The first year of Daqing, spring and March.

The night is as cool as water.

The cold wind was blowing, and the petite body huddled behind the bronze statue was shivering with cold.

Zhao Su woke up from the cold, but when she opened her eyes, she saw that it was dark everywhere, and she felt that she should have gone to hell to be in such a dark and terrifying and cold place.

It's just that for a long time, I didn't see the bull's head and horse face or the black and white impermanence, but I heard a painful cough from the side, accompanied by a slight gasp.

"Su'er......" someone called softly, and then there was a rustling sound, and they leaned towards her.

"Su'er, how are you?" When the man approached her, there was a light fragrance of chrysanthemums on his body, which smelled good, and Zhao Su was slightly stunned.

This is a living person, right? Holding her hand, there was obviously a temperature, and Zhao Su's heart moved, could it be ......

"I ......" before a sound came out, Zhao Shu was stunned, this immature and even hoarse voice was not her own, so what was going on? Could it be that she really came back to life? Resurrection of the dead? Zhao Su was stunned, incredulous.

Unexpectedly, God had mercy on her and brought her back from the dead.

Zhao Su's heart was excited, and her whole body trembled with excitement, and the man hurriedly hugged her and whispered comfortingly: "Su'er, don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

I'm not afraid, I'm excited, I'm alive again. Zhao Shu thought excitedly.

The young man let go of Zhao Su, got up, picked up some dry firewood, and lit a fire.

Suddenly the hall lit up, and Zhao Shu found that this was a dilapidated temple, full of dust, cobwebs, and ruins everywhere, and even these bronze statues were missing arms and legs, as if they had been abandoned for many years.

"Su'er, come over and warm up." The young man came over and helped her to the fire, and Zhao Su saw his appearance clearly.

The man was seven feet tall, slightly thin, with black hair tied up with a jade-encrusted headband, picturesque eyebrows, and a beautiful appearance, the only deficiency was that his face was white and bloodless, like a sickly white bed all year round.

"Let me see your injuries." He looked at Zhao Shu and said, his eyebrows were full of fatigue.

Injure? Am I hurt? Zhao Su stretched out her hand and touched her body, and the sudden stinging pain made her forehead break out in cold sweat, she rolled up her shirt and saw that there was an inch of knife wound in her waist and abdomen? What's going on? How can it hurt? I'm not going to be resurrected and die, am I?

As she thought depressedly, the young man tore open her shirt and wrapped the fabric around her waist with his hand, bandaging her wounds.

"You're so stupid, who told you to help me block the knife? Sooner or later, my body will die, so why do you do this? He pursed his lips and looked at her with a little disgust in his eyes.

Zhao Su didn't know the cause and effect, and he didn't know what the relationship between the two was, so he didn't dare to speak, so he had to lower his head and listen to him.

"It's good that you're fine." He muttered.

"I'm dizzy and a little out of my mind? So, what the hell is going on? Zhao Shu asked cautiously.

The young man immediately grabbed her head and examined it carefully, "Where does it hurt?" Tell me. ”

"The back of the head ......" Zhao Su secretly blushed when he approached for a moment, but fortunately he hid under his sleeve robe, hiding three points of magnificence, otherwise he would be embarrassed to look at.

The young man gently rubbed the back of her head, sighed, and Qingjun's appearance was haggard, "It's all because I don't think I'm too self-conscious, and being nosy will cause trouble and affect you." He chuckled, as if laughing at himself, "Knowing that he is just a waste, and still trying to do the right thing for heaven, do you think it's ridiculous?" ”