Lan Xingchen fainted.

Qin Sheng's first reaction was to run away, after all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But as soon as she turned around and took a step, she stopped again, although she didn't know whether his identity as the Qingyin Pavilion Master was true or false, but he didn't seem to have done anything bad to him.

Even he fainted, because he lost the internal force to her.

The girl's hands were staggered in front of her, her index finger kept circling in circles, and a person whose skills were so good at his level should recover on his own soon, right?

Does she go, or doesn't go?

Why don't you ...... take off the mask on his face and take a look?

Well!

After countless ideological struggles in his heart, Qin Sheng stretched out his hand to the mask little by little......

When her fingertips touched the coldness of the mask, she subconsciously retracted.

Can't watch!

The other party wore a mask, but she didn't want her to see his appearance, if she saw his face, she didn't know if she would have survived.

No, she must not do anything that she is not sure of!

Why don't she run away first?

Looking around, the closest place to the island they were on was the last one she had fled from, and then the river as far as the eye could see.

If it was to swim out, it would be a bit impractical, so she would better see if there were any boats or bamboo rafts on the island first.

If not, she can find some bamboo and make a bamboo raft first.

Qin Sheng searched all over the island, and sure enough, she didn't see anything like a boat, so she didn't stop cutting bamboo to make a bamboo raft.

Fortunately, Lan Xingchen carried a knife with her, and it was not difficult for her to cut bamboo.

After the bamboo raft was completed, Lan Xingchen still didn't wake up, he seemed to be very cold, and his whole body was curled up in a ball.

When Qin Sheng took the knife from his waist, his fingertips touched it, and he already felt that his body was unusually cold.

The sky had already darkened, and the vision at night was not good, so Qin Sheng decided to set off early tomorrow morning.

She glanced at the person lying on the ground, and she had nothing to do, so she simply helped him take his pulse.

Lan Xingchen's pulse was abnormally disordered, and there was no order to speak of, and he was already in a coma, trembling all over. Through a mask, Qin Sheng seemed to be able to feel the pain he was trying so hard to endure.

He seems to ...... Also have cold poison in the body?

Qin Sheng lowered her eyes and thought carefully, the Seventh Prince had cold poison in his body, and she had never had a chance to check the pulse of the Seventh Prince. The last time the prince had a cold poison attack, she was in a daze and didn't know what the situation was.

I didn't expect the cold poison to attack, it was so pitiful.

He had already ordered Lan Xingchen's sleeping hole, and he was still trembling in pain.

Qin Sheng casually played with the knife in his hand, and the three words "Blue Star" engraved on the handle of the knife shone with cold light in the moonlight.

After leaning less, she put away the short knife in her hand, got up and silently went to pick up some branches, and lit a fire next to Lan Xingchen.

Master said that ice and fire are mutually restrictive, but cold poison should not be attacked, and it should be channeled slowly. Therefore, Qin Sheng didn't light too much fire, and he was also afraid that Lan Xingchen, who was already dying, would not be able to withstand the powerful hot and cold attack.

Sure enough, after lighting the fire, Lan Xingchen didn't look any better.

The warm light of the fire reflected his cold mask, which looked even more eerie in the dark night.

Qin Sheng forced himself not to look at him.

A wave of sleepiness hit, she couldn't help but yawn, afraid that he would wake up, and she didn't forget to click on his sleeping hole again.

This night, Qin Sheng had a rare good night's sleep, and he didn't even have the nightmares he often had.