"Monks should be compassionate, Amitabha." As the curtain of the sky blue tent lifted, the biting cold wind poured in, driving away a little of the warmth in the tent. The first thing to look at was a clean and elegant monk's robe, a pair of white soap shoes that were not stained with half of the dust, and then the breezy face.

Then came an old grandmother, dressed in a colorful tube skirt, and wearing a lot of silver ornaments and feather colored stones on her wrists and neck. Even if the face is full of folds that can't be dissolved, you can vaguely get a glimpse of the good looks of your youth.

Beauty is in the bones and not in the skin, although the face is easy to age, but this bone will last forever.

Also, He Dang, who was sneakily hiding under the collapse of the low bed, looked twitching at the man who was walking towards her not far away from the corner of his eyes, and even felt that his teeth were sore, his face was a little painful, and the upper and lower sockets were about to grind out.

I scolded in my heart.

How could she be so close to the monk Qinghe, every time she met someone like a true immortal when she was most embarrassed.

Maybe she even has to ask the other party to lend a hand to save herself and between fire and water, but I don't know, thinking of the bad things she did before the last unhappy breakup, she was simply speechless in the face of Jiangdong's father.

The tent was quiet, and as Qinghe entered, the old woman who had led the way said a few words and walked out. He Dangli suddenly rested a lot from the heart that he had been lifting, and the wound on his back was still aching, constantly conveying pain from the tips of the nerves, because of the excessive pain, the hair that was half-hanging down from the temples was wet/wet/close to the ends of the cheeks, and the full red lips were full of tooth marks that he had bitten out because of the unbearable pain.

"Master.... Save me...... Watching the human foot get closer, the pair of clean white silk moire soap shoes stopped in front of him and muttered.

The small face of the weak spring flower is now like a white jasmine after being devastated by the cold storm and rain in winter, revealing a pity color.

"What is the benefactor?" Kiyoi keenly spotted the person hiding under the bed, and lifted the cashmere blanket from the outer cover, revealing the full picture inside.

In the small and small space, she was curled up and her face was pale, and the whole person looked like a woman who had just been fished out of the water. The thin blue-gray robe has been dyed with blood soaked from the inside, and the positions are deep and shallow, like obscene flowers blooming in different positions, and it is so strange that it is like blooming on the other side of the Yellow River.

So small, so weak, it seems that the ant that can be completely crushed to death as long as he moves his fingers is so vivid and full of atmosphere.

"Hey, what a coincidence, master." The smirk on his face reveals a stiff loneliness, commonly known as a skin smile and a meat smile.

"Shhhh When she came out, she accidentally hit her head on the side of the bed, and she grinned in pain. and accidentally pulled most of the wound area on the back and shoulder, like a chaotic arrow that was rushing over a while.

To be honest, since that day, He Dangli didn't dare to face Qinghe, and even avoided it a little. It's just that I don't know if it's a human being, or if I want to deliberately avoid what I did that day, just now in the case of a chance encounter.

It seems that every encounter is the most embarrassing scene for her, and he, high up like a god of all beings, makes people only feel that if they look at each other a few more times, it is blasphemy and disrespect to the gods.

"The poor monk hasn't asked the donor why he's here." As soon as the curtain of the bed was lifted, the heavy smell of blood that seemed to be absent continued to rush into his nose, and the man half-bent down, staring at each other, and then frowned slightly; "But the donor is injured?"

"Hmm." Now that people have found out, they can only break the jar and break it, not to mention that she really needs treatment now that she has lost too much blood. Otherwise, she was worried that she might not survive this winter, and even her limbs at this moment were cold.

I don't know if the upper and lower sockets are cold or painful, and I am shivering even when I speak.

"Ask the master to save me, I will definitely give the master an explanation of the events of that day. I'll give the master a reasonable explanation, and I'll tell the master everything about my identity, okay? He Dangli's large wound, which had been hastily bandaged in the darkness last night, was once again cracked, and the flesh was stained with clothes that were so hard that they were frozen into iron. As long as she moved slightly, it was a piercing pain, like someone holding a piece of iron stained with chili sauce and scratching the exposed wound from time to time, which was comparable to the pain of cutting bones and burning lungs, and the most terrifying thing for her was the heat of the feet in her body gradually disappearing.

The things that could not be touched were constantly slipping away in her body, even though she stretched out her hand as if holding it tightly in her hand, she couldn't grasp the slightest bit, she could only watch them disappear with her eyes, and her body was gradually sinking like a piercing abyss, and her eyelids were constantly aggravating, as if she was going to be forced to pull down the surface of the glacier lake in the next second.

"Ask the master to save me." After saying a sentence intermittently, the whole person curled up together in pain, and his face became white and transparent. The temples were already wet with cold sweat, and they fit messily on the cheeks.

So fragile, so weak, as if as long as you stretch out your hand, it can be as easy as pinching an ant to death.

"Ask the master to save me." The warmth of her feet and the piercing pain of peeling her nerve endings forced her to curl up, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her throat seemed to have lost all other language functions, and all that was left was a sentence.

As time passed, the temperature on his body gradually dissipated, and his eyelids were heavy. Her limbs were cold and cold, and even the sword wound on her back and shoulder was constantly tormenting her with heart-wrenching pain.

He Dangli's eyes darkened, and he saw that the man didn't use the action of reaching out to help from beginning to end. It's like extinguishing the last ray of light, even if she wants to sneer, she can pull the wound of her body, and it hurts so much that she can't tear her teeth and crack her mouth, and she can't wait to completely peel off the skin that tortured her so much.

That's right, this is the most normal reaction of a person, she can't complain about anyone, she wants to complain, only herself. After all, if she was treated like this, let alone save her, it would be good to just watch from the sidelines without falling into the well.

She was already impatient, not to mention the wounds on her body and she couldn't wait, she had to find a clean bandage as soon as possible. Medicines to stop bleeding, and clothing to keep you warm.

While you can still hold on, do your best to kill yourself a way out.

"The donor was still able to move." For a long time, the man who had been silent lifted his eyelids coldly, stretched out his noble hands, and lifted her wet/wet hair behind her ears.

"Will the master save me?" He Dangli, who had just drilled out most of his head from the low bed, asked uncertainly. And she accidentally saw a rare warmth in Qingyi's flashing gaze, which could only be attributed to the fact that she was already hallucinating in pain.

What's more, the man said that he was willing to save her, and this simple sentence alone was nothing more than a red rain in the sky for her.

"Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, not to mention that the donor is not such a big woman/cadre/evil person." Sighing slightly, Qinghe carefully dug the person out and took off his slightly wide shirt on her.

Later, if someone asked, the benefactor would say that it was a poor monk's medicine boy. Meeting is fate, not to mention that the poor monk and the donor are no longer three-sided. The man's hand and voice seemed to have magical power, easily soothing the sharp pain that kept screaming from her body.

"In this case, I have to trouble the master again." As a result, at the stall where she finally breathed a sigh of relief, she accidentally pulled the wound on her body, and the pain made her look hideous in an instant.

"But the poor monk has always wondered why every time he meets a donor, the donor makes himself so embarrassed." The man's voice is like a stream like an empty valley mountain stream, cool and with a unique lazy meaning.

The movements of his hands are gentle and worn for the people who do not change their movements, as if in his eyes, there has never been a half-point suspicion between the two of them.

"The master didn't tell me what you were doing here again." After He Dangli got the answer to the rescue, the suspicions that had originally surfaced surfaced for a while.

And with the addition of this time, it is already the third time, and every time it is such a coincidence. However, it really saved her, if she was to do that kind of revenge, she would have to worry about whether she would be thundered by God.

"Even if the donor asks, not to mention that it is not a big deal, the poor monk naturally has nothing to hide."

It turned out that Qinghe came here today precisely because the big boss of this businesswoman's branch family was passing by the Peishui area, and he didn't know what strange disease he contracted and he was sleepy during the day. Even this night I can't wake up. You can't even hear any bird calls, otherwise you will scratch and bite people like you're crazy. The food is still bloody raw food, and it can't be cooked at all.

I can't see the slightest bit of sunshine, like a bloodsucking thing in the strange world.

Fortunately, except for a few insiders around the big boss, no one else knows about this news, and the security work is quite good.

In the early years, the big boss had dealt with Qinghe, and he had extraordinary medical skills, so the first thing that other people thought of was to ask him to come and help.

Sometimes things always come so coincidentally, so coincidentally even surprisingly, deliberately deliberate.

Sure enough, until they left, no one doubted He Dangli's identity. It's just that when passing by, there will be many little girls who want to come forward to talk, or a little blush like a ripe and delicious little peach on a branch.

Next to the merchant women's branch, there is also a small tent for Qinghe, although the sparrows are small, but they are all in order.

At that time, after He Dangli left the tent, he blew a cold wind for a while. The heat started all over his body, and even the piercing pain of extinction couldn't hide half of his consciousness's feet gradually falling into chaos.

When he returned to Qinghe's tent, he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted, his body was hot, but his hands and feet were cold inside.

It's like there's a fire and a piece of ice in the body, fighting each other, just to tear him apart.

The other half, Fan Fan and the others who stayed on the edge of the valley at the other end last night did not see the Huns coming for a long time, and they were so cold that even if they rubbed their hands and felt hot, they couldn't warm their palms. It wasn't until they heard the sound of the horn and the sound of the iron horse not far away that they knew that they must have fallen into the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain and throw bricks and stones.

They Xiang Zhuang danced the sword, which was intended for Pei Gong. Maybe even the spies were tricked by them, and the news came back with a fake message.

And their real target tonight is not the granary, but the Xiying land that is guarded by Ah Li.

However, the worm, who has always been impulsive, stupid and belligerent, could not have thought of such an idea, I am afraid that there is a superior person behind him. If it is true, then the team of 100 people brought by He Dangli must be more than lucky at this moment.