Leng Feiyan didn't remember how long he had escaped, he only knew that he had multiple injuries on his body, and when he felt the violent neighing of the horse gradually disappear, he finally couldn't bear the severe pain all over his body and fell to the ground.

The mountain road under his feet was exactly in the direction of the downhill slope, and Han Yao in his arms kept rolling down with him, and the whirling vision made him dizzy and had to close his eyes.

A quarter of an hour later, he heard a thud, his back hit a large rock, and his tumbling body finally stopped, but he also twitched in pain, and it took him a long time to calm down.

Looking down at Han Yao, who had been protecting her in her arms, she was still motionless, her body was cold, her face was very pale, her eyes were still closed, and her smooth forehead was covered with thin cold sweat.

If it weren't for a pair of tentacles on his head, he almost thought that he was holding a human girl in his arms, but thinking back to her previous actions of desperately trying to save herself, her heart finally softened, and she sat up in pain.

Putting her flat on her legs, Leng Feiyan took out some Jiupin pills from the storage ring, and after eating two Hui Yuan Dan and Solid Pill to heal her injuries, she fed Han Yao a few, the demon clan's physique is different, but she doesn't have to worry that the powerful power of the pill will blow her up, she feels that her face is gradually turning, and her cold body is gradually heating up before she looks around, and after finding a cave, she walks in with difficulty with her.

The sky was already completely dark, and the five fingers in the cave could not be seen, Leng Feiyan took out the Langya sword, and used his mind to control it to walk in front, with the help of the silver brilliance on the sword, he could see the extremely damp and potholed road under his feet.

The dignified divine sword was used as a lighting, Langya divine sword was extremely sad and angry, and kept trembling to vent his dissatisfaction, Leng Feiyan directly ignored it, but observed Han Yao's breath from time to time to see if there was any sign of recovery.

Finally came to the end of the cave, Leng Feiyan sat on the ground, the cave was dark, he had to take some fire spirit talismans and let them burn continuously, in order to raise the temperature in the cave to a level that the human body could accept.

Lay Han Yao flat on her lap. Leng Feiyan probed her pulse, although she was angry, she was slowly repairing, and she should not die. After removing a thin blanket from the storage bag. He carefully put Han Yao on it, and only after it was set up did he use the firelight to look at the wound on her back.

The thin and slender back was a blur of flesh and blood, a wound that had been trampled on by a giant foot of the horse, but fortunately it had better find that the target of the attack had changed and retracted its strength. Otherwise, Leng Feiyan really doubted that he would directly step Han Yao in half.

After all, Ma Jiao is a demon beast, and the same demon and demon clan are not the same kind but they also pity each other, so they can live next to Han Yao, and in the end, they didn't hurt the killer, right? Leng Feiyan thought to himself.

He cautiously reached out to uncover Han Yao's clothes, there was a big hole in the center of her back, and if you looked closely, it seemed that Sensen's white bones were exposed, and the injury was obviously not light.

Demons, will your physique be so bad?

Leng Feiyan has very little knowledge of the demon race, and it can also be said that he basically encountered the demon race for the first time, and he heard that the demon race is different from the demon race. They are usually strong in the primordial gods, and their weakness is the physical body, unlike the demon race, which is just the opposite.

When she uncovered her broken clothes, Han Yao kept twitching because of the pain, and her throat kept sizzling and screaming in pain, which made Leng Feiyan really entangled, but there was no way, he had to help her deal with the wound as soon as possible, first, for fear of wound infection, and secondly, there were not many fire spirit talismans on her body. Once the temperature is too cold after burning, I'm afraid both of them will have a hard time.

It took half an hour to finally treat Han Yao's wounds, looking at her back, which had been gradually healing in the powder. Leng Feiyan, who was sweating profusely, finally let out a long breath.

Now it's time to deal with your injuries. He gritted his teeth secretly, and reached out to hold the long black arrow that had been pierced through the flesh and blood on his calf, fortunately the arrow was not poisonous, otherwise there was really no way to find the village in front of the village and the store in the future.

Only then did he begin to close his eyes and breathe from his injuries. By the way, I didn't forget to observe Han Yao's injuries from time to time.

About three or four hours later, Leng Feiyan suddenly heard Han Yao's voice: "It's so cold, it's cold." ”

When he opened his eyes and looked at her small body, he realized that the fire spirit talisman in the cave had been burned, and he had nothing on him. frowned, so he had to hold her in his arms to make her warmer.

After all, he had saved his life, and it was understandable for him to do so, but when he thought of Qian Zhenyan, he was still a little guilty after all.

When he thought of the woman he loved the most, he inevitably thought of Feng Junwu, and his mood became heavy for no reason, and the dull feeling of pain had been entangled with him, making his consciousness gradually confused.

The heaviness of the injury and the heaviness of his mood made Leng Feiyan's consciousness a little blurred, he felt like he was above the clouds, there were soft white clouds everywhere, but the cold air between heaven and earth was wave after wave, so he never felt warm.

Suddenly, something rubbed in his arms, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the woman in his arms in a daze.

Her small face, clean face is facing her, although her eyes are closed, it is still difficult to hide the beauty of the country, and the skin that can be broken by blowing is even more greasy and creamy, which makes him overlap with the unforgettable face in his memory in a trance.

"Zhenyan, are you there? Great, I miss you so much! In Leng Feiyan's eyes, a smile appeared in Qianzhenyan, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug her tightly into his arms.

Han Yao, who felt the warmth, automatically and consciously rubbed against his solid and warm chest, her soft body, the bursts of fragrance emanating from her body continued to disturb Leng Feiyan's nerves, his confused consciousness seemed to have been hit by some kind of inducing medicine, and he couldn't help but lean down, wanting to pick up her soft lips like cherries.

Her lips were full and moist, when Leng Feiyan closed her eyes and touched them, her whole body seemed to be hit by an electric current, her eyes opened unconsciously, looking at the face of the Yiren in her arms as red as the morning glow, delicate as a flower, just a pair of beautiful eyes red as blood, but when she looked at herself with affection, a basin of cold water suddenly fell in her mind, and his clear mind made him throw Han Yao out at once.

"Ahh With the woman's exclamation, Leng Feiyan was dumbfounded for a long time before remembering what had happened, and couldn't help hugging his head in annoyance.

Oh, my God! How could he be so confused? How can you see other women as Qianzhenyan?

After despising himself fiercely in his heart, Leng Feiyan stood up expressionlessly, scooped Han Yao, who was in pain and couldn't help spasms, into his arms, stretched out his palm and put it on her spiritual platform, and a white breath slowly gushed out from his palm and drilled into her body.

Although she knew that he was healing herself, Han Yao felt the tyranny in her breath, like a wild tide, surging madly towards her body, she took a breath of cold air a little unbearable, and wanted to tell him to stop, but after all, she couldn't bear the forced rush of the breath and passed out.

Han Yao, who was in a coma, felt hot and cold, and the two breaths kept colliding in her body, and the powerful primordial spirit of the demon clan made her immediately distinguish that the cold breath came from herself, and the other scorching breath was invaded from outside, and this breath was constantly transmitted to her body by Leng Feiyan.

She wanted to shout loudly that she didn't need his help, and she didn't want him to continuously spend her yuan power to heal herself, but she knew that Leng Feiyan couldn't hear it, he seemed to be very concentrated on inputting yuan power into herself, and the tyranny mixed with that yuan force made her very sad to notice that he wanted to lose all the yuan power to himself, so as to repay his life-saving grace and cut off all contact with her.

And in fact, Leng Feiyan really thought so, he desperately instilled the Yuan Force in his body into Han Yao's body, and kept recalling the picture of Fang Cai kissing her lips in his mind, and the guilt and self-blame made him want to kill himself.

At the same time, he thought that the current Qian Zhenyan was probably reminiscing about the old relationship with Feng Junwu, and it was difficult to give up, and he felt that life was better than death!

If the yuan power is exhausted, it will be able to fall, and there will be no need to survive to continue to suffer from the **** disability, Leng Feiyan would rather never wake up again, and just sleep like this.

"Ahh A piercing scream woke up Leng Feiyan, who was in a daze, and he instinctively withdrew his palm and looked down at Han Yao in his arms.

Fang Cai's screams came from her, the skin on her body was as red as blood at this moment, her facial features were tightly twisted because of pain, and even the red in her eyes seemed to be cooked, revealing a bloody light that could illuminate the entire cave.

Leng Feiyan was startled, his thoughts turned slightly, and he immediately realized what a stupid and selfish thing he had just done, and hurriedly helped her sit cross-legged, and he also sat cross-legged behind her, and immediately pushed out his palms to help her digest the strange breath that suddenly hurt in her body.

This process lasted for a long time, Han Yao seemed to be tormented in the flames, and her delicate body was trembling all the time, and it didn't stop for a minute.

However, with Leng Feiyan's continuous guidance, the two strands in Han Yao's body kept colliding, as if the tyrannical pain of Mars hitting the earth had finally subsided, but it was only temporarily invading each other, and it was not completely integrated.

Throughout the night, Leng Feiyan was exhausted, but she could only help her divide the two breaths into two, no longer entangled with each other, and if she wanted to completely refine the two breaths into her own strength, she could only do it slowly by herself.

And Han Yao also felt that if he could fuse these two different breaths of yin and yang together, he would increase his strength a lot, so he immediately endured the pain of the whole night and began to concentrate on refining.

Standing up tiredly, Leng Feiyan released his divine sense and sensed it, it was already dark outside the cave, and he didn't chase after Ma Jiao, probably because he was afraid of running into a Terran monk, besides, it lived next to Han Yao, and he didn't kill her yesterday, so he probably wouldn't take advantage of the situation to get in, which was not good for her, right?

After thinking about this layer clearly, Leng Feiyan took out some healing and solid pills from his arms and put them on the ground, and then walked towards the outside of the cave with staggering steps. (To be continued.) )