This sandbar is formed by the sediment deposited by the sediment deposited by the Miluo River where the water slows down, and the area is already not small, and the seeds left by the birds on the sandbar continue to sprout and grow, and they are also lush and green.

Nangong Ling leaned over, struggled to gather some plants and plants, and then tore off a large piece of his clothes, just doing these things, he was already so tired that he gasped.

Frowning and resting for a while, after taking a breath of relief, Nangong Ling took out a fire fold from his body, he fell from the cliff that day, although Mei Xianxian was pestering him in the air, but the strong impact when entering the water still made her have to let go.

The river was turbulent, as soon as the two of them separated, they didn't know where the other party had gone in an instant, if Nangong Ling was not injured, with his skills, he might be able to save Mei Xianxian, but Mei Xianxian's first knife was pierced in his heart, and then he stabbed several times in succession, he had no strength to do anything, and being able to stay awake was already the only thing he could do.

He floated in the river for a day and a night, and for this day and night, he had no extra strength, so he could only grit his teeth and keep himself from fainting.

By the next night, he felt that the current was slowing down, and he began to try to hold on to something floating around him, and try to get himself closer to the shore.

But he was so badly wounded that he couldn't use any strength at all, until he drifted here and crashed into the sandbank, and there were flexible plants on the edge of the sandbank, so he dragged the things with all his might, and finally got himself to the shore.

With the last of his strength, he crawled inside a little, and Nangong Ling passed out directly.

This faintness lasted for several days and nights, and it was not until the morning before yesterday that scavenging birds and finches gathered around him, and he vaguely seemed to have had a terrible dream, that he suddenly woke up from his coma.

When the bird saw him wake up, he was startled, and immediately flew a little farther away, but he seemed to be unwilling, and after a while, after all, he didn't want to lose the delicious food, and came back.

No matter how seriously injured Nangong Ling is, it is also Nangong Ling, how can a small bird be bullied?

He did not move, but was tempted by the bird, and when one of the birds came near, he struck at it, and broke the bird's neck.

This action immediately frightened all the birds and finches around, and flew away frantically with their wings open, and Nangong Ling pinched the bird's broken neck by him, and poured a few mouthfuls of blood into his mouth, before he finally felt more comfortable in his stomach, and the strength to slip away these days has also come back a little.

The action of twisting the bird's neck had exhausted all his strength, and although he woke up, he still could not move, and he could only lie silently, accumulating strength bit by bit, until yesterday at noon, he could barely get up.

After having a little strength, the first thing he did was to inspect the things on his body, this fire fold was his accidental discovery, because it was sealed very well by the oil paper tube made by Lu Xiuyi, and it could still be used.

When he saw this fire fold, Nangong Ling had a very soft feeling in his heart, Ruan Yanluo liked this kind of delicate and easy-to-use little things, so Lu Xiuyi made a lot of them, he looked interesting, so he took it and used it, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at such a time.

Ruan Yanluo would never strongly ask him to do anything, or give him something with great fanfare, but his whole body was unconsciously filled with the marks of that woman, and he couldn't erase it.

Except for the fire fold and the soft sword at his waist, almost everything on his body was lost in the water, but these two things were enough.

He tore off his shirt, grabbed the tip of the sword between his fingers, roasted the soft sword on the fire fold, and thrust it into his chest without hesitation.

The wound there had been soaked in water for so many days, and it had already rotted, and if the bad meat had not been removed, I am afraid he would have really died.

Sharp knife cutting knife, how can that kind of pain be imagined by ordinary people? But Nangong Ling didn't even frown from beginning to end, except for a few times when he was out of strength and rested, he didn't even shake the hand holding the knife.

After tossing for more than half an hour, he cut off all the carrion there, tore his clothes and bandaged them simply, Nangong Ling was in front of him and fell asleep again.

This time he was asleep, Nangong Ling only felt that his body was hot and cold, and he knew that he was sleeping, but the picture that was turning in his mind was full of pictures, and for a while Ruan Yanluo looked angry, and said angrily: If you don't come back, I'll find someone else.

After a while, her face was full of tears, crying and asking him: Ah Ling, where are you and when will you come back?

For a while, Ruan Yanluo was standing in thousands of troops, so many people wanted to kill her, and several weapons beckoned to her at the same time, he wanted to save her, but he couldn't move.

Wei Liu appeared again and said: Nangong Ling, you are dead, I will accept Yanluo......

Nangong Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was black.

That little fish is his, so he won't give it to anyone else, not anyone!

When he woke up, he found that it was almost the same as when he passed out, and he knew that he couldn't just be in a coma for a short time, and then he didn't know for a few days.

Xu was too nervous in his dream, sweating all over, and after waking up, he actually felt much more comfortable, except for the pain of the wound and the weakness of not entering the water for a few days, there was nothing too big.

In the past, when he first went to northern Xinjiang to fight with the barbarians, he also lay on his stomach in the snow for a few days just to fight an ambush, and these little things were not difficult for him.

He didn't know how many days he had fallen into the water, but he knew that Ruan Yanluo would definitely look for him, the stupid fish had said that unless he carried his body to her and said that he was dead, she would never believe it, and would definitely keep looking for it.

With Ruan Yanluo's intelligence, he will inevitably go down the river, and he will definitely think that he will be washed away to a place where the water is gentle, so he must also find a way to make some traces so that Ruan Yanluo can find himself.

Thinking so, he took some plants, tore a piece from the placket of his garment, lit it with a fire fold, and threw it into the plants.

In the past few days, the wind and the sun have been blowing, and the clothes have long been dry, and they are very good to burn, and then they are excited by the moisture of the plants, and the smoke will come out.

The smoke is not big, because Nangong Ling doesn't dare to use too many clothes, this sandbar is in the water, the plants are wet, and without clothes, it can't be attracted at all, so he wants to save some use.