"Wait for me!" Mu Ziding shouted loudly, but Fengjian was long gone.

Looking up at the mountain that Fengjian had seen before, Mu Ziding faintly felt something, and hurriedly followed.

……

"It hurts......" In a trance, Mu Qingyang felt that his body couldn't move, and every place hurt his heart and lungs, but he couldn't make any sound, and it was extremely difficult to open his eyes.

As soon as he had a momentary feeling, in the midst of another burst of sharp pain, Mu Qingyang lost consciousness again and fainted.

"Qing Yang, Qing Yang?" Mu Ziding cautiously threw himself on the side of the bed, as if he had seen her frowning, but why didn't he react no matter how he called it?

Could it be that all this is my own delusion?

Just when Mu Ziding questioned, Mu Qingyang seemed to have a slight reaction.

"Hurt ......" I don't know if it was the call of Mu Ziding that played some role, Mu Qingyang, who had just been unconscious, opened his lips slightly, although the voice was as thin as a mosquito, but this time Mu Ziding accurately captured this small detail and grasped it in her hand.

"Qing Yang, are you awake?" Several times she woke up from a dazzle, which had already made Mu Ziding anxious, and this time he opened his mouth again to say similar things as before.

"Qing Yang?" It's just that every time he touches and calls, he seems to be so cautious, for fear that one of his carelessness will make her pain worse.

"Qingyang?" shouted loudly, staring at her lips intently, for fear that he would miss any subtle place.

"I ......" This time, Mu Qingyang seemed to hear Mu Ziding's voice, and slowly spit out a word.

"Qing Yang, Qing Yang, what are you going to say?" was just one word, but it made Mu Ziding very excited, this time, he could be sure that Mu Qingyang, who had been in a coma for several days, finally woke up.

“…… It hurts ......" was still difficult to spit out a word, but it made Mu Ziding's face change greatly for a while.

Thinking of the injuries on her whole body at the first sight, Mu Ziding couldn't help but feel a sour nose, and then his eyes turned red.

"I know, I know you hurt, you bear with it, we'll go down the mountain in a while, and I'll make you a better pill. "In the past few days, just relying on some materials on the mountain, he can't make the pill that Mu Ziding wants, but Mu Qingyang, who was dying at the time, couldn't leave her alone to go farther away to find what he wanted, so he could only use up the existing pill on his body.

However, now that Mu Qingyang has woken up, they can go down the mountain to give her better treatment.

"Come, drink this pottion. Suddenly remembering something, he quickly picked up the cold decoction on the side and handed it to Mu Qingyang's mouth.

"Little ......" looked at the ghosting in front of him, and Mu Qingyang at this moment seemed to be a little unable to believe what he was seeing.

"It's me, little dingzi. As if she knew what she wanted to say, before Mu Qingyang's words could be fully spoken, Mu Ziding hurriedly followed.

"Don't speak, drink this first. ”

put the decoction to Mu Qingyang's mouth, this is already the best herb that can be found on this mountain, although it can relieve pain, but these days she has been reluctantly poured into it while she is asleep, and the effect has been greatly reduced, this time she can finally drink it in its entirety, which should be regarded as a thing worthy of Mu Ziding's happiness!

"I know you must have a lot of questions to ask me, but this will, your physical condition does not allow you to talk much, so from now on you take care of your injuries, and when you get better, I will tell you. Mu Ziding said as he slowly fed her.