An eagle's chirp, with a somewhat tragic sound, crossed the valley, and then there was a loud bang, and the leaves and feathers splashed.

Wen Zhen was smashed to the eyes full of Venus, and was woken up from a semi-dizzy state, and before he could react, his body suddenly fell again, this time it was okay, his heart just picked it up and fell, and his body returned to calm after causing a commotion through the tree. The body seems to be hard and soft, and it hurts.

It was the eagle that did not fall on the tree first, and then fell from the tree, because it was pressed by Wen Zhen, and had died of exhaustion, just as Yan Sui arranged, and died as Wen Zhen's back.

Wen Zhen slowed down for a while before he loosened the restraint and rolled down from the eagle corpse, his brain was wooden for a while before he suddenly covered his face.

She remembered.

Yan Sui left the eagle to her and jumped down by herself.

At that time, although the height was not as high as the original cliff, it was not low, this cliff was deeper than the ordinary cliff, and more importantly, she flew sideways, rubbed all the way, and flew to the bushes on the other side, and the landing site was much safer. And the place where Yan Sui fell, there was a rocky mountain stream underneath.

She buried her head, tried to suppress the sorrow in her heart, sorted out her chaotic thoughts, calculated the approximate location of Yan Sui's fall, the direction of the wind at that time, and speculated on the possible location, and considered the follow-up situations for a while, before she let go of her hand, sighed, grabbed a handful of cold leaves with dew from the ground and rubbed her face, making herself more sober, and looking for medicine from her arms, finding out what was probably the right thing to eat, and then slowly stood up.

The pain under the ribs is still terrible, in short, if the needle is broken, it will be in danger, and there will be no chance to refine, so it can only be boiled.

One of her fingers was also in an abnormal position, it was broken, and she found a pine branch to make a splint to tie herself.

In addition to the internal injuries, there is no way, the abrasions all over her body have been treated, and she must keep her best condition in order to better save Yan Sui.

The woods under this cliff, how many years have few people come, there are countless dead branches and leaves, one foot deep and one foot shallow is very difficult to walk, Wen Zhen took half an hour to get out of this small wood, at this time the sky has begun to dawn.

She walked along the stream to the place where Yan Sui fell in her impression, her heart was tightly pinched, she couldn't tell whether she was looking forward to seeing him or afraid of seeing him, if she saw Yan Sui in the stream at this moment, the eight achievements could not be complete him.

I don't know why it is very cold under this cliff, it is winter frost on the cliff, the ice layer of the stream under the cliff is already very thick, Wen Zhen has entered the water, fallen over the mountain, and the clothes are half-dried and sticky to the body, the cold is biting, and he keeps shivering.

She spent half an hour walking along the stream for a long time, and found that the top of the stream was a deep pool, and her carriage fell into the deep pool so coincidentally, basically intact at the bottom of the water, with her current physical condition, naturally she did not dare to go down the bone-chilling pool water into the carriage to fish for things, so she had to give up.

She walked around and finally determined that there was no Yan Sui in the vicinity.

Is it that it didn't fall and was hung up by something?

She suddenly remembered Yan Sui's ability, hurriedly looked up, and sure enough, she saw that the lower part of the adjacent cliff, the plants became particularly lush, and a vine grew fast and connected to the opposite cliff, but it seemed to be torn apart and crooked.

She hurried over, followed the crooked arc, and finally saw Yan Sui on a bush of thorns that was a person high.

Wen Zhen looked at the thorn bush in amazement, and then looked at the various plants that grew wildly from the middle of the mountain down, from pine trees, vines, to thorns, and wondered if His Highness had done too much to trap people, this luck was really too bad. But after thinking about it, this may still be Yan Sui's own choice, because compared to the soft plants around him, this kind of thorn with stiff branches is the most likely to support him.

The thorns were too high, she could only see Yan Sui's hanging fingers and a sleeve, she couldn't reach him, because it was a thorn bush, and she didn't dare to pull him down, for fear of causing secondary injury, Yan Sui was obviously in a coma, she shouted a few times, and the sound echoing in the valley startled herself, but Yan Sui didn't react.

This made her a little worried, with Yan Sui's physical fitness, since he finally fell on the hard ground and was held up by thorn bushes, he shouldn't be in a coma like this.

She circled around the thorns, and at the position of Yan Sui's head, she found drops of blood gurgling down the thorn bushes.

Wen Zhen's heart sank.

That's pretty much the second worst conjecture.

In the process of falling, you may encounter a protruding rock and hit your head.

Wen Zhen no longer hesitated, found some dead branches and leaves, and lit the thorns.

The thorns kept collapsing in the burning, and when she could reach it, she extinguished the flames and carefully took Yan Sui down.

In the process of picking him up, she was inevitably stabbed countless times, and she pursed her lips, keeping her movements steady, one hand always holding his head.

With her hands on the back of her head, slimy, she took a breath and pressed down her pounding heart.

She moved slowly, carefully, noticing for anything else unusual in him, and noticed that his right arm was hanging a little unnaturally and that there was a deep laceration on his left leg.

As for the rest, there are countless rubs. The most pitiful thing about this cliff is that the cliff is so smooth that there are no plants until the middle and lower parts.

By the time Yan Suiping was finally moved down steadily, Wen Zhen was already sweating profusely.

Yan Sui's face was pale, even his lips were white, Wen Zhen had never seen his ugly face, he felt strange for a while, and he looked at it in a daze for a long time before he stretched out his finger to test his breathing.

She found her fingers trembling as she stretched them out.

Fortunately, she let out a long breath and her shoulders slammed down.

The swift and low breeze made my heart tremble when it gently brushed on my fingers.

She didn't dare to delay, and pushed away the burned thorn bushes, and the ground was flat, dry and warm, just for Yan Sui to lie down.

touched it in Yan Sui's arms, sighed, and made sure that this arrogant guy really didn't bring any injury medicine.

If it weren't for her, he really wouldn't need any medicine, and a person with top strength and wisdom would be able to protect himself even if he was not good.

She took out all the bottles and cans in her arms, tore off the cleanest underwear, and bandaged him. The right arm was broken, and the plank was sharpened to fix him, and the rest was just a flesh wound, and there was no better way to hurt the back of the head, and she was worried that he would fall out of the bruise and cause an impact, but this could only be seen later.

There are also a lot of thorns on the body, which must also be taken out, otherwise in such a physical state, it is easy to suppurate.

Wen Zhen looked up and looked up, it had been a while since the accident, Yan Sui's guards must have followed him, why hadn't he come down the cliff to check until now?

She had a vague feeling that she might be stumbling.

The thorns of the thorns could not be pierced into the body, but unfortunately, under the impetus of Yan Sui's thoughts, even the thorns turned into hard thorns half a finger long, piercing Yan Sui's thin brocade robe full of holes, and each hole was glowing with Yin Yin's red.

Wen Zhen had to pick the thorn on his hand first, a thorn penetrated his fingertips, almost pushing out the nails, she carefully and gently grabbed his fingers, pulled out the thorn, ten fingers connected to the heart, connected as if it was her heart, the thorn had not come out, there was already a bright liquid under her eyes, drop by drop, drop by drop, and fell on his fingertips in a chaotic manner.

It hurts.

How much it hurts him.

But he didn't wake up from such pain.

She suddenly felt great fear, he she knew, always strong, not invaded by wind and rain, and only wore thin clothes in winter, standing on the top of the Jade Que Golden Palace, the world was bustling, attacking him with cold arrows, and the corners of his clothes could not be hurt.

Why are you lying here so silently all of a sudden?

Where did he get hurt? Will it lie down like this forever? Or will there be more serious consequences?

He is the shield of this court, she thought that only a spear like him could kill him, but when he finally fell down one day, what kind of pursuit would he give him with the malicious killing intent that was blocked by him?

Tears dripped down the thorns that had been pulled out one by one.

The thorns seemed to pierce her heart.

She thought she was also strong, accustomed to facing difficulties, and accustomed to calmly planning in the face of all difficulties, and when he was in front of her like this at this moment, she suddenly sensed her fear and weakness.

suddenly understood that all the courage in the past, those words before facing the enemy, were actually because he was there.

Because he is there, she has a backing, and she is not afraid of hurting herself.

He's that kind of person, he doesn't need many words, he doesn't even have to make a move, and he feels reassured, believing that he can take a step back at any time and lean on his warm chest.

When you get used to it, you don't feel how precious it is, and you don't think about how painful it is to lose. She was once so unaware of her dependence on him, and she pretended to support her independence and self-esteem as a modern person.

She once thought that she liked him, but she didn't love him enough, so Suo Xun couldn't move forward, but she was reluctant to retreat, so she accepted it silently, it was greedy for this red dust warmth, because there was no one better than him around her, and one day, the wind and frost and sword in this world might make her return to her snail shell and choose to live for herself in this thin world.

To this day, he tied her on the eagle's back and jumped down.

Until this moment, she calmly treated all the horrific wounds, but she could not contain the tears in front of a small hole pierced by a thorn.

It's like being thundered and lightning in front of you, and you can see the dust in the snow.

In the past 18 years, she has not had the opportunity to understand love, nor can she understand love, she has been hurt too much, but she is afraid of the warmth of the world, and she always stands up sharp thorns, and is ready to retract when she is slightly disturbed.

But it has never been retracted. Instead, he moved forward step by step, constantly handing out the fingertips of temptation.

What makes her such a selfish person, reluctant to give up, lingering to this day.

It's because of love.

is enough love to support her cool state of mind, and she is willing to accompany him to live hard in this splendid cage that she doesn't like.

The tears could not be stopped, like the new rain in the mountains flowing intermittently, dyeing the red fingertips with a faint pink, flowing into the dark soil.

Yan Sui.

I will stay in this treacherous court for you, accompany you like a tiger every day, and choose to fight with the most powerful force in the world for you, can you ...... for me Wake up?