Ying San struggled to find Foshan, but he grabbed his master Song Zhancheng but didn't let go, he was at a loss, his eyes were red, and he didn't look like a man.

Wasted the strength of the two tigers, and finally connected the human bones, the deputy general was tired and sweaty, sighed, it was really more tiring than a day of training, watching Ying San was fixed by the splint he made out of the temporary table, and smiled bitterly, it was quite useful, at least it didn't make a fuss.

Song Zhancheng deserved to have strong physical and mental strength, and he woke up from his coma after a while, opened his eyes, and his eyes first turned on Ying San's face, and then stared straight at the top of the tent.

One hand groped, slowly holding Cheng Jingyun's hand, cold and lifeless...... It seems that she is not dreaming, she is really not breathing.

"Master~"

Shadow San was like a lively one, and he was about to cry when he was aggrieved, but he didn't know why, and he was suddenly silenced.

The deputy general looked over and was stunned, it turned out that this guy saw that Song Zhancheng had woken up, and he finally couldn't support the blow and passed out.

Get! slapped his thigh, resigned himself to getting the person up and putting it aside.

"General, you ...... Take care of yourself. He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't comfort him, but he finally understood at this moment what Cheng Jingyun meant to Song Zhancheng.

"Is Foshan back?"

"No, my subordinates will send someone out to greet me!" The deputy general is also ruthless, no matter what happens in the end, let's take it slowly now, at least let Song Zhancheng accept this fact.

Song Zhancheng didn't say a word, only grabbed Cheng Jingyun's hand, then sat up slowly, hugged the person in his arms, and hugged him tightly, as if this would warm the person, and the person could come back when he was warm......

The adjutant general's heart was throbbing, he couldn't bear to look at it, and when he turned around, he raised his hand and covered his eyes, and let out a low sob, and his back was still so resolute and straight when he walked out.

Heaven and earth are silent, everywhere is dim, at this time it is dark, two days and two nights have passed, Zhao Qingtian and Foshan have not rushed back.

Song Zhancheng didn't care about Jinyun who shrank at the door, let him walk around, crying secretly with red eyes for a while, and sitting quietly outside the tent for a while, not moving or talking, just sitting and watching the dark sky.

The people sent out by the lieutenant did not come back until midnight, and the news was that they had run for nearly ten miles as fast as possible, and still did not see a single figure, let alone Zhao Qingtian and Foshan.

When it was almost dawn, Jinyun suddenly stood up from the ground, staggered to Song Zhancheng, and reached out to touch Cheng Jingyun's arm.

"Get out of here!"

Song Zhancheng's voice was hoarse, and he didn't use much strength to roar, but Jinyun was still frightened and retracted his hand, and he didn't dare to move for a long time.

"Sister is not, not dead, bad guy, you give her luck, internal strength, you can wait to come back......"

Song Zhancheng raised his head suddenly, his eyes were cold, and he stared at Jinyun like a wolf looking at his prey.

Although he knew that he was a fool, Song Zhancheng believed his words, and with that almost zero hope, he slowly mobilized his internal force, but he didn't want his previous gaffe to cause his internal force to burst out, greatly damaging his heart and lungs, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Song Zhancheng closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his internal breath, and soon a pure internal force was transmitted to Cheng Jingyun's body through the palm of his hand.

It's actually delivered in!?

found that Cheng Jingyun's body did not resist this external internal force, but swallowed his internal force cleanly, Song Zhancheng was overjoyed, and maybe he could really be saved.

The continuous internal force is transmitted through several major acupuncture points on the back, Song Zhancheng is not iron-clad, and he can't support it soon, but he refuses to stop and can't give up, what if this hope is gone?

Jinyun shouted anxiously next to him, "Stop, stop, it's okay, you can't use internal force, you'll die!" ”

This word was like Song Zhancheng's taboo, and he immediately put away his hand and looked at Jinyun, and his chapped lips snorted: "How do you know?" Dare to joke with Cheng Jingyun's life, I will make your life worse than death~"

After a stirring spirit, Jin Yun shrank back, shook his head fiercely, and didn't speak, shaking his head while pointing at Cheng Jingyun, tears falling down.

Song Zhancheng was in no mood to embarrass him, and continued to hold Cheng Jingyun out of his mind, everyone was waiting, waiting for Foshan, waiting for life-saving medicine.

I don't know if this moved God, or God saw that Cheng Jingyun's soul should not appear in the Netherworld, and finally opened his eyes once......

Two figures outside the camp hurried over, and gradually the sound of horses' hooves came into their ears, and the figures finally became clearer, and in the mist, Zhao Qingtian's loud voice sounded......

Song Zhancheng's ears moved slightly, the expression on his face changed, his eyes lit up, and a tear slid down the wound on his face, bitter, but it made Song Zhancheng feel extremely relieved.

Foshan took the medicine luck lightly, and quickly rushed to the camp tent, Zhao Qingtian followed, and saw Cheng Jingyun and Song Zhancheng, as if they had been struck by lightning.

Is it late~?

"What are you doing in a daze, go boil the medicine!" Song Zhancheng snorted coldly, Foshan came back to his senses and hurriedly prepared.

Suddenly stopped by Song Zhancheng, "You go and take care of Ying San, and I will personally deal with the medicinal materials." ”

"Yes!"

"Don't let anyone touch Cheng Jingyun!"

"Subordinates obey!"

Without Song Zhancheng to explain, Jinyun has been staying by Cheng Jingyun's side, not allowing anyone to approach, and he didn't dare to move, just staring at it.

Foshan checked for Ying San, took a breath of cold air, from this injury, you can imagine how crazy the master was when the accident happened, and it was really hard for Ying San......

The medicine was quickly disposed of, and according to Cheng Jingyun's explanation, Song Zhancheng personally opened the acupoints with silver needles, sealed the qi veins with medicinal materials, and quickly fed her the medicinal juice boiled out.

"Why can't you feed it?" Zhao Qingtian was so anxious that he jumped to his feet.

Song Zhancheng was silent for a moment, "All out!" ”

Foshan put down Ying San and dragged Jinyun away, and Zhao Qingtian had no choice but to go out, but before leaving, he looked at Song Zhancheng with complicated eyes, as if he guessed what he was going to do.

When he was quiet, Song Zhancheng reached out and wiped the medicinal juice that Cheng Jingyun had sprinkled, took a mouthful of the medicine in his mouth, and gently crossed the medicine with a kiss.

Slowly fed a whole bowl of medicine, and after half an hour the silver needle was removed, Foshan cleaned up the mess, and a few people waited quietly, but Ying San seemed to be in the fun, waking up before Cheng Jingyun.

"How is Miss Cheng?"

Foshan hurriedly helped the person up, "Shh, I've been fed the medicine, wait slowly, I hope God will open his eyes, otherwise the master will really go crazy." ”

I don't know how long it took, but Kagezo was already exhausted and couldn't hold it out as soon as possible, when he suddenly heard a cry of joy, "Wake up!" ”

Jinyun smiled and clapped his hands, Song Zhancheng was puzzled, and immediately went to check Cheng Jingyun's breathing, and it took a while before there was a faint beat......

Tears of joy!

"Wake up, wake up, sister wake up~" Jinyun was about to go over and hug Cheng Jingyun on impulse, but Song Zhancheng suddenly looked back at him, his eyes were complicated and unfathomable.

Yes, being so frightened by him, Jinyun wilted again, looking at Cheng Jingyun with blank eyes, opening his mouth, his lips sobbing for a long time, Zhao Qingtian vaguely guessed that this person was complaining about Song Zhancheng.