It was getting dark.

The thunderclouds in the sky swelled, the streamers stirred, and finally moved westward.

The top of the forest, with the last aftermath, the canopy of the forest sank with the darkness.

In the woodland, a flame rose into the air, and the bodies of Ji Fang, Ji Xiaoshi and other five people turned into ashes along with the fire bed.

The firelight gradually fell, the darkness came like a tide, and the hearts of Yan Lingyun and the seven people were poured through by the cold.

The companion who was smiling at the beginning is now a farewell to heaven and man!

Poof!

In the darkness, someone fell, and then Ji Wushuang's exclamation came, shouting Ji Yuhan's name.

Everyone was startled, and hurriedly raised a bonfire, and moved Ji Yuhan to the bonfire, only to see that her face was as pale as paper, trembling and trembling, and she was a little unconscious.

Ji Wushuang hugged her tightly, sat on the ground and wept, a little overwhelmed.

Yan Lingyun approached, first reached out to probe his waist ribs, frowned, and then didn't care about the suspicion of men and women, stretched out two fingers and pressed Ji Yuhan's bare body, and the latter immediately let out a painful moan.

Ji Wushuang was startled, raised his teary eyes and asked, "Have you found a problem?"

The other four Ji teenagers also gathered around the bonfire and watched with concern.

Yan Lingyun withdrew his hand and sighed: "The sword finger of the young man in Tsing Yi is very strong, once it is rubbed, even if the clothes are not destroyed on the outside and the skin is not injured, the inner body has been torn apart. Sister Yuhan has been holding on until now, and the pain she has endured is unimaginable!"

When several people heard this, their eyes were red. Ji Wushuang looked at the more than ten exposed places on Ji Yuhan's body that were broken by the sword fingers, and his heart was even more sad, and he whimpered silently.

While the young man in Tsing Yi was humiliated, he also made a ruthless move!

Yan Lingyun picked up a burning dead branch from the bonfire, walked into the dense forest on the side, and returned after a short time, holding a ball of dead grass and leaves.

Seeing this, Ji Changqing and the four of them hurriedly lit a few more bonfires on the side. Yan Lingyun moved the bonfire in the middle, spread the withered grass and leaves retrieved on the warm ground, and motioned for Ji Wushuang to put Ji Yuhan on it, and did not touch her, leaving her to lie down naturally.

Ji Changqing took out the medicine to invigorate the tendons and stop bleeding, and first Ji Wushuang poured some water on Ji Yuhan and water, and then several people also dealt with more or less wounds on their bodies.

After all this, everyone sat around several bonfires and breathed a sigh of relief. It's just that at this time, Ji Lao has not yet returned, which makes people a little worried.

Ji Changqing grew older, raised a slightly pale square face, and solemnly thanked Yan Lingyun on behalf of the clan, who was humble.

After this battle, everyone's mood was a little heavy, and after a few words of conversation, they fell silent. Some of them were so tired that they dozed off unconsciously, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Ji Changqing held on to himself, obviously worried about the vigil.

Yan Lingyun looked at his complexion, with internal injuries, and couldn't help but say, "Brother Changqing, you sleep, I'll keep vigil." ”

Ji Changqing shook his head and said, "Brother Lingyun, you are the most tired today, you go to bed early, I have to keep my eyes open until dawn." ”

Yan Lingyun saw that he couldn't move him, and as soon as his thoughts changed, he said: "Brother Changqing, otherwise, I will keep watch for the first half of the night, and you will bear the second half of the night, what do you think? ”

Ji Changqing thought about it, looked at the few people who were already staggering around the bonfire, and smiled apologetically: "There is such a brother Lao Lingyun, brother is lazy first." He was on one side, beside the campfire, and soon fell asleep.

Yan Lingyun got up, picked up some firewood, and added a few bonfires to the fire, and suddenly found that Ji Wushuang in the middle had not fallen asleep, kneeling beside Ji Yuhan, threading needles and threads, and sewing those openings on the latter's clothes.

He was so surprised that he asked through the campfire, "Do you know how to thread a needle?"

Ji Wushuang raised his head and glanced at him, ignored it, and continued the work in his hand.

Yan Lingyun scratched his head, knowing that he had asked a very stupid question. It's just that he was really surprised, the impression of Ji Wushuang, aside from the perception of the body, only when he cried, made him feel that she was also a soft-hearted woman.

"What are you doing standing stupidly, if you don't sleep, come in and talk to your sister. Ji Wushuang sewed an opening, broke the thread, tied a knot skillfully, and sewed a next, during which he opened his mouth without being salty.

Yan Lingyun walked in when she heard this, sat down beside her, and didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Ji Wushuang stitched one stitch after another, sewing finely and densely, his fingers were white and slender, and he looked very dexterous, Yan Ran was a skilled hand. Seeing that Yan Lingyun didn't speak, she said to herself: "Yu Han, this dead girl, grows like a spring onion, she is ashamed to speak to others, and those who are not familiar with her think that she is a jasper at home and a gentle and virtuous wife." I just don't know, such a lovely person, but stubborn!"

Yan Lingyun watched quietly and listened quietly, without saying a word.

Ji Wushuang paused, seemed to be annoyed, stopped the needle and thread in his hand, and said: "No, lie here silently, I didn't know how good I was before, I thought you were capable...... You said that you can dance with a big knife and can't hold an embroidery needle, and every time your clothes are torn, I always help you clean them up; every time your hands itch, they always ask me to scold first, and when the other party is annoyed, you justifiably take action, and then you are happy, and I will bear the notoriety.

Ji Xiaoshi is okay, when I scold, he will help to say a few words; Ji Fang is the most hateful, always the last to appear, the old-fashioned sentence: Tie this guy up, carry it back and add food. Then, the guys who can't get on the table are responsible for packing. Then, the small ones were caught, and the old ones were also sent to the door......"

Speaking of this, Ji Wushuang seemed to be touched, and a smile appeared on his face, but gradually, his eyes turned red again, he was silent for a moment, and sighed: "In the future, there will be no more days like this!"

When Yan Lingyun heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

Ji Wushuang picked up the needle and thread again, and sewed it up finely and densely, and time passed quietly through this needle and thread.

During this period, Yan Lingyun got up, added a bonfire a few times, and then sat back in place. Ji Wushuang threaded the needle, the silk thread in his hand was replaced one after another, and with the last knot tied, Ji Yuhan's body had more than ten openings, and the inner and outer clothes were finally completely sewn.

She straightened up, picked a few glances at Yan Lingyun, her eyes softened suddenly, she knelt down and moved to the latter, leaned over slightly, and sewed it up around her waist.

Yan Lingyun's heart trembled, at this moment, such a picture suddenly seemed to have a place to be placed.