There was a deathly silence all around, except for the sound of the water and the howling of the night wind against the rock walls.

Ye Qiange was happy and sad.

Happily, there is indeed a clear pool underneath.

Therefore, both he and Su Dieyi survived.

Sadly, when he fell into the pool, his calf was bruised by a sharp stone, leaving a deep hole that could be seen to the bone, and Ye Qiange's eyes turned black in pain.

And Su Dieyi was even more unbearable, choking on the water and fainting directly.

Ye Qiange was a little embarrassed.

Su Dieyi's martial arts are strong, not only can she come and go, but the killers she kills are scattered, and her heroic appearance is quite a bit of a female general.

But to her surprise, she didn't know how to water.

Fortunately, Ye Qiange found Su Dieyi in time, if it was too late, the consequences would be unimaginable.

finally dragged Su Dieyi ashore.

Ye Qiange fell to the shore, only to feel soreness all over his body, and his head was dizzy.

Taking advantage of the faint moonlight, he saw that the wound on his leg was still dripping with blood, and there was no tendency to stop.

He ruthlessly tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and quickly tied it up to stop the bleeding.

After lying down for a while, and when his body gradually regained strength, he took a deep breath and struggled to get up, this place should not stay for a long time, the pool is on the side, the distance is too close, if the water suddenly rises at night, it will be bad.

Find a safe place to stay as soon as possible.

He picked up Su Dieyi and staggered to the side.

Not long after walking, Ye Qiange came to a cave.

The cave was clean and dry, with some weeds growing and several huge rocks lying across the cave, just right to make a makeshift bed.

Ye Qiange carefully put down the butterfly clothes, then endured the sharp pain in his legs and began to prepare for a fire.

The temperature was so low that he was soaking wet and shivering.

"Cold... Cold..."

"Dieyi, Dieyi!"

After a burst of whispering, Dieyi's face turned blue, her lips turned white, and she couldn't help but hug her body tightly, and whispered like a dream.

He touched Su Dieyi's forehead, and there was a hot touch in his palm.

"Oh no, you have a fever."

"It's imperative to start a fire first."

Fever, let alone cold.

Ye Qiange stabilized his mind, asked himself not to panic first, and hurriedly ran outside to find the materials needed to make a fire.

He didn't dare to go too far from the cave.

After all, he was a newcomer to the place, and who knew if there were any wild beasts here.

What's more, he can see the entrance to the cave at any time and avoid the beasts from entering it.

The materials for starting the fire were quickly found.

There weren't many things, dry leaves, dead grass and branches, and a slender vine.

He also scraped some resin and put it in the dead grass to start a fire.

"Sister, if I knew this, I shouldn't have thrown the dagger in the first place."

Ye Qiange was speechless, it took a lot of time to make a small device for drilling wood for fire.

The device is very simple, use a slightly curved stick, tie the head and tail with vines, and then wrap the vines around another stick, pull the stick with one hand, hold the stick with the other, and the stick will spin rapidly.

Simply place the end of the strip on top of another strip, spread the withered grass on top and sprinkle with resin.

When the wooden strips are rotated and rubbed, they generate heat, and as long as there is enough heat, they will ignite the dead grass and resin.

Ye Qiange has seen it many times, but has never tried it.

Then, he failed again and again.

Uncle, I don't believe it.

Finally, after more than twenty failures, Ye Qiange finally lit the fire.

He was out of breath and sweating profusely, and he had no time to rest, so he quickly moved the fire to the cave, set up the firewood, and the fire gradually grew stronger.

Then, beside the fire, he planted a few branches as drying racks, and hurriedly hung his wet clothes and trousers on them.

Looking back and seeing the butterfly clothes curled up in a ball, Ye Qiange began to have difficulties.

After all, men and women don't kiss.

He summoned Dieyi, but Dieyi did not respond, still falling into a deep coma.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and took off Dieyi's coat, leaving a short shirt that covered most of the spring light.

But the faintly revealed scenery is enough to make every man fall into infinite reverie.

But at this moment, Ye Qiange's eyes were full of clarity, and he did not make any waves.

No frivolity, no desire, no greed.

More but full of worries.

Because, he found that the wound on Dieyi's back was still bleeding, and even the stone bed was stained red.

"No wonder I have a fever!" Ye Qiange sighed secretly, "You have to stop the bleeding as soon as possible." ”

Then, he made another mistake and began a new round of daze.

The wound on the back of the butterfly clothes extends from the right shoulder to the left waist, and if you want to bandage it, I'm afraid you have to-

Without further ado, if it drags on any longer, Dieyi's condition may worsen.

He gently flipped Butterfly over and unbuttoned her last blouse.

Under the dim yellow firelight, Ye Qiange's eyes were only full of whiteness.

The spring is gorgeous, and if you look at it, you will be in chaos.

Even if Ye Qiange has no intention, but as a normal man, in the face of such a temptation, everyone will inevitably be hot and unbearable, his heart will beat pounding, and then he will reflexively...... (Well, I won't write much here)

Ye Qiange hurriedly removed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and slowly wrapped and bandaged the torn strips of cloth.

It's been a beautiful process.

It's also a tough process.

By the time Ye Qiange bandaged Dieyi's wounds, he was already soaking wet, as if he had experienced a psychological battle.

He hurriedly limped aside, carefully protecting the fire from extinguishing.

Soon, the clothes were all dried.

Ye Qiange took a breath and started a psychological battle again, trying his best to hold back the thoughts in his heart, and patiently dressed Dieyi.

Then he covered his robe with Dieyi, and the firelight dispelled the cold in the cave, and Dieyi no longer murmured about the cold.

After finishing his work, Ye Qiange leaned weakly on the edge of the stone bed, looking at Dieyi, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart.

At this time, the Dieyi is seven points similar to the Dieyi I saw in the Tingyin Pavilion before.

Both are beautiful, but now the butterfly clothes are a little more dusty and a little less charming.

"How can I let you protect you so desperately and sacrifice your life to save you."

Ye Qiange muttered to himself, he and Dieyi had only met twice, once in Tingyin Pavilion and once at the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In these two times, the two only spoke a few words, and rarely talked, but in exchange for such a beauty's kindness.

"It hurts... Butterfly... It hurts..."

Dieyi dreamed for a while, frowned, muttered in her mouth, whispered softly, and had a hint of pain on her pretty face.

When Ye Qiange heard this, his heart suddenly tightened, if he hadn't bandaged it well?

He stretched out his hand, and as soon as Fang touched Dieyi, a small hand clenched it tightly.

Dieyi's dream stopped for a moment, and the pain on her face slowly disappeared.

Ye Qiange breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to smooth Dieyi's frowning eyebrows, and let her small hand hold her big hand.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qiange finally couldn't resist the fatigue and dizziness that came from the flood, and leaned on the edge of the stone bed and fell asleep.