The rainy night of late autumn is lonely and lonely, and the autumn wind and drizzle gently knock on the window lattice, like those suppressed weeping.

Immortal carefully observed Yuruo's jet-black lips and looked up at Andrew. "It seems to have been poisoned, and it has already had a seizure. He reached out to check Yuruo's pulse, frowning. But strangely, her body seemed to be blocking the spread of toxins, and her blood seemed to stop flowing, protecting her heart. There was no heartbeat, but there was a light pulse. ”

Andrew walked over to the bed, stretched out his hand, and a green glow poked out. For a moment, he turned his head to look at Ying Zizhen. "Who is she? How can there be a powerful force in her body protecting her heart, even my spiritual power is resisted. ”

Jiya looked at Andrew suspiciously, tears rolling across her face. "Is she still alive?"

Andrew glanced at the bloodied Ying Zizhen as he pondered his words. "She should still be conscious, can you tell her to try to control that power and not resist my spiritual power? If that force is fierce against my spiritual power, I'm afraid her body won't be able to withstand such a strong collision. ”

Ying Zizhen leaned into Youruo's ear and thought for a while, but he didn't know how to say it. She got up in a hurry, pulled him away, and whispered: "There must be something in her heart that hasn't been put down, and a strong faith is supporting her." Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive until now. After speaking, he looked at Ying Zizhen and said loudly: "That Ying Zizhen died miserably, and he couldn't save this little girl after all." ”

A crystal tear slipped from the corner of Yuruo's eyes, and the jet black on her dark lips began to spread, and the strong faith that obviously supported her suddenly collapsed, and she gave up resistance completely.

Andrew smiled bitterly and said to Ying Zizhen: "I am afraid that my spiritual power will only take a long time to recover, I hope you are worth my adventure." General Yin, please help me guard the door, our lives are in your hands. ”

Win Immortal looked at him suspiciously, a little anxious. "You didn't say your life was in danger. ”

Jiya panicked, she grabbed Andrew's hand, shook her head desperately, her chest seemed to be pressed against a boulder, her breathing became difficult, and tears slipped down her eyes.

Andrew said to everyone, "I'll be fine, don't worry!" After speaking, he fixed his body in the air, crossed his legs, and held his hands apart. Two streams of emerald green light shrouded Youruo and Win Zizhen respectively.

Ying Zizhen seemed to want to break free, but it seemed that he was bound by something. As soon as his spirit relaxed, the pain in his body clearly transmitted to his head, and he felt as if his body was torn apart.

Andrew urged his spiritual power with all his might, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, like a layer of frost. Jiya stared nervously at everything in front of her, her white teeth as if they were about to bite her lip to bleed.

The wound was healing, and Ying Zizhen could clearly feel the numbness of the tendon reorganization.

He sat in a chair near the door, clutching the giant knife tightly in his palm. The door had been knocked open by Ying Zizhen, and a cold cool air poured in through the door. The latticework was beaten by the drizzle, and the water droplets that gathered gently fell along the edge of the mullions, and were carried by the wind, dripping on the windowsill, splashing a silver-white mist.

When the sky was light, Andrew finally ran out of spiritual power and fell straight out of the air. Jiya hurriedly pounced on him and gently helped him up. Immortal also stood up, walked over, and looked at him quietly, her face full of worry.

Andrew's face was pale and he seemed speechless. Jiya helped him wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, but the tentacles were cold, and the beads of sweat had formed into beads of ice, sticking to his skin, glowing with silver-gray brilliance in the light of the candlelight.

Ji Ya sobbed quietly, she didn't know what to do, a pair of sad black eyes looked helplessly at Immortal. Ying Zizhen's wound had completely healed, but he was still a little staggering, and he helped Andrew to the bed and wrapped Andrew in a brocade quilt. Turning his head to look at Youruo, Youruo snorted softly, and spit out the black blood held in his throat. The person was still in a coma, his face was still pale, but his breathing was very even, and it was obvious that his life should have been saved.

Ying Zizhen wiped away the black blood that Youruo spat out and shook his heavy head, trying to keep himself awake. Yin Immortal said to him, "Both of you have lost too much blood and are weak, so don't worry. ”

Andrew's face seemed to have a layer of cold ice hanging on his face, and the cold air could be felt from afar. He looked at Ying Zizhen with difficulty, trying to squeeze out a little smile, but he couldn't, he tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

Later historian Meng Jingzhi also included this event in the "History of Xie: The Biography of Zhongyi Lingwang". It is recorded in the book: "King Wulie, in trouble, went to the post at night, saw the King of Loyal and Righteous Spirits, please save the Yiren." The spirit king said left and right: 'If you can brave the difficulties, you are not afraid of death, and you will not be able to do it.' At the end of the sentence, he risked his life, sacrificed his life to rescue, and almost died. Since then, the King has been regarded as a close friend. ”

Seeing that Andrew's body was becoming stiff and the cold was getting stronger, he split open the broken door and ignited a fire. Ji Ya gently hugged Andrew close to the fire, she held back her tears, pretending to be very strong, and met Ying Zizhen's eyes, he remembered the situation when Yu Ruo fell to the ground, and a sour feeling welled up in his heart.

Ying Bu Extinguish went out and fetched a basin of water and put it in front of Ying Zizhen. "Wash up, it's scary!" Ying Zizhen looked at himself in the mirror, the blood had solidified on his face, and it was indescribably terrifying. He plunged his whole head into the water, and the biting cold quickly spread throughout his body, and his mind suddenly cleared up. He wiped it clean and sat in front of Youruo's bed, Youruo's face regained a trace of blood, and it seemed that there was no danger to his life. He turned his head to look at Andrew, his cold gaze mixed with a hint of gratitude.

Andrew leaned into Jiya's arms, opened his eyes weakly, and stared blankly at Ying Zizhen, without a single expression on his face, and the raging flames reflected in his dark pupils, as if burning in his eyes.

From time to time he poured wood into the flames, his face tense, as if he were thinking about his own business, without a superfluous word.

The ice beads on Andrew's face gradually melted, sweat slowly flowed down his head, Jiya kept wiping it, but it seemed that she couldn't wipe it clean, and the sadness she had tried to suppress finally exploded, and the sound of crying filled the room.

Ying Zizhen staggered to his feet and said to Immortal, "I have to go, everywhere I am full of danger." Settled my matter, I'll pick her up. ”

Immortal said in surprise: "I've been waiting for you to say, what happened yesterday?"

Ying Zizhen paused slightly. "Shadow Guard!" he staggered out.