, go ashore together, and finally land on the shore, and complain about the ugly Yu again

The water was turbulent, Zhao Yun held Qi Han in his arms, tried his best to expose his mouth and nose to the water, and drifted away with the waves in an instant. The Black Mountain Army couldn't catch up, shouting and shouting in the distance, Zhao Yun glanced back at the torches that were clearly extinguished, knowing that the target of these people at the moment was not on himself and Qi Han, his mind was a little calm, and he focused all his attention on the young man in his arm.

After turning a few alluvial bends, the shadow of the soldier's torch has long since disappeared without a trace.

The young man's head hung softly in Zhao Yun's shoulder socket, spitting out a gossamer-like breath, as if it would break at any time, and sprayed all of it into Zhao Yun's neck. Zhao Yun's heart tightened tighter, and he struggled to swim towards the distant riverbank, but Qi Han's body was in a coma, and it was extremely difficult to control it, the water flow was rapid, and the impact was extremely strong, he was almost exhausted before he successfully grabbed the water grass on the shore and climbed up.

Zhao Yun picked up the young man's crooked and soft body and was about to go ashore, when he caught a glimpse of red floating on the surface of the river with slanted eyes.

He frowned, didn't think much about it, grabbed the red shirt with his hand, lifted it in his palm, and threw the other person ashore.

The man's eyebrows were slender, his face was blue and black, and his appearance was very handsome, it was Zhang Yan.

Zhao Yun guessed that it was him early in the morning, only glanced at it, didn't even probe his snort, picked up Qi Han and went to a ruined temple not far away.

He carefully put Qi Han down and lay on his back, picked up the futon and raised his feet slightly, and then hurriedly touched his veins. Qi Han's breathing was still gentle, and if it weren't for the fact that he had been close to his neck before, he would hardly have felt it. At this moment, he pinched his wrist, and the pulse was even weaker and deeper. Zhao Yun knew that it was not good, his eyes were bloodshot, and his tired face became even more gloomy.

He gently tore off Qi Han's shirt, revealing a hideous dark red wound on his abdomen, fortunately Zhang Yan's dagger was non-toxic, at this moment Qi Han had lost too much blood, and his blood momentum had eased himself.

Zhao Yun went to his arms to take out the wound medicine, but found out the empty jar of Qi Han's self-made fixed painting, and when he found the porcelain bottle of the wound medicine, he found that it was full of river water, and the ointment had already been washed away. Zhao Yun's eyebrows furrowed, he quickly put the two things back into his arms, stood up, and pursed his lips to look at the young man who was dying on the ground.

There is no way but to stop the bleeding first. Zhao Yun forcibly settled his mind, clenched his fists, and warned himself: It's okay! He was so badly injured last time, he fell in the pile of corpses, and was trampled by horses, but he still survived! Qi Han is deeply blessed, and he has the blessing of heaven, and he will never be fine!

After calming down a little, Zhao Yun looked around and found a pile of dry firewood in the corner of the wall, which should have been left by a homeless person or a beggar. He hurriedly took it, rummaged for a while, and sure enough, he found the fire knife flint, and quickly lit a fire beside Qi Han. He tore off his white underwear again, put it on the fire to dry, covered the wound between Qi Han's abdomen with a short thick layer of cloth, and tied it around his waist and abdomen, and wrapped it fixedly.

After doing this in one go, Zhao Yun was relieved. Unexpectedly, when he leaned over to probe Qi Han's snort, he found that he was not breathing!

This surprise was really extraordinary, Zhao Yun held his face and shouted out in a gaffe: "Akan!"

Within reach of his hands, his face was still warm, and there was a faint slight pulsation between his neck, Zhao Yun's eyes were red, looking at Qi Han's pale lips, he prayed several times in his heart, took a deep breath, and covered it......

Boundless nightmares, in a trance, the white fog around them could not be seen, but there was a faint familiar voice in the void, calling out to itself in an extremely unfamiliar way.

Streams of warm air rushed into the silent lungs, and there was a feeling in the dark that there was a person who desperately wanted to wake up, because of that person's ardent and obsessive prayer, he was no longer alone in this strange and strange Eastern Han Dynasty......

Qi Han's heart moved slightly, he choked suddenly, and opened his eyes when his breathing suddenly resumed.

He was so weak that he couldn't react to the moment in front of him. I felt that my lips were loosened, and the person who pressed my upper body suddenly left. Qi Han didn't seem to know what was going on, he only raised his eyelids in confusion, his pupils swept around in disfocus, and closed them tiredly.

"Don't sleep. ”

When a deep and intimate voice came, Qi Han's eyelids moved, and he barely opened a gap.

"Don't sleep, Akan. Zhao Yun leaned down again, stretched out his hand and pulled up the messy wet hair beside his face, "Should me?"

It seemed that he had finally reacted to who the people around him were, Qi Han completely relaxed, and his consciousness gradually became lost in his warm and beautiful voice, and he hummed softly, but he was extremely disobedient and closed his eyelids again. At this moment, a sharp pain surged in the abdomen, and the tide spread to the limbs, and even the tips of the hair trembled. He snorted, his brows furrowed, his handsome face turned pale instantly, and a layer of fine sweat rose on his forehead.

Zhao Yun saw that his whole body twitched lightly in pain, and he groaned low one after another in his throat, like a dying young beast, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and he couldn't help but replace him. But because of this lingering pain, knowing that he would not faint again in an instant, Zhao Yun felt a little relieved while feeling distressed, twisted a towel to wipe the sweat on his face, leaned down and hugged him gently.

Qi Han's eyes were closed tightly, his consciousness was chaotic, and he was surrounded by a pair of warm and powerful arms, as if he had found solace. With a muffled grunt in his throat, he leaned into the warmth in obedience to his instincts. After he lost blood, his whole body was cold, and his neck and head were all pressed into the crook of Zhao Yun's arm to absorb heat.

However, this action touched the wound, and a bright red overflowed from the bandaging strip. Zhao Yun's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of melancholy. Knowing that this was not the way to go on, although he didn't want to let go of the person in his hand, he had to comfort him in a low voice, and broke his fingers one by one.

Losing his support, Qi Han's brows trembled slightly a few times in dissatisfaction, his throat snorted, and he trembled again.

Zhao Yun pulled the fire and leaned in front of Qi Han, and fixed his hands and feet to make sure that he would not stir around. Only then did he get up and walk into the ruined temple to check, and found a broken iron wok. His eyes lit up, he came out with an iron wok, and glanced at Qi Han, who was still struggling with severe pain. Leaning over in his ear and admonishing: "Akan, I'll go fetch water, and you promise me not to sleep." ”

Qi Han replied in a low voice in a daze. Zhao Yun knew that he was not completely confused, so he was relieved.

got up and was about to go out to get water, but saw the red shadow falling by the broken temple door.

Zhao Yun frowned slightly, he was in a hurry to wake up Qi Han, but he didn't find out when Zhang Yan arrived at the door.

Zhang Yan threw himself on the ground, with arrows still stuck in his vest and back shoulder, half of his face buried in the dirt, but he looked at him with a pair of brown eyes. There was a blue curved vertical line between the eyebrows, indicating that the poison was deep and could not move. I really don't know how he managed to get to this broken temple. I saw him purse his cyan lips, and a deep mockery flashed in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was only slightly stunned when he saw him, and immediately ignored it, lifted the iron wok, and walked out, when he passed him, he saw that his poisonous arrow was stuck in his body, and he was already dying and pitiful, so he squatted down without saying a word and lifted the pair of arrows out.

Zhang Yan clenched her teeth and didn't say a word, only spitting out a mouthful of tooth blood foam, which showed that she was ruthless. His body was completely numb and unable to move.

This leaning over and pulling out the arrow was just a matter of moments, Zhao Yun got up and left without stopping, but Zhang Yan sneered and said in an extremely ugly and hoarse voice: "Brother Zilong, I see ...... You kissed him. ”

"How?"

Zhao Yun frowned slightly, groaned slightly, and asked rhetorically. He wanted to say that it was saving people, but he felt too lazy to say it. Do you still have to explain to him that you have turned over Zhongjing Jinkui and know this method of saving people? The most important thing at the moment is to save Akan, and there is no need to talk nonsense about the rest.

"You!" Zhang Yan coughed violently, and when he saw Zhao Yun stepping past him, he completely ignored his words, and couldn't help but be angry, "You are really ...... Cheeky ......"

Zhao Yun didn't seem to hear it, and walked towards the distance.

Zhang Yan laughed angrily: "It's a pity that I think you are a pair of firefighters, and you are hot...... I'd like to see how you will behave when that man knows that you are inferior to him, and that you are full of filth to him?Ahem......" He coughed, and he couldn't help laughing wildly, "I can't think of it, I can't think of it...... The cycle of retribution, you now have to taste the bitter fruit of not being able to ask for it...... Hahaha!"

Tear your face. Lives are short-lived.

The resentment that Zhang Yan had lingered in her heart for a long time has disappeared a lot. He broke the jar and ridiculed Zhao Yun, and laughed loudly when he was dying, and his arrogant posture was revealed, and the lingering woman-like sorrow in his chest suddenly disappeared, and this laughter was really enjoyable. A pair of handsome eyes stared at Zhao Yun's back that suddenly stopped, evil and deeply bent.

"Xiao Chu, this is like you. ”

Unexpectedly, his crazy and exciting words, Zhao Yun was not annoyed at all, after a pause, he turned to look at him, and his eyes were much gentler, "Love makes you faint, you were too paranoid in the past, and everything you ask for and do is beyond your heart." I'm different from you, I don't ask for it. ”

"Laugh if you want, remember to be quiet, don't quarrel with him. As the words fell, he glanced at the person lying in the temple, frowning and his eyes full of worry, but the corners of his lips drew a light smile because he saw that person. For a while, the handsome face like the warm sun was full of indescribable tenderness.

Zhang Yan's laughter stopped abruptly.

He stared blankly at the face that was thinking about it, chuckling softly for the sake of others.

Watching him turn around and walk quickly to the water's edge, the long-lost love in his heart trembled, and finally turned into an untouchable sigh.

Zhao Yun quickly turned around, took out the wet dry food and boiled it with the boiling water in the iron wok and boiled it into a soup paste. He blew the porridge paste and fed it to Qi Han's mouth. Fortunately, Zhang Yan's short dagger blade was shallow, and although Qi Han was stabbed because he saw Zhao Yun lose his mind at first glance, the moment the dagger hit his body, he still reflexively retreated, so he did not pierce the abdominal cavity. Although this open wound is strict, fortunately it can still eat, which is a great luck in misfortune.