Withered Leaf felt his head groggy and barely opened his weak and tired eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In an unfamiliar environment, a few rays of moonlight leaked from the dilapidated roof, and the twinkling stars in the dark sky could be faintly seen.

"Are you awake?" A guardian voice greeted with surprise, mixed with a hint of concern.

"You are? I'm not dead? You saved me? What the dead leaves saw was a girl with an anxious face, who had not rested for a long time, and her face was tired, but she was full of happy smiles.

The girl in purple gently wiped the cold sweat on her forehead because of the pain, and said distressedly, "I'm sorry." We have limited money and can't buy the best medicine to treat you, so we can only apply herbs to stop the bleeding temporarily. You need to recuperate to recover. ”

The dead leaf lying on his side wanted to turn over, not wanting to affect the wound on his back, the wound cracked, and the blood flowed.

"Pharmacist!" The girl in purple exclaimed and pressed the dead leaves down, "Don't you move, don't you want to live?" ”

"What's going on?" Pushing the door in, the old man looked dissatisfied, and blew his nose angrily and glared: "Old man, I worked for more than an hour to stop the bleeding, barely saving a small life, and now I can't do anything!" ”

Dead leaves are like lightning strikes, is waking up to let yourself watch yourself die slowly? It's so ironic! It's better to let yourself hang up directly, and there are so many less worries.

The girl in purple suddenly grabbed the old man and begged: "Old man, you can do well, you can use the blood orchid potion to save him!" We don't have ten silver coins, we can only raise two silver coins, and we'll definitely make up the rest! Please! ”

Looking at the poor purple-clothed girl, the old man of the pharmacist was embarrassed in every way: "Little girl, it's not that I won't help you, the blood orchid potion was obtained by the village chief with great efforts using the resources of the village, if the old man I can have the final say, what is more precious than life?" ”

Pushing away the purple-clothed girl, the old man of the pharmacist was helpless: "I asked the village chief just now, but the village chief had no room for negotiation, so he directly refused my old man's request." Ay! If it was the old village chief before, he would definitely save people first! ”

Copper, silver, and gold coins are exchanged at a ratio of 100 to 1. The currency commonly used in the village is the copper coin, and one silver coin is enough for an ordinary family of three to have a surplus for a month. Forty or fifty people in the Thorn Guild can get two silver coins, which is already quite good. It's just nowhere near what the potion needs.

The strings of the dead leaves were loosened. The wound on his back broke out, and the withered leaves hummed painfully for a long time before he could hold back a sentence: "Pharmacist,"

The girl in purple nervously threw herself to the side of the bed, blaming and looking at the dead leaves: "It's all your fault, don't talk, take care of your injuries!" ”

Feeling that his strength was slowly passing and becoming more and more weak, the withered leaves still said politely: "Thank you, the great kindness and great virtue dare not forget." ”

The withered leaf struggled to open his weak left hand, and suddenly ten silver shining silver coins came into everyone's eyes!

"Help me-!" The dead leaves couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

Jingle Bell! Ten silver coins made a pleasant sound and scattered all over the ground.

The purple-clothed girl grabbed the pharmacist in ecstasy and pointed to the silver coins scattered all over the place: "Pharmacist! Silver coin! Fast! Blood Orchid Elixir! Save! Save! ”

A bottle of scarlet elixir emitted a faint red glow, as clear as a jewel.

The fatal wound on the back of the dead leaf glows red and heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old man of the pharmacist breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, sweating profusely: "Whew! If it's too late, it won't be saved. Now breathing normally. Tomorrow morning. Little girl, have a good rest, you are tired all night. I'll go first, old man. Rest assured, this house is mine, and no one will bother you. ”

In the dim candlelight, only the shadow of the girl in purple remained.

"Dead leaves?" The girl in purple suddenly called out the name of the dead leaf, but the dead leaf never told her.

"You're a dead leaf!" The purple-clothed girl said in an affirmative tone: "It must be, only he can get a huge fortune of 10 silver coins, and only the sixth-level can defeat the third child of the Black Dragon Gang with injuries!" ”

Thinking about it, the girl in purple fell asleep on the side of the bed, she was tired.

Like the stubborn withered leaves of the unbeatable Xiaoqiang, he opened his eyes again.

No tiredness, no weakness.

The withered leaves inhale the fresh air deeply and feel refreshed.

It's just that

Soft, weak and boneless feeling.

Turning his head, he saw a delicate face lying on the side of the bed with his hands pillowed, and the other hand tightly held the rough palm of the dead leaves, pouting, and his pink face was red. The scattered hair was messy but beautiful, and a few rays of morning light were scattered on the maiden through the cracks of the dilapidated hut, and there was no need for gorgeous clothes, expensive jewelry, and glamorous rouge gouache. The purple-clothed girl at this moment is deeply engraved in the heart of the withered leaves.

A simple teenager understands that he likes her.

Under the devil's impulse, the withered leaves couldn't help but reach out and want to touch the lovely face, pink and pink.

"Whew!" Xing Xuyang sunburned the purple-clothed girl, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she subconsciously shook the rough palm of the dead leaves, and opened her eyes in confusion.

"Ahh The girl exclaimed and let go of the dead leaf's hand.

Suddenly, the withered leaves were full of loss in their hearts. Helplessly, he closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

The girl in purple looked nervously at the dead leaves, and after seeing that she had not woken him up, she looked around with a weak heart to make sure that no one had noticed, and hurriedly fled from the hut.

"Click!" The dilapidated wooden door closed softly.

Withered Leaf opened her eyes sadly, and she was gone.

"Hey!" A helpless sigh. The dead leaves leaned against the wall, quietly looking at the place where the girl had sat just now, as if the girl had never left, and the warmth of her palms was still there.

"Boy! Got up? In the expectant gaze of the withered leaves, it was not the expectant girl who pushed the door in, but the old man of the medicine man.

The old man of the pharmacist warmly entertained: "Although your injury is healed, your body is still very weak, come, drink some porridge and nourish your stomach." ”

Withered Leaf gulped down, "Pharmacist, where is the girl who sent me?" Why didn't you see her? ”

The old man of the pharmacist was slightly surprised: "She left, didn't she tell you?" I thought you knew she was gone. ”

"Gone?" The withered leaves were lost to the extreme: "Hey, forget it! ”

Withered Leaf spent twenty silver coins to buy two vials of Blood Orchid Elixir and left the Medicine Man's hut. The last two bottles of life-saving potions in the village were all in the hands of Dead Leaves.

Looking back at the dilapidated hut under the morning sun again, he couldn't help but clench the purse in his hand, as if swearing: "Wait for me, I will definitely find you!" ”

In the purse, there are three hairs, the hair of a girl in purple.

When the girl in purple was asleep, the withered leaves did not touch the lovely face, but plucked out three hairs. At this moment, Withered Leaf knew that this was the wisest choice he had ever made.

As long as the hair is still there, the withered leaves know that the girl in purple is still in the Lingwu Continent. Someday he'll find her! At that time, even Emperor Lao Tzu couldn't stop him from pursuing her! Whoever dares to stop him, he will overturn whomever he wants, the withered leaves have no capital now, and he must have supreme strength to overthrow the emperor Lao Tzu.

Last night was the happiest night for the dead leaves. That glance is an eternal freeze. That person is worth guarding for a lifetime.

She saved him, but left him.

He remembered her and vowed to find her.

He longed for strength, overcame the thorns, and took her hand.

Murakita! Crazy hunting!