The sky is fading, and in this jungle, if they don't take any precautions, I'm afraid they won't even survive tonight, and the most important thing at the moment is the poison in his body. Lan Junyao didn't study much about this, and looked at his wounds, but couldn't recognize what kind of poison it was.

Enduring the foot injury, Lan Junyao groped for a relatively thick dead branch first, put it under his arm, and limped to collect the dry branches and leaves in the forest, but he didn't dare to go too far away from Ling Qixuan, for fear that he would be in danger as a comatose person.

Lan Junyao had picked up enough weight and some herbs for the two of them to survive the night, so she sat cross-legged beside Ling Qixuan, picked up the two flints she had just picked up, and kept hitting them up and down, hoping to create sparks.

Ling Qixuan's long sword was also lost when he jumped off the cliff, Lan Junyao groped on him for a while, fortunately he carried a dagger with him, carefully roasted the dagger on the fire, she pulled up Ling Qixuan's arm that was tied up by the rope, and ripped off the black flesh that began to fester, and with both hands, black blood came out of the wound.

I don't know if this poison is strong or slow, I lifted his sleeves, but I saw that half of his arm was blue and black, the toxin continued to spread, and there was a faint tendency to flow blood all over the body, Lan Junyao had no choice but to lie down and suck out the poisonous blood for him, Ling Qixuan seemed to feel pain in a coma, and his brows were tightly twisted together.

Long nights are always so difficult, especially in such a place where life and death are not guaranteed, the nights in the jungle are particularly cold, and the temperature difference between day and night is large. Although the fire around him was already burning vigorously, Lan Junyao couldn't stop trembling, and turned to face Ling Qixuan who was unconscious, and his face was also pale after being seriously injured.

Lan Junyao had several thick layers of leaves under him, and his body was also covered with leaves, and he was still shivering. She felt a little unbearable in her heart, not to mention that he had saved himself three times, and this time it should be regarded as a thank you for saving his life. After hesitating for a moment, Lan Junyao dodged into the pile of leaves, her warm body close to him.

Although she was prepared in her heart, when she touched Ling Qixuan's cold body, she still couldn't help but shiver. Even in a coma, Ling Qixuan seemed to be able to feel the heat around him, as if he was not satisfied with such a small area of contact, and suddenly Lan Junyao arrived in his arms with his long arms.

Lan Junyao was stunned in his arms, countless embarrassments filled his heart, breathing in the masculine aura emanating from his body, his face was unconsciously dyed with a touch of red, fortunately Ling Qixuan was already unconscious at this moment.

Taking advantage of his coma, Lan Junyao was able to carefully observe the person in front of him. The moonlight sprinkled on his emaciated face, covering his entire facial features with a layer of soft color.

Removing the mask, something called dependence appeared on his face, and there seemed to be a hidden uneasiness in his heart, and his hands were tightly clasped around the person in his arms, as if he was a very important toy in his arms.

Looking at it, Lan Junyao suddenly felt a little distressed, thinking of his life experience, this feeling was even stronger. Today's scene is very similar to the day a month ago, except that the object of the serious injury is replaced by him.

The unfortunate past that happened to him is simply not worth mentioning compared to what happened to him, because a nonsensical language lives in the disgust of everyone, and even his biological parents avoid him like a snake and scorpion, as the son of a noble concubine, if his parents take a little care of him, he will not be forced to go to the battlefield at a young age.

Lan Junyao was immersed in her own thoughts, and she fell asleep at some point. The campfire is formed in a circle around the two of them, so you don't have to worry about a sneak attack by wild beasts in the middle of the night.

She only moved, and the person in front of her seemed to be dissatisfied, and his long arms wrapped around her neck and hooked it into her arms. Caught off guard, Lan Junyao was caught by him, Ling Qixuan turned his head, and Lan Junyao only felt that there were two more soft things on his lips.

Her eyes widened, the person in front of her was still in a coma, her raised hand was lowered again, Lan Junyao looked at his haggard face, and finally softened her heart. Think of it as an accident.

At this time, the "crackling, crackling" Mars scrambled to fly to the starry sky, and the two hugged each other and slept until many years later, when things were wrong, recalling this scene, the two still felt a lot of emotion.

The sunlight shines through the gaps, sprinkling mottled reflections, the wind blows the branches, the light and shadow sway, Lan Junyao is also disturbed to sleep, when she opens her eyes, the sky is bright, the bonfire has been burned out, this night, nothing happened.

Raising her head, a handsome face enlarged in front of her eyes, looking at the posture of the two of them leaning against each other, Lan Junyao hurriedly withdrew from his arms, and put her hand on his forehead, without the cold touch of last night, the heat was scary, her heart sank, she was really afraid of something, and she didn't know if the poison on her body had faded, Ling Qixuan had a fever again.

Placing him well, Lan Junyao dragged her heavy steps, holding a relatively large leaf, wanting to collect some dewdrops. The air here is not polluted, and the environment is much better than in modern times.

Lan Junyao remembered that once she was sick, and the master picked the morning dew to wipe her forehead, armpits, palms, and soles of her feet. She collected the dew and searched the area for any medicinal herbs available. As a thief, you must also know some basic self-help common sense.

It turns out that Lan Junyao still has some luck, after filling the grooves of the leaves with dew, she also found a plantain in the grass, this herb is not precious, trees, grasses, mountains, roadsides, flower beds, and watersides have grown, mash it, take the juice internally, apply the grass leaves externally, and the high fever can be reduced after two or three times.

Carefully picking the two plantain plants and putting them in her sleeve bag, Lan Junyao took the morning dew and returned to Ling Qixuan's side. Lifting the leaves covering his face, Lan Junyao first dropped a few drops of dew on his chapped lips, because of the high fever, Ling Qixuan's cheeks were abnormally red, and his lips were not bloody, they were chapped and pale.

Not daring to delay for a moment, Lan Junyao unbuttoned his shirt, tore off a piece of cloth from his skirt, and carefully wiped it for him until the dew was all gone, and she poured the juice of the plantain into his mouth, and the mashed leaves were applied to his forehead.

After some hard work, the temperature on Ling Qixuan's forehead slowly dropped, Lan Junyao's forehead was covered with a thin layer of fine sweat, her spirit relaxed, and she couldn't take a break, she just started to deal with her foot injury, fortunately it didn't hurt her muscles and bones, but it was twisted.

Taking off her shoes and socks, Lan Junyao's feet were red and swollen, like steamed buns. Biting the cloth in her mouth, she touched the wound on her ankle, there was a crisp sound, the bone was corrected, there was no anesthetic, Lan Junyao almost fainted in pain, and with the last trace of strength, she applied the broken plantain leaves that had not been used up just now on her ankle, and she could no longer support it and passed out.