Xiao Jiu looked at her, shook his tail thorn, and followed her to the other side of the stream, and stood by the stream and looked curiously at the man floating in the water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looks like a man.

Fortunately, the stream was not deep, so Qianling threw the shoes she was carrying to the bank of the stream, stood in the stream with her bare feet, and dragged the man who floated all the way down the stream to the bank of the stream, and then went ashore to grab the man's two arms and drag him to the shore.

Unfortunately, her strength was not enough, and even if half of his body was drowned in the stream, the man who was unconscious and limp looked very tall.

Heavy like a pile of cotton filled with water.

Xiao Jiu watched her use her strength to drag the man out of the stream again and again, and as soon as her strength was released, the man slid back into the stream like a soft loach, and repeated it several times.

"Whew, it's finally ......" finally dragged the person ashore, Qianling's hands and feet were weak, she straightened her soaked long skirt, and sat by the stream to breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Xiao Jiu, who had just taken the initiative to bite the man's soaked clothes and help her drag people up, she smiled and rubbed its head: "That's good!"

"Chirp!" Chirp wagged his tail thorn and let out a low snort of pride.

But he ran briskly forward, approached the man who was soaking wet and lying motionless on the side, and sniffed curiously and vigilantly.

Qianling took off the two loops of white fluff that were wet on her wrists and placed them on the white stones by the stream.

Pulling her soaked dress into a knot at her legs, Qianling stepped forward with a pair of bare feet, squatted down beside the man, looked at him carefully, and reached out to probe his snort......

His eyes suddenly touched the pair of wet white wings hanging on the ground behind the man, and Qianling was startled, and his hand was stunned, and he suddenly took it back.

"Chirp?" Xiao Jiu watched her reaction and tilted his head.

...... the people of Eren Is?

Qianling stared at the pair of bloodstained white wings behind the man, paused, and cautiously turned her head to look around to make sure that there was no one else around.

Odd......

How could there be an angel of Ellenis, alone in the outer forest of the demon clan's territory, far beyond Galandelle?

And it seems that he was seriously injured......

Qianling looked at the man and frowned in confusion.

Wet half-length hair against his stubble face and chin, the man looked to be in his thirties, tall, wearing a tattered ragged shirt, as if he had been torn and cut by a large number of sharp blades at the same time, and the shocking blood was all over his body. The most serious thing was a few blood marks on the throat, dripping with blood, dark red blood mixed with water droplets, flowing all the way down the throat to the chest, staining the ragged clothes.

In addition to the dense and small wounds that appeared to be faintly scarred all over the body, there were several new slender wounds on the man's arms and chest, as if he had been cut by a sharp and slender sword, and blood was dripping and flowing.

Covered in blood, dying, and alone......

Just like when she first left Ellens.

Qianling slowly stretched out her hand and probed the man's snort.

It's faint, but there's still a hint of breath.

Leaning down to the man's chest, making sure he still had a heartbeat, Qianling breathed a sigh of relief.

If the people of the demon clan find out, this uncle will be dead......

Qianling looked at the man's dying face without any movement, bit her lip, and clenched her hand a little bit, as if she had made up her mind.

I used to be compatriots, and I can't see death without help.

It's just that......

She looked at the man's tall figure and the slender wings behind him, and frowned a little in embarrassment.

How can this be moved?

No wonder she couldn't drag the man out of the stream with all her strength to feed......

Such a big pair of wings were soaked in the stream, and every feather was wet and covered with water, so it was no wonder that it did not sink.

This is also the reason why when she used to be in Eren Is, she hated going out on rainy days the most...... Her short, small wings were wet and uncomfortable, let alone the long, plump wings.

But......

Qianling muttered, staring at the wide and slender white wings, pursed her lips and glared with grief and envy.

I used to dream of having a pair of wings like this......

Suddenly, a black beast claw tentatively slowly lifted it to the unconscious man's face, and slapped it with a "chirp".

The slender tail thorn swayed slightly, Xiao Jiu leaned next to the man, and stretched out his paws to pat his face with great interest, seeing that he didn't react, he tilted his head, and slapped a few paws one after another.

"Little Jiu ......!"

Qianling hurriedly removed the paw that Xiao Jiu had pressed on the man's face, and when she looked at it again, a clear paw print had appeared on the man's face......

"Chirp!" Xiao Jiu glanced at the unconscious man, and then at her, his tail thorn shook slightly, looking very interested.

"This is not prey...... Can't eat, can't play. Qianling patted its head, a little helpless.

Xiao Jiu looked at her, then at the pair of white wings behind the man, and tilted his head in confusion.

Qianling looked at its confused appearance and sneered:

"It's not all birds with wings......

Xiao Jiu, this guy has been living in the beast taming field at the bottom of the valley since he was born, and he has probably never seen their dark demon nemesis, the angel clan with the light of purification.

But......

Qianling stared at Xiao Jiu's broad-looking and powerful back, her eyes suddenly lit up, she ran to the back of the man's head, squatted down and helped him up from behind.

"Xiao Jiu, come on!" Qian Ling beckoned to Xiao Jiu as she helped the man up.

Xiao Jiu looked at her, and then at the man, as if he didn't know why:

"Chirp?"

The wind of early winter, with a bit of bitter coldness, swept through the branches, startled a few birds and sprinkled a few dead leaves.

Some secluded cave deep in the forest.

Vines of different thicknesses are either green or withered, layered around the mouth of the cave, like blooming spring flowers falling down, and like bead curtains blowing in the wind, covering most of the hole.

Flames ignited from the piles of dead leaves and branches, and long shadows spilled onto the ground, shaking to and fro.

Qianling sat by the fire and took a few dead branches from the side and added them to the fire.

Xiao Jiu lay next to her, snooze comfortably on the fire, and snored a few times from time to time.

Feeling that the long skirt that was pulled at her legs seemed to be gradually drying out, Qianling untied the knots tied at the side of her legs, and the white skirt dotted with light four-leaf clovers scattered down and brushed from her ankles.

Picking up the bamboo pot that had been placed next to the fire, she stood up and walked lightly towards the inside of the cave.

Flames flickered, and shadows swept across the ground.

A man in his early thirties lies on the edge of a rock wall inside the cave, covered with a thick futon and a cold towel on his forehead.

Soft footsteps sounded.

Qianling sat down beside the man and placed the bamboo pot on the ground beside her. He took off the towel, probed his forehead, put the towel into a basin with water on the side, soaked it, folded it into a square and gently covered his forehead again.