems that there is no effect for the time being, and we need to add some more information, Yuan Qinghui thought, the silver thread hovering in the palm of his hand "swished" around the Xianghe in front of him, and went straight towards the little deer spirit behind him!

He had to suffer a little before he realized that they weren't scaring him, and that if he didn't tell the truth, he might indeed die here.

It was too late and then it was too fast, at the moment when the silver thread wrapped around Xianghe's body and was about to wrap around Xiao Lu's waist, Xianghe, who was always quick in response, suddenly became agile when he shouldn't be, at that moment He threw his hand and grabbed the flying silver thread!

The silver thread is made of jade silk raised in Tianwo. This material is tough and flexible. When it is soft, it becomes a thread, and when it is tough, it becomes a blade. !

"Tick tock, tick tock." In just a moment of trance, Xianghe had already grasped the silver thread. Originally, even if the silver thread was caught, it could still be extended under the restraint of mana, and entangled the deer demon. The thread was caught by Xianghe, and his palms started to bleed, Yuan Qinghui quickly withdrew his magical powers.

The fire in the cave slowly rose, the gloomy sky gradually recovered its light, and the thread held by Xianghe also softened.

"Let go of it, let me see!" I don't care about the red face and the white face anymore. Originally, Yuan Qinghui was willing to accompany Xianghe to set up this little deer essence because he thought that the strong dragon would not suppress the local snake, and he was afraid of the black The wind monsters are not as easy to deal with as he imagined, so he decided to sing this play with Xianghe so that the future can be more secure, but if Xianghe is hurt because of such insignificant little monsters, then he doesn't mind letting Nanling's tragedy repeat. Let's repeat it again, with his strength, he still needs to beat around the bush, all of which will be given to him later!

Seeing that Yuan Qinghui's silver thread softened in his hand, Xianghe was willing to let go of his hand, the place where his palm touched the silver thread was already bloody.

Yuan Qinghui withdrew his silver thread, held Xianghe's injured hand in his palm, looked at it carefully, felt extremely distressed, wanted to caress his wound, but this would definitely aggravate the injury and dared not do it, but He didn't have any medicine at hand, and seeing the two guys behind him who had watched the show for a long time just bandaged Xiaolu's waist without using medicine, Yuan Qinghui knew that Xianghe's injury must be serious if he stayed here. It won't be all right, so he immediately picked up Xianghe and threw it to the people in the room: "I'll take him to the sea."

He left with a cloud.

Yuan Qinghui's series of movements were too fast. Xianghe was still in a daze from being carried away by Yuan Qinghui, but after blowing the wind on the cloud, he seemed to be a little sober: "Go back, it's not a big deal." Injury, no matter it will be fine."

But Yuan Qinghui turned a deaf ear, he hugged Xianghe closer to him, buried his head in his neck: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

Originally, Yuan Qinghui in this state could not be persuaded by anyone. As long as he made up his mind to do it, no one could persuade him to come back, but then, Xianghe's words made him stop immediately .

"But will the trauma make it inconvenient to enter the sea?"

Yuan Qinghui froze in place driving Xiangyun, how could, how could he forget such a simple thing?

In the past, no matter what kind of injury he suffered, no matter whether it was internal or external, he would not care too much, and just dived into the sea at once, but it was him at that time, he was different, his skin was rough and fleshy, and the wound had been soaked by sea water At worst, it will hurt for a while, as long as he sees Xuanzhu, he can come back to life, but now it is Xianghe, he is different, although it is unintentional, but it is actually Yuan's magic weapon that hurt Xianghe, but what he has to do now Isn't it just to hurt Xianghe a second time?

How can I become more and more confused as I live?

Coincidentally, the place where they stopped now is a bustling big town, Yuan Qinghui lowered his head in embarrassment, looking at Xianghe who was looking at him with a pure face in his arms: "Then Xianghe, let's go down and find a doctor in the world to give you see?"

Xianghe is now a mortal body. Although he has eaten some good things and already has some fairy fate, he is still a mortal body. A mortal doctor should be able to heal him.

Xianghe nodded in his arms.

In order not to scare the mortals, Yuan Qinghui landed in an empty alley, and then ran to the medical clinic with Xianghe in his arms.

Seeing that Xianghe's hands were wrapped up thickly by the doctor, Yuan Qinghui took Xianghe and left after asking for a lot of medicine. Originally, he wanted to pick up Xianghe and run away, but this time Xianghe He reacted quickly, and let him hug him without saying anything. When they came here, many passers-by looked at them. Xianghe told him many times in his arms to let him down and go by himself.

"It's just a small injury, don't worry about it." Even the doctor in the hospital told Yuan Qinghui that, but Yuan Qinghui only felt that the doctor was irresponsible. How could this be considered a small injury?Xianghe's hands were bleeding so much.

"If you come later, I'm afraid you will scab over." The doctor's next words made Xianghe's face turn red again, she kept bowing her head to accompany the doctor, and then dragged Yuan Qinghui out of the hospital Pavilion door.

The medical clinic is located in a busy city. If you don't want ordinary people to see it and cause a stir, Yuan Qinghui can't use Xiangyun to leave here. He chose to take Xianghe back to the uninhabited alley when he just landed.

Looking at Xianghe's right hand wrapped into a big white dumpling, Yuan Qinghui asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Xianghe stretched out her hand in front of her, stared at the big white paw and blinked: "It's just not convenient."

It happened that the right hand was injured, and everything would be affected.

Yuan Qinghui thought about it, and immediately approached Xianghe with a smile all over his face and said, "It's okay, I'll help you."

There is also a sentence "I will be your right hand from now on." Yuan Qinghui didn't have the nerve to say it, after all, Xianghe's hand will be healed soon, this sentence is not appropriate.

Xianghe didn't say yes or no, in fact, he didn't intend to talk to him at all, and now Xianghe was attracted by the young man who appeared at the end of the alley in front of him.

It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, dressed in the rough clothes of ordinary people, some tattered, the package on his back was also tattered and old, the shoes on his feet were dirty, it seemed that he had walked a long way From a long distance away, the toes of his shoes are already a bit rotten. The young boy looks ordinary. At first glance, he looks like the dark skin of an ordinary farm child, full of healthy luster.

The little boy looked at Xianghe, no, to be precise, he was looking at Yuan Qinghui, and exclaimed excitedly: "Are you a god? I just saw you coming down from the clouds!"

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Yuan Qinghui was stunned for a moment. He obviously chose a secluded place when he came down. He thought no one would find him, but unexpectedly he was still seen?

"God! Please save us! Our country has experienced a severe drought for ten years, and it hasn't rained in ten years! A few days ago, the Balrog was raging again, and the last food reserves were burned! Everyone, Everyone is starving to death, please save us!"

The little boy threw himself at Yuan Qinghui's feet, sobbing and pleading.

Yuan Qinghui recalled, besides Nanlin, where else was the outbreak of the Balrog recently?The patron saint of that country should be a fake death, but after the fake death, someone else should replace him, or he will reappear in a different image, but this is not the point. It happened, as long as the patron saint takes care of something, it can be cleaned up, but if no one cleans it up for a long time, then there are only two possibilities: the first is that there is no patron saint, and the second is what Yuan Qinghui thinks is the most likely— — Their drought is a gift from God.

No one dared to clean up the drought bestowed by the Emperor of Heaven. Only when the time of harvesting the law stipulated by the Emperor of Heaven finally came, would a god be ordered to rain to win over people's hearts.

If this is the case, then Yuan Qinghui can't control it, and Xianghe still has the black wind monster at hand to deal with, he doesn't want to delay Xianghe's side because of this matter, he is about to refuse, but he sees that Xianghe seems to be right The young man was particularly interested.

Xianghe squatted down slightly, almost at the same level as the boy, looked at him and said, "Where is your home? After we finish the big monster here, we can go back and help you guys, okay?"

"..." Xianghe will really take care of him, if this is a disaster from the Emperor of Heaven, they can't resist the order, and he has no friendship with the Emperor of Heaven, maybe after a few trials on the edge of resisting the order He will be reduced to a situation like Xianghe, how can he help him at that time?Therefore, Yuan Qinghui had already started thinking about how to fool these two people.

But then, Yuan Qinghui breathed a sigh of relief at the young man's words - okay, there is no need to fool around.

"Everyone is like this..." The boy's forbearing emotions erupted at this moment, his shoulders couldn't stop shaking, and finally, he stood up and looked up at Yuan Qinghui, "You so-called gods , I don’t care about the life and death of our common people at all, one or two are wastes who want to lie on our corpses to get merit!"

Maybe there is still some fear in his heart, obviously on the verge of being very angry, but the young man still dare not touch Yuan Qinghui, when he was praying to Yuan Qinghui just now, the young man was crying, but after standing up now, the young man did not touch Yuan Qinghui again. Crying, there is only endless anger in his eyes, so strong, the anger that can only be emitted by a young man who is full of enthusiasm like fire, just a look, it makes people's scalp go numb.

Who hasn't had such a passionate youth, and who hasn't lived in his heart a warrior who wants to fight the sky, the earth, and the gods?

But with the passage of age, the warrior in everyone's heart slowly dissipated, covered in dust, and even that touch of heroic feelings that shook the world finally turned into dust and smoke, but when the young self, the young blood reappeared When he appeared in front of him, anyone would be a little impulsive, the things in his blood, even if he died or dispersed, his soul would still be there.

Xianghe took a step forward and put his arms around the boy's shoulders: "Don't worry, we will go to you as soon as we finish the matter at hand, tell me your name and country, we—"

But Xianghe was interrupted by the young man before he finished speaking.

The young man slammed away Xianghe's arm on his shoulder, which happened to be Xianghe's injured hand. The moment he shook off Xianghe's arm, Yuan Qinghui's eyes were not good.

"We, Wu Qi, don't need the hypocrisy of you gods! We don't want to believe in you so-called gods anymore!"

The young man shook off Xianghe's hand and carried his own package on his back. The moment he turned around, tears burst into tears, but the fire in his eyes did not dissipate. The young man bit his lips tightly, left the deserted alley, and rushed into the unknown world.

"Hey—" Xianghe reached out to chase the boy, but was stopped by Yuan Qinghui.

"Forget it, he won't believe us, so he will naturally ask their own patron saint. There are so many suffering mortals in the world, and they can't be saved."

Xianghe stared blankly at the arm that was thrown away by the young man just now, and muttered to herself: "Can't I save it..."