In that food-scarce and uninhabited wilderness, it was difficult to survive, but Jinglin had no intention of leaving. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 From the moment he entered there, he seemed to be unable to get along with himself, crazy martial arts training, when he was thirsty, he went to a distant place to find water, and when he was hungry, he casually looked for everything that could be used as "food" in this wilderness to satisfy his hunger, he hastily made a shed, and only slept for three or four hours a day, as long as he opened his eyes, he practiced endlessly.

What about the hardship? After going through such a day of being captured, is there anything I can't afford?

Jinglin worked so hard that it was more than three months later, and it was already a cold winter. He was already in a peaceful state of mind, but suddenly dreamed of the scene of the crusade against Panlong Village, and because of his recklessness, he rushed into the trap of the mountain bandits, and finally all the soldiers were killed, and he became a prisoner...... originally thought that he could let go, but he didn't want to reappear in the dream, and that past was still a demon in his heart.

After waking up, there was a university floating outside, but he didn't care, he ran to the snow to practice martial arts frantically, it was obviously a cold winter and heavy snow, but he was sweating like rain. He didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights, and barely ate, and finally fell to the ground with a volley of volleys.

This fell, the whole person was deflated, without the slightest strength to get up, he did not struggle, just watched the snow fall on his cheeks, lips, and eyes, since the day he was captured, his originally dark eyes began to loosen, lost focus and temperature, until this moment the slightest coldness of the snowflakes touched his eyes, he suddenly had heat in his eyes, and then, he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long I fainted, Jinglin was a little conscious, and in a hazy way, he felt that his body was not damp and cold, he seemed to be lying on the couch in the room, and there seemed to be a figure sitting in front of the couch in front of him.

He tried to squint his eyes and saw that it was a woman, but she brushed his face with a scarf, he couldn't see who it was, and wanted to ask, but found that he was so weak that he couldn't even open his mouth, so he watched the woman apply medicine to the wound on his arm. Looking at her gentle movements, Jinglin intuitively felt tired and weak, and fell asleep again.

In the next two or three days, Jinglin woke up a few times intermittently, and found that the woman was always by his side, feeding him medicine, drinking porridge, and changing the dressing for his wounds, but he still had no way to move, but he felt inexplicably reassured, the appearance of this woman actually gave him a long-lost warmth, although they did not say a word, and even he did not even know the identity of the other party.

Finally, after he gradually recovered some energy, he slowly raised his hand as if to reach out to the woman.

"You ......"

The woman was originally decocting medicine on the side, but when she heard the sound, she suddenly turned her head in shock, and when she saw Jinglin wake up, she subconsciously quickly reached out to mold the silk scarf on her cheek, and this sudden action almost knocked over the medicine pot.

"Who are you?" Jinglin asked again in a hoarse voice.

The woman just shook her head, silent, and then turned her back to Jinglin.

Seeing that the woman really didn't want to reveal it, Jinglin stopped persecuting, just thinking about waiting for her to recover better, and it was not too late to ask. Seeing the lid of the medicine pot on the stove fluttering hot, Jinglin's eyelids began to become very heavy again......

When he opened his eyes again, there was no woman in the house, the cold wind was howling outside the door, but the house was unusually quiet, and he didn't see the woman appear for a long time, and he even began to wonder if the woman was real, or was he sick and confused, or even just a dreamer?

He struggled to sit up, leaned on the edge of the bed and walked down the bed, but saw a small bowl of medicine on the broken wooden table, she was real, she really existed!

So where did she go? Will she still show up? Who the hell is she...... A series of questions quickly cooled Jinglin's originally excited heart.

Sure enough, the mysterious woman never appeared again, Jinglin was basically healed, and after the activity, he tried to look for her everywhere, but no one knew the whereabouts of the woman in the villages around the wilderness.

It's really slim to think about, I don't even know her identity with Ben, and I haven't seen her before, and the only memory of her is the pair of smart black eyes on the silk scarf, and the crisp and inexplicable soothing impact sound from the impact of some accessories on her waist when she walks.

When the search was unsuccessful, he returned to the wilderness, and before he could approach his little dilapidated house, he saw a figure in the distance at the door.

"Could it be her?" He hurriedly ran to the hut and took a closer look, only to find that the person was Xuan Shao.

Xuan Shao turned his head and saw Jing Lin, he was also surprised, not surprised to see him here, but surprised that he hadn't seen him for months, Jing Lin had almost changed as a person: dark and rough skin, a curly beard, messy hair, and ragged clothes, in addition to the tall back and resolute eyes, where could you see that this was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Xizhao high?

"Jinglin, let's go home." Not the crown prince, not His Royal Highness, but "Jinglin", this sentence Xuan Shao has practiced for a long time, how to say it is ordinary and casual, he just wants to take his best brother home.

"Okay, Ah Shao, let's go home." To Xuan Shao's surprise, Jinglin did not resist or refuse as expected, and actually agreed in one bite.

After recovering from a serious illness this time, Jinglin suddenly figured out a lot of things, about his failure, about his escape, and about his lack of courage to face it.

It's been so long, it's time to go back, Hee Zhao.

Jinglin was relieved from the deep memories, even though he had now come out of the haze, but that past was still a part he didn't want to think about from time to time, this day somehow, the moment he saw Miyin walk out of the hall, the back against the light actually reminded him of the woman who seemed to fall from the sky to take care of himself and disappeared out of thin air.

"Who are you? Where are you now? Jing Lin said silently.

Instead, he shook his head again, look at himself, when is it now, the queen mother's revenge has not been avenged, Xizhao is in turmoil again, how can this be the time for his children to be in love, don't think about it!

Mu Yunmo has been hiding in the Qikou block in recent days, this morning, she came to the Dream Hall, but found that the door of the gambling house was closed, she pushed it open and walked in, and found that it was empty, and the gambling tables and wine cups in the huge square were all there, but a layer of dust fell, obviously this place has been vacant for a long time.

What's going on here? Where did Qingyi go? (To be continued.) )