He was defenseless, she stared at each other, full of evil thoughts, like a dream: "He is so kind, he is so familiar, he is clearly Ah Long, the Ah Long I miss in my heart." ”

"When I was a child, I was lying on his chest; When I grew up, I stared into his eyes. As a child, he taught me to play and teach me to play football; When I grew up, he laughed with me and relieved my worries. ”

"How could he not be my Aaron?" There was a sharp pain in my heart, and tears blurred my eyes.

Painful experience: "Where is he my Aaron?" He hurt me worse than death, I almost lost my life several times, how can I still be obsessed and refuse to wake up? ”

Despite all his efforts, it was still difficult to completely distinguish him from Aaron. Looking at his tired wounds, I felt even more pain in my heart.

Do everything you can to drive away the obsession, find medical skills, and continue to save lives.

As soon as the suffering begins, there is no end. She did her best to complete the "third light": finally clear the blood stains, and she was even more tired.

Next, it was to treat his knife wounds, gunshot wounds, sword wounds, staff wounds, cone wounds, whip wounds, mace wounds, and Fang Tian's halberd wounds.

The most shocking thing was the two severe wounds to his chest: fatal, close to his heart, and even worse. The first injury came from the Tianshu Divine Arrow, and the second injury came from the Tianquan "Seven Star Needle".

Qinghe secretly thought in his heart: "At that time, the 'Flying Dragon in the Sky' surprise attack Bo Win, Bo Ying had no choice but to fight back; Zi Xiao slashed out the scimitar and surrounded Wei to save Zhao; the Heavenly Power Protector was heartbroken, and the Seven Stars sneak attacked. The three masters, who are in trouble at the same time, are the Daluo Immortals, and they are also in a catastrophe. It's also thanks to his ability to pretend to be good at acting, his deception skills are extremely high, and Bo Ying's vision can be described as sharp, but he didn't even notice it. ”

It's hard to kill, it's hard to deceive people, and it's even harder to save people. Killing people is just a flick of a finger, deceiving people is just a white horse, but saving people takes a long time.

Be serious, be careful, take medicine one by one, and bandage properly.

His body and mind were hot, and she was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she looked at the stone wall of the thatched hut, and a leopard skin of money, nailed to it: the apricot yellow bottom, covered with black plum spots, bright and fresh, colorful, and beautiful. With a flash of inspiration, he lifted it in his hand and covered him.

Looking down at the bloody clothes all over the ground, they could not possess their bodies after being pierced by knives and guns, and they were completely ragged by blood. Don't dare to hesitate, lean over to pick it up, and take it to the river to wash.

It's not that she loves labor, it's just that she really misses Aaron. What's more, if it is discarded at will, in case the dragon zombie wakes up, is naked, and crawls out of the money leopard skin, wouldn't it be necessary to stage a stupid lotus war?

Packed up, cold sweat broke out, hot sweat flowed, and without hesitation, jumped into the lake.

Since being hit hard, it is the first time to go into the water, and it is finally refreshing.

It's a pity that late at night, singing "The thatched hut is broken by the bleak wind and cold rain". She was sleepy and tired, and threw herself headlong into the thatched pile of the house. It's just that the thatch fire is acceptable, the heating effect is too poor, and it is cold to the bones when you sleep.

Secretly glad, thanks to the foresight, that Wu costume really came in handy. It's just that after putting it on, I still shivered.

Hungry and cold, brainwashed by evil thoughts: "How can I easily forget that there is a wonderful hot treasure in the back room?" ”

Although she was wounded by a sword and a needle, it ached faintly; New hatred and old hatred, unforgettable, but the desire is full of unbearable: "In order to survive, we must let go of hatred and use a continuous heat source to warm up the body." What's more, there is only one bed in this house for sleeping and heating, and he is not cold, so why should he have it alone? ”

When you think about it like this, it's right.

Squeezed to his side, the long-lost sense of happiness arose spontaneously, thinking of Aaron, tears were in tears.

With this "big stove" for continuous heating, full of tears, I fell asleep soundly, and my good dreams continued.

In the early morning, the golden sun brightened the dilapidated thatched hut and warmed the faint fragrance of lotus.

She woke up in the morning light and looked at the "flying dragon in the sky", her body was still hot, and the heat did not decrease at all.

It is a miracle that such a serious injury can survive a catastrophe. Even though it is a worry, it is also a great joy. Her cold poison has not healed, and her body is frozen into ice, and she is even more puzzled: "His vitality is tenacious, and it can still be said; If you are injured like this, you can continue to have a fever, and you can't say it. What's more, how can such a cold-faced and cold-hearted person deserve to shed blood? ”

She meant to save him to safety, so she walked away. Now that he is not good or bad, he is neither dead nor alive, but it makes her really embarrassed, and she doesn't know where to go.

Helpless, bury your head in the fire. It's just that, looking at the empty rice bowl, I am full of sorrow: where to find food again?

Suddenly, my eyes lit up: what were the rows hanging on the walls of the huts? Isn't it a bud bar?

The cooked bud grain sticks are finally held in the palm of the small hand, smelling the fragrance, and full of joy. However, when I bite into my mouth, it is old and hard, and I really can't gnaw it.

She was hungry like a wolf, looking for it in front of the house and behind the house? J panicked, only to find that the owner of the house was the same as her, poor jingle.

Infinitely frustrated, but also a little gain: next to the stove in the room, there was a rusty iron hoe and a tattered basket.

With a hoe in her right hand and a basket in her left, she was fighting against famine. Three steps and two steps, ran to the hill, and went around several times in vain, but did not know which wild vegetables could be used to fill the stomach.

is hesitating, at a glance to see the clumps of green bamboo, young buds, rising in the roots. With an idea, he waved his iron hoe, and in a moment, he dug up half a basket of spring shoots.

Suddenly, I heard a small bird chirping in the grass, and I was overjoyed and jumped in. So, several jumping pheasants, along with a nest of small wild eggs, were also led by her.

Boil bamboo shoots and brew egg water, but you can still barely deal with pheasants, it is really difficult: "This chicken has never done evil, and there is no injustice or hatred with me, how can I do it?" ”

After weighing the profits and losses, I knew that I couldn't escape, and I was at a loss, and suddenly remembered the "Flying Dragon Sword": "Fortunately, I have this treasure by my side." ”

While reciting the "Curse of Death" to surpass the chicken spirit, she asked herself: "Chopping the head of the chicken or stabbing the heart of the chicken, which one can kill the chicken more?" ”

The final decision: "The head of the chicken is eye-catching, but the heart of the chicken is unpredictable." "I didn't think about it anymore, ran to the chicken head who didn't know the sinister world, fought for my life ruthlessly, and shot angrily.

The result is beyond imagination: "Chickens are more vital than humans." "You see on the battlefield, soldiers are dying in an instant, one after another. Unexpectedly, the pheasant suffered a heavy blow, although the blood was splashed on the spot, it actually flew left and right, rampage, and forgot to die, one after another, which can be called a strong chicken.

But she was so frightened that she jumped on the roof, leaned on the eaves, and looked down. The severed head chicken was still persevering, tenacious, full of blood, gushing like neon, sprinkled all over the courtyard.

Was she scared? Witch Baba?? Huan suspicious mata?? p

Frightened, be careful, the severed head of the chicken, finally threw the chicken head, sprinkled the chicken blood, kicked the chicken legs, and ended the chicken's life.

Looking at the entire courtyard again, it was like a murder scene, which made her suddenly think of the Wuyao Valley where corpses were everywhere, and she was even more melancholy.

Looking at the pheasant carcass, I still felt remorseful, and my brows were furrowed: "Plucking chicken feathers and opening chicken chests is not my strong point." ”

After thinking about it, I couldn't find a successful case, so I had to be different.

Holding the "Flying Dragon Sword", performing the "Puxia Gong", dancing and wearing flowers and jade, shaved all over the yard, the chicken feathers flew up and down; While worried: "The 'Flying Dragon in the Sky', if I knew that I used the 'Flying Dragon Sword' to chop the head of the chicken, shave the chicken feathers, and open the chicken chest, I would definitely wake up crying." Well, cry early, wake up early, and I'll stop as soon as possible. ”

The pheasant was stewed, and the soup was poured into the medicine, and the washing and bandaging were changed.

Heaven and earth are not kind, and it is not easy for me. When the busy work is over, I am physically and mentally exhausted and sweating profusely. Jump into the river, flip the swimming fish, and wander.

This place is a canyon between the Wulong Mountains, and the Wujiang River jumps down the high waterfall, and thus converges into a deep lake. The surrounding scenery is beautiful, the lake water is clear and rippling, swim in it, and feel relaxed and happy.

She swam upstream, and she didn't know how long she swam, but she swam from the end of the northwest lake to the southeast lake.

In the underlying water, looking upwards, there is a straight down stream, shining like a silver chain, flowing into the lake.

Just as he could see God, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching.

Turning around sharply, I saw four fast horses, galloping on the mountain road, like walking on the ground. The four Shu generals, from south to north, ran like flying.

She was surprised, and wondered in her heart: "How can there be a general in such a barren mountain and wild range?" Is the Shu army searching and rescuing again? When I thought about it, I was overjoyed: "My hard days have finally come to an end." ”