When they were about to arrive, there was a fire on the other side of the lake, and they pointed the way at a glance.

"Yuan Jiu!" Feng Yin frowned and looked carefully, "Ahead is where Lu Qiu said?" ”

Yuan Jiu dragged the trembling Lu Qiu out from behind.

Where Lu Qiu's fingers were on fire, he looked up and couldn't speak, "That's exactly the place." ”

Feng Yin's face suddenly sank, "The shadow guards listen to the order, all sneak in, and be sure to extinguish the fire immediately." ”

On the bank of the river, countless figures flew towards the firelight, and the white horses galloped away like lightning under the light of the torches, leaping upward.

Outside the barn, there are a large number of suckling pigs, but there are only a few houses, and the fire has burned the doors to charcoals.

The wind turned over and dismounted, and it was already a killing machine.

"Master, I'm afraid the possibility of survival is ......"

Someone in the ruins found several corpses from under a house, and I don't know who shouted, "Found it." ”

Feng Yin was stunned and watched as several people carried out the charred corpses.

One large and two small.

The wind didn't look at the corpse, he stood there, bowed his head and laughed miserably, his throat was sweet, and he was already bloody.

Yuan Jiu was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the stumbling Feng Yin, "Master! ”

"Go...... Bring Lu Qiu with you. The wind touched his chest with his hand, and the corners of his lips were bright red and dazzling.

Yuan Jiu frowned, and asked the shadow guard to escort Lu Qiu over.

When Lu Qiu saw the corpse, he was already frightened, and kowtowed again and again: "The prince spares his life, the prince ......"

"I only ask you, how many people are in Tian Lan's family!" Feng Yin's fingers scorched the corpse, "You can argue." ”

"Tian ...... Yes...... Three-mouthed ...... A widow...... Two children. Lu Qiu kowtowed and bled out, "The prince spares ......"

Before the words were finished, Lu Qiu had already fallen to the ground.

The wind was weak and airy, and he closed his eyes and didn't want to look at it anymore.

"Master, that corpse doesn't have to be ......"

Yuan Jiu was suddenly silenced.

If it weren't for Miss Ruan, who started this fire?

If it was Miss Ruan, this fire would explain who was responsible.

"Yuan Jiu ......"

Feng Yin didn't open his eyes, closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, he suddenly frowned, "Order people to kill all the livestock." ”

The wind was angry, and the shadow guards only listened to the order, and the sword and sword shadow, but it was cut off for a few seconds, and a hundred pigs had been killed.

The whining wind whistled through the open ground, and only the barely audible cry for help seeped into his ears from under the pigsty, drip by drop along the wind.

The wind was cold because of his face, but he was stunned for a while.

The faint breath is delicate and faint, if there is nothing, it really makes people hallucinate, I can't believe it.

The wind swept towards the blood-soaked slaughterhouse with its black eyes, "Everyone holds their breath!" ”

All the shadow guards stopped moving, and they didn't even dare to gasp for breath except for the miserable snort of the dying one.

The wind was picturesque and his eyebrows were tightly locked, but he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were dazzling.

He was not afraid of filth, and stepped into the filthy pigsty, and stepped on the blood all over the ground, looking for the slight noise from place to place, and lowered his eyes to find a suspicious place.

Feng didn't care about the tools handed by Yuan Jiu, so he pulled the mud away with his bare hands, and then saw a wooden door.

Feng Yin frowned, and suddenly pulled the door open from the outside, and a clear aisle came into view.

He quickly descended the aisle, and only a few steps away, he saw a door locked from the outside.

The jade-colored hand froze for a moment at the moment of opening the door.

He picked up the stone from outside and smashed the lock.

The thin and fair-skinned jade face finally appeared in front of him.

Pian Zheng's face was pale, his cheeks were injured, his hands were tied, and the blood under his wrists was even more dazzling.

The wind shouted a kite shallowly, like a person in a dream, faint and tactful,

He was stunned, but his eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness completely.

She knelt forward, and the wind lifted the kite, which was limp in his arms, as if the treasure had been lost, and he carefully sent her back to the ground.

The race immortal had already been summoned by Feng Yin early to follow all the way, and now it came in handy.

"Miss Ruan, wake up?" The race fairy patted the face of the pitiful kite, and looked at his eyes.

The breath was heavy, and the cut on her wrist was not shallow, and she used a lot of weeds to wrap her wrist in a ball, trying to stop the bleeding.

Her dress was torn into strips and used to bandage her wounds, piercing her wrists several times.

"The situation is not good, she has lost too much blood, and I am afraid that there are other wounds on her body, and I need to let Snow Thorn look at them for her."

Feng Yin immediately lit several large holes on her body and stopped her bleeding first.

"Send her back to the inn at once!"

★

Mercy Zheng had a long dream.

She dreamed that she was back in her childhood, and Ruan Liuyang took her to the scene of the first autopsy.

The small body was against her soul, and the first autopsy was a corpse full of corpse worms.

Xiao Bei Gu Shang was ten years old, slightly older than her, and after just one glance, he couldn't help but cover his lips and go outside the door and vomit.

Ruan Lianzheng crossed her hands on her hips, not only helped to examine the autopsy, but also looked good, which was impressive.

But at night, he launched a high fever, and the high fever did not go away, so Ruan Liuyang opened the door to find a doctor outside, and he tossed it all night.

Early the next morning, the fever did not go away, and the people began to talk mushly, and when they saw that they were about to die, a Taoist priest suddenly came out of nowhere.

He didn't take a penny, but took a charm, burned it in the water, and poured the bowl of water into the mouth of the kite.

What the Taoist priest said, he can't remember.

She only remembered waking up afterwards, Ruan Liuyang was wringing out a handkerchief and putting it on her forehead, and sighed.

"Mercy, you are following your mother's life."

She struggled to get up, but her small body was so weak that she couldn't get up.

Ruan Liuyang folded the quilt she had broken open and put it on her forehead with the back of his hand, and he smiled a little bitterly.

"Is the fever gone...... Don't get sick again in the future, child, you have to live well. ”

Live well......

The words were repeated over and over again in the ears of the pitiful zheng, and the voice was deafening and stinging her.

To live well, she survived for Ruan Lianzheng, to live, to live.

Pian Zheng suddenly opened her mouth and called out to him, "Dad." ”

Ruan Liuyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes were red, half loud, and he nodded again and again.

He choked up and replied with a smile, "Good boy." ”

"Dad, I'm uncomfortable, I have a headache......"

She was coquettish like a child, feeling sorry for this young man who had lost his wife and daughter.

Ruan Liuyang smiled and turned his head away, wiped away the tears in his eyes with the back of his hand, took out a packet of candied fruit from his arms, picked one and put it into her mouth, and said with a smile: "Blame you for having to follow me, you have to lie down for several days, and you have to drink medicine!" ”

His hands were covered with calluses, kneading her little hands and feet, with moderate force, and he treated her as a treasure in the palm of his hand.

Pian Zheng was very dizzy, closed his eyes, and his heart was sour.

How did she ever have a family, and how could she have had parents?

"Daddy!" Pity Zheng cried out with a candied fruit in his mouth.

Ruan Liuyang was stunned and said, "Eh! ”

"Daddy! Father! Daddy...... "The more she screamed, the smoother she spoke, and the more she screamed, the clearer she became."

Ruan Liuyang answered one by one, and the number of calls on this day was far more than in the previous years combined.

He took the trouble to answer the ...... over and over again

The room was very quiet, she didn't know how long she screamed, and Ruan Liuyang didn't answer.

"Daddy......"

She wanted to open her eyes and see if Ruan Liuyang was still around, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn't open her eyes, so she continued to fall asleep in a drowsy state.

Faintly, someone seemed to help her up, her whole body hurt, and gradually a cool feeling was smeared on her body, and the limbs gradually became warm, dispersing the pain shallowly.

There is a medicinal fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose, and the headache is slowly relieved.

She couldn't remember how long she had been asleep, but when she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was snow thorns.

The snow thorns were much haggard, his sickly complexion was a little yellow, the corners of his lips were a little blue, and his face was not good.

"Awake?" Snowthorn glanced at her expressionlessly, "But there is still a pain?" ”

He shook his head and wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

"You have been sleeping for several days in a row, you need to slow down for a while, and after a while, you drink the boiled medicine, and you can speak in less than a quarter of an hour."

Snow Thorn paused, and suddenly glanced at her, "You can survive this way, you have a big fate." ”

Pity Zheng frowned.

When did she provoke Snow Thorn, why did she talk with a gun and a stick?

"If she dies, won't she weigh your heart, as Jade Dumping Huan will?"

The race fairy who came out of nowhere, slapped Snow Thorn in the face with a prescription.

Snow Thorn was annoyed, "Master! ”

"Go, get me some medicine!" Sai Shenxian ignored her at all, grabbed her ear and threw her out.

Snowthorn had to follow with his ears tugged at him, and was dragged to the door with a run.

I only heard the fairy say: "Your heart and liver are awake, why don't you go and take a look." ”

"Master!" The snow thorn hurt and let out another 'ah'.

I heard the door creak and crash into it, but there was an unexpected sound of familiar footsteps in the room.

Pian Zheng's body was painful and itchy, and his hands were even more numb.

But when she listened to the movement, her heart was like a drum, and she subconsciously glanced out.

I saw that the pear-white jade hand took a bowl of soup medicine, he was not as light as in the past, he faded into a body of idle and lazy, high and cold, hidden outside the curtain, just a glance can see the thrush eyes, like a dream, noble and graceful.

She frowned slightly, and sat up from the edge of the bed at once, but she forgot about her injury, and her chest hurt as if she had been stabbed.

Pian Zheng curled up in pain and covered her ribs, and she was in a cold sweat in pain.

"Well, it doesn't seem to hurt your brain, but recklessness hasn't changed at all."

The wind entered the tent quickly because of the wind under his feet, but these words were a little angry.

In the past few days, Snow Thorn has either taken medicine or changed clothes, and Feng Yin can't get into the tent, so he can't take a good look at her.

At the moment, I looked at it carefully, with a small face the size of a palm, with bruises on his forehead, and various small scratches on his cheeks, and his face was bloodless.

Mercy looked at him carefully, "You rescued me?" ”

If it weren't for him, no one would know that she would starve to death underneath.

The wind laughed because of anger, but he couldn't do it.

He took the decoction, sat aside, scooped a spoonful of the liquid that had been warmed, blew it, and handed it over: "Drink the medicine first." ”

Pity Zheng tasted it, and his brows were furrowed so bitterly that he almost didn't spit it out.

Feng Yin sighed in his heart, took the pre-prepared candied fruit from his bosom and put it aside, and coaxed like a child, "I'll give it to you when you drink it." ”

Pity Zheng made a bitter face and swallowed the medicine in his mouth hard.

She tried to reach for the preserves, but before she could reach out, her ribs stabbed her.

She was in pain, and she wailed with the bitter taste in her mouth.

"Why don't you knock me out and pour the medicine into my mouth?"