"You're hurt!" Ziyun exclaimed in surprise as her gaze caught on Ye Wuqiu's crotch.

Ye Wuqi gasped, looked at the snow-white little hand covering the skin and flesh, and said helplessly: "The swords here are vertical and horizontal, scattered and shadowless, and it is inevitable to be injured, but it's you, if you care about me, don't touch that place." ”

Ziyun immediately reacted and retracted his hand apologetically.

"What then, you've bled a lot. ”

In fact, this injury is not a big problem for Ye Wuqiu, but the sword cut through the skin, plus it went a little deeper, causing the terrible scene of the skin opening the flesh now. But this can only be classified as skin trauma, no damage to the muscles and bones, which is a great thing.

The night without hatred tore the placket of his clothes, folded them into long strips, and tied the wounds. Taking care of himself, he suddenly noticed something strange, raised his head, and met Ziyun's meaningful eyes.

"Is this the wound you took when you saved me?"

Ye Wuqi stared at the solemn autumn waves of Ziyun, and suddenly saw a trace of inexplicable meaning from it, like an old friend who had been reunited for a long time, looking at each other with the width of the years and the depth of life. However, the atmosphere at this time can only be defined as similar, and it really has no foundation and capital to play the vicissitudes of silent film. Ye Wuqiu suddenly understood something, this speculation made him feel secretly happy, but at the same time, there was unprecedented trouble.

But his heart is soft after all, he doesn't have the courage to face the feeling of being at a loss with a resolute attitude, and all emotions are based on vagueness, which makes him have no reason to fight for himself.

"Gentlemanly demeanor is the norm in my life. Ye Wuqiu's tone pretended to be relaxed and humorous.

Hearing this, Ziyun's solemn mood was suddenly relieved, and a shallow smile naturally appeared on her face, and she muttered, "You're not so annoying." Then he said, "Sister's vision is not too bad!"

"Or maybe we haven't hated each other since we met. Ye Wuqi smiled heartily.

Ziyun waved his hand indifferently, as if he had thrown his heavy thoughts behind, stood up, and said to Ye Wuxian: "I'll help you go, after all, you just escaped the pursuit, and the enemy is not far away, we may be found at any time." ”

Ye Wuqi frowned and said: "We can't go deep into the forest, we have to go back to the village!"

Ziyun's tone was picky, and he asked, "Back to the village?"

"The most dangerous and the safest, dark under the lamp is the most commonplace. The people in the village are in a fierce battle with the Nanhua Sect, and it is really difficult to divide too much energy to take care of us, otherwise we will not be able to escape. ”

"Besides, the blue dart head and the red lotus girl are still in this village, which is a place of right and wrong, and they may encounter danger at any time. ”

Ziyun was stunned, an expression appeared on her face, and Ye Wuqiu couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing, or some other hidden emotion waiting for an opportunity. The complexity of human nature is really difficult to be clear in the eyes of the same kind, let alone the night without hatred, thinking that he has a great atmosphere in his heart, and does not put the exploration and study of this kind of knowledge in the great elegance.

"You're worried about your sister's safety. ”

There is no hatred in the night, and the smile is silent.

The two of them were cautious all the way, and sneaked back to the village. At this time, it was already in the middle of the moon, and when the night entered Zhongyang, the cold air of the deep watch filled the heaven and the earth, and Ziyun's nose twitched and couldn't help sneezing.

"Got a cold?" Ye Wuqi sighed, looked up at the sky of indigo, and sighed at the huge temperature difference between day and night.

"It seems to be. Ziyun green and jade fingers hooked, and the tip of the nose was supported.

"Do you have any clothes with you?"

"There are all medicinal herbs and utensils in the vows, and there are no clothes. Ziyun said depressedly.

"I have some of my own clothes here, don't dislike it. Ye Wuqi didn't pay attention to Ziyun, he bowed his head and touched the ring, and when the brilliance shone, a set of dark robes and gowns appeared neatly stacked in Ye Wuqi's hands. He gently patted it and hung it, and then draped it over Ziyun's slightly narrow fragrant shoulders.

Ziyun's shoulders stiffened imperceptibly, and the fine red flush rippled beside her cheeks. Its sparkling eyes seem to have a sparkling light, reflecting the soft light that is unrefined but not free from vulgarity.

The night is innocent, and the wind is light, as if he is doing an extremely ordinary thing, without the slightest resonance in another heart of his own emotions that Ziyun expected. This is the product of the tacit understanding between the two sides, if one party withdraws without a word, how can the story continue?

Ziyun's eyes flickered, the candle flame flickered, and the light went out in a gloomy moonlight. Under Ziyun's lowered eyelids, emotions flowed into a gentle lake of moonlight.

Ziyun knew that for a moment, the beauty of the night without hatred became a painting, and it was engraved for the rest of her life after all. At that moment, he was plump and handsome, flying and leaping, with his vigorous skills half-hugging her slender waist and dancing in the air, his long hair fluttering, his clothes shaking, and the white moonlight shining on his lofty face, like a hero who came out of a poem. There is a foil of swords and swords behind him, his cheeks are lonely and thin, and his gaze is like a sad song, no matter how he smells it, it reveals a poignant meaning.

Things are imaged separately, and each person is a floating secret realm. Penniless in your eyes, there is a person in a corner of the world who may have long been unforgettable.

There are many things in the world, grievances, love and hatred.

Although everything is still in the hazy stage, the rooted ones will one day sprout and grow until they reach the sky!

"Ziyun, look. Ye Wuqiu suddenly lowered his voice and stretched out his hand to point in a direction.

Ziyun shook off Wanduan's muddy thoughts, and looked in the direction pointed by Ye Wuqiu, as far as his eyes could see, his face was pale: "That's the eldest sister and the second sister!"

Ye Wuqi nodded solemnly.

A group of black-clad men and horses quietly passed through the alley, and two graceful figures in the middle of the group were supported forward, and their heads drooped weakly. These two people are Lan Ruyu and Red Lotus!

"What's going on? Why is there still a team of people in the village? What happened to the eldest sister and the second sister?" Ziyun said anxiously.

Ye Wuqi's face was already gloomy like condensation, and small ripples wrinkled between his brows. He held down the restless Ziyun, and said with something in his heart: "With the condition of the two of us, I am afraid that we will not be able to defeat this group of people, and if we want to save the blue dart head and the Ziyun girl, we can only borrow the power of others." ”

"Borrowing from others?" Ziyun's tone was questioning, repeating the words of the night without hatred.

Ye Wuqi glanced at Ziyun meaningfully, and then glanced at the forest.

Ziyun suddenly understood the meaning of the night without hatred, and shook his head: "Okay, I'll go." ”

Just as he was about to get up, Xiang's shoulders suddenly sank, and Ziyun was pressed down by Ye Wuqi again.

"I'll go, after all, their target is mainly me. ”

"But you're hurt. ”

"Haha, what's this injury?"