Presumably there will be people attacking this group of people in black in the future, Huo Nanqi, in order to avoid implicating the innocent again, took Mu Zixiao and Ruofei to find a remote and uninhabited dilapidated house to rest. Huo Nanqi gently put Mu Zixiao in his arms on the wooden bed, tore the clothes on his abdomen, lowered his head, and covered his lips on Mu Zixiao's wound, sucking poisonous blood.

"Childe! You can't be so disrespectful of your life for the sake of Mu Gongzi! If it weren't for the fact that he didn't expect it at all, Huo Nanqi would actually use his mouth to take drugs for Mu Zixiao, and after they escaped, Mu Zixiao's face was already a little blue, which was a sign of poisoning.

And the woman is dead, and the blade of the knife does not know what poison it is stained with, if it is an ordinary poison, it is fine, if it is a strange poison, it is not a way to kill herself.

Huo Nanqi completely disregarded his own safety, and he didn't think for a moment, he spit out a few mouthfuls of dirty blood, and three slender and bony fingers probed into Muzi's smile, breathed a sigh of relief, his face eased slightly, and he relaxed: "It's okay, it's not too late." Huo Nanqi tore off the hem of his clothes, bandaged Mu Zixiao's wounds, and gently held his wrists, not daring to use force.

"Childe, why are you doing this? If not, you can. If it weren't for the quick grip on Huo Nanqi's wrist, no signs of poisoning were found, and some people were still apprehensive and said in a dumb voice: "Childe, you must not be like this again." ”

Huo Nanqi shook his head and didn't answer, if it weren't for the fact that he knew that he shouldn't say much, but seeing Huo Nanqi's actions, he still couldn't help but whisper: "Childe... I still want to ask why Qing Yanfeng betrayed in the first place? ”

Huo Nanqi closed his eyes and nodded.

Unless they moved their mouths, they took out their swords, gathered some firewood, and lit up the dim room, which was somewhat indistinct.

The sky outside the house was dim, silent, the two of them gradually relaxed, the man in black who had just raided, not did not think about staying alive, but was afraid that it was some dead soldiers, what are dead soldiers, that is, some people who worked hard for their masters, they were not afraid of death, they were ten when they were done, they were alive to return to their lives, they were defeated, and they committed suicide by biting poison.

If he hadn't looked around, he didn't find any suspicious people, so he found some antidote herbs and smashed them to reapply the wound on Mu Zixiao's abdomen, fed him a few pills that he had brought when he left the house before, and quietly walked out of the house.

Mu Zixiao's brows furrowed, his eyes were closed, and he had already begun to heat up. His body is still young, and he has never practiced martial arts, although the knife in the abdomen, although it did not hurt the vital point, it is also a bloody hole, plus some infections, Mu Zixiao is already in a half-burned and half-comatose state at the moment.

In the dream, Mu Zixiao seemed to see a woman in a gorgeous costume, with a slender figure, black hair fluttering in the wind, her back was flickering near and far, he wanted to reach out and grab it, he wanted to step forward to see the woman's face, but he couldn't catch it.

Just followed the woman aimlessly all the way, Mu Zixiao saw many palaces around him, dazzling, looking like a palace, and then in a blink of an eye, a white silk hanging on the beam, the woman's head stretched in, her feet were empty, fluttered twice, and there was no sound.

Mu Zixiao stretched out his hand in a panic, trying to save the woman who committed suicide by hanging the beam, but just when he reached out and was about to touch it, the woman disappeared. There was only a white silk in his hand swaying slowly in the wind, Mu Zixiao raised his head again, everything changed, he heard a woman laughing fiercely, and wanted to find out what was going on with the laughter, but his feet were empty, and the whole person suddenly fell into endless darkness.

Mu Zixiao was very frightened, holding the white silk tightly in his hand, his limbs kept waving between the falls, trying to seize every chance to survive as much as possible, but he couldn't grasp anything except the white silk.

The body is still falling, the fear in my heart arises spontaneously, and my back feels cold and piercing, as if I have fallen into an ice cave, and my body is cold without the slightest temperature. Just when Mu Zixiao desperately thought that he was about to die, a face suddenly popped out of his mind, that face was angular, extremely handsome, standing in the sun seemed to be smiling at him, a white dress was slender and straight, and the sleeves were still embroidered with that piece of green bamboo.

"Huo Nanqi." Mu Zixiao screamed out from his throat with a painful expression, and Huo Nanqi, who was sitting on the side guarding him, heard this whisper, hurriedly lowered his head to look at him, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" He thought that Mu Zixiao was about to wake up from a coma, either hungry or thirsty, but he saw that he was sweating profusely, his shoulders trembling slightly, and his mouth was still calling his name indistinctly, which was a nightmare.

Huo Nanqi let go of his wrist, gently held the hand that was hot because of the high heat, squatted down, stroked his forehead with one hand, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." It was as if it was this soft voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Mu Zixiao's frowning brows seemed to relax a little, as if grasping duckweed, and tightly grasped Huo Nanqi's hands that were holding him.

Huo Nanqi wanted to ask Ruofei to fetch some water, but remembered that if he hadn't fed Mu Zixiao pills just now, he would have gone to the pharmacy to prescribe medicine, so he gently picked up Mu Zixiao and hugged him into his arms, caressing his back, alleviating the fear in his nightmare, Muzixiao seemed to feel this warm embrace, and the heaviness and pain between his eyebrows gradually dissipated.

The two people snuggled together are like a quiet scroll painting, there is no dispute in the outside world, there is no superfluous emotion, the tenderness on Huo Nanqi's face shows his affection for Muzixiao hidden in his heart, maybe even Huo Nanqi himself doesn't know.

When they met for the first time, the gentle kiss between them had already left an imprint on his heart.

Mu Zixiao was in a coma for a long time, and when he was in a slightly better state, Huo Nanqi boiled some boiling water, and after blowing cold, he helped him drink some slowly, if he hadn't prescribed medicine, he would have taken it back and boiled it, and the two of them ate some dry food around the fire and recovered some physical strength.

"Childe, just rest for a while." If it weren't for whispering.

"It's okay, you can sleep first, I'm not tired yet." Huo Nanqi said in a deep voice, he was not tired, but he was full of thoughts about when Mu Zixiao would wake up, Huo Nanqi looked tired all night, if he hadn't leaned against the wall, he had slept all night unconsciously, his right hand was still in a dream, and his body was covered with a cloth blanket that Huo Nanqi found.

Mu Zixiao's fever also subsided, opened his eyes slightly, raised his arm and rubbed his eyebrows, "You're awake." Huo Nanqi didn't sleep all night, and his voice was hoarse than usual: "Is there better?" ”

Mu Zixiao stood up and sat up, and the tingling sensation in his abdomen made him can't help but hiss.

Seeing this, Huo Nanqi got up and helped him lean on him, Mu Zixiao felt the strong and warm chest behind him, his heart trembled slightly, and when he opened his mouth, his voice trembled a little: "No, I'm fine." His right hand gently touched his wound, remembering the dream he had when he was in a coma, and his heart hurt, that white ayamo was not the one in his hand? Then the dream may have happened.

In the past five years, I must have existed in another capacity.

Maybe it was because the high fever had just subsided, Mu Zixiao was still a little dizzy, raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyebrows, and when he put it down, he inadvertently touched the back of Huo Nanqi's hand, which was cold.

Remembering that he was still leaning on Huo Nanqi's arms, Mu Zixiao suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and instantly sobered up: "How did we escape?" ”

"I've had a fight." Huo Nanqi's deep voice came from above his head, and the tremor in his chest made Muzi blush, and he lowered his head and said, "How does this feel a little strange." Huo Nanqi helped him to sit down, took the boiled porridge and put it in his hand: "Drink some, it will be better." ”

"Hmm. Thank you. Mu Zixiao lowered his head, not daring to meet Huo Nanqi's gaze, he felt that he was like a charming little lady at this time, his face must not be seen, and after drinking two mouthfuls of porridge, he remembered that Huo Nanqi had just said that he had a fight, and said busily: "Is there an injury?!" ”

Huo Nanqi shook his head, seeing that there were no obvious wounds on his body, he secretly said in his heart: "It's okay." After drinking the porridge, he remembered something, raised his eyes and asked, "Do I look similar to Yanfeng?" ”