Zhao Ke lay on the stone slab.

Where are you now?

Zhao Ke barely opened his eyes and looked at the dim sky, and couldn't help frowning.

I'm not sure, but at least from the ruined ruins around it, it looks a bit like an abandoned place.

The raindrops the size of beans fell on his wounds, although Zhao Ke knew very well that he was now in a state of severe burns, and he was drenched in the rain like this.

It can not help but cause secondary infection of the wound, and may also induce various fever symptoms.

But now, Zhao Ke can't care so much.

Let the raindrops pour on his body, and the slightest cool air along the rain made Zhao Ke feel cool for a while.

It seems that this is the only way to make the burning sensation in his body quickly extinguished.

"What is that red cloud?"

As the flesh and blood gradually began to cool down, Zhao Ke's thinking also began to become active.

It must not be Ji Wusui.

She couldn't find herself, let alone save herself.

But it's not Ji Wusui......

Zhao Ke really couldn't figure out who it would be for a while.

Subconsciously stretched out his hand and wanted to take out a bottle of ginseng essence from the postal album.

But after the palm of his hand stretched out in the air, Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he was not qualified to summon the postal album now.

"Hehe, I knew that I would have put the ginseng essence on my body."

But at this time, Zhao Ke suddenly thought of something, and reached out and groped behind his waist.

I saw a short knife, which was groped out by Zhao Ke from behind his waist.

It's Yukihime.

Speaking of which, I was able to survive in the heat for so long thanks to this snow hime.

The reason why I was able to put it in the stamp book was precisely because I stabbed it in.

He was disqualified from using the stamp book, and he had to pin the knife to his waist.

Fortunately, Yukihimeko is just a saber, only a little longer than a dagger.

Otherwise, if you change to that Tang horizontal knife, you can only carry it in your hand.

Staring at this snow jizi, Zhao Ke couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

This famous blade, which seems to have very powerful power, has not yet been fully exerted, when it is shrouded in a scorching bright light.

Xue Jizi actually bloomed with a cold breath to compete with it.

Although the confrontation was very weak, it bought himself a lot of precious time.

At least I didn't let myself be roasted in an instant.

Zhao Ke was just about to put away the knife in his hand, when a black shadow flickered in front of Zhao Ke, and snatched the knife in Zhao Ke's hand.

Zhao Ke was stunned, but he didn't resist.

Instead, let the other party take away the snow himeko in his hand.

He knows very well that in his current state, wanting to grab the knife is tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation.

"Good knives!"

The visitor's gaze swept over the blade of the sword, and his eyes showed a look of satisfaction.

Listen to the voice, it seems to be a woman's voice.

Zhao Ke's half-squinted eyes looked to the side.

I saw a pair of barefoot feet in the heavy rain, with round ankles and beautiful lines, and ten toes with red red and bright nail polish.

The long white skirt was drenched in the rain, and you could see the slender thighs under the skirt to show off.

Because he is facing away from himself, he can see a pink line on his round buttocks.

The long skirt is exposed, and the round and greasy pearl shoulders set off her hanger figure exquisitely bumpy.

Dana's colorful figure.

It's simply the best in the world.

However, Zhao Ke was just curious, and his eyes remained clear all the time.

It's not that he has good concentration, after all, he is about to burn, and now even if Ji Wusui is in front of him, he has to hang up the anti-grain brand.

"Such a good knife is really rare, do you sell it?"

Seeing that the woman said this, she would turn around, and Zhao Ke realized at this time that the woman was not wearing a bra.

In the white skirt, clinging to the pair of hillsides, the picture involuntarily reminded Zhao Ke of the dough that had just been fermented.

However, when Zhao Ke looked at the woman.

"Hiss!"

Zhao Ke's eyes glared, even though he had been severely burned, Zhao Ke still gritted his teeth and insisted on twisting his head to the other side.

"The knife is for you! Please go! ”

"Knives? Send me? You're so good to me! ”

The crisp sound like a yellow finch only made Zhao Ke's scalp tingle at this time, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

"But I can't ask you for a knife in vain, you can go with me, I see that you just came, a wound on your body, where do I have some medicine, it can be regarded as worth your knife money."

When the woman said this, she reached out to pull Zhao Ke.

When Zhao Ke heard this, he almost exploded, and screamed, "Don't ...... ...... hissed, "Before the words were finished, the woman's thin and boneless slender hand had already grabbed Zhao Ke's wrist.

With a strong mention, most of the wounds on Zhao Ke's body suddenly burst open, making Zhao Ke faint in convulsions.

In a coma.

Zhao Ke's keen five senses can be vaguely heard, and people are constantly greeting him here.

In the dilapidated thatched hut, an old man poked his head out of the house and saw the girl carrying Zhao Ke on her back in the heavy rain.

His face changed, and he quickly withdrew his head back into the room.

"Vomit~~~" followed by a vomiting sound.

The old man only half-closed his eyes, poked his head out, and squeezed out a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying: "Yi Nu, it's raining, go back quickly." ”

"Good!"

Listening to the crisp and pleasant voice, the old man's cheeks showed a smile for a while, and this time the smile was much more sincere.

Looking back, I looked at the back that disappeared into the rain.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" ”

"Yinu, you're back! ...... vomit"

"Hello auntie."

"Hungry or not, I have a fever at home...... Burn...... No, I'll throw up again. ”

From time to time on the road, someone greeted the girl.

But again, the sound of vomiting, one after another, but for this, both the girl and the inhabitants of this place seem to have become accustomed to it.

In comparison, Zhao Ke suddenly felt that his patience was still okay.

As for Zhao Ke, who was carried on the back by a woman, no one cared about him, as if he didn't care about Zhao Ke at all.

Think about it, not to mention that you have become like this.

Even if there is really something wrong, I'm afraid it's too late for these people to be happy.

Pushing open the wooden door, there was an indescribable smell in the room, which made Zhao Ke wrinkle his nose.

"You lie down first!"

casually threw Zhao Ke on the wooden bed, and the woman began to burn firewood in a blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Ke quietly opened his eyes and looked around.

Although the house is very dilapidated, at least it is still watertight, and it is much stronger than the outside.

As for the woman......

Zhao Ke didn't want to pay attention to this self-asserted guy for the time being.

He would rather close his eyes than face that face.

"Find a way to recover the wound first, if there is food, with the talent of gluttony, it should recover quickly."

Zhao Ke pondered in his heart how to recover his injuries in the shortest possible time.

Then find the cook and find a way to take him to the old man.

Of course, the plan is beautiful though.

But nothing is easy.

However, since Zhao Ke dared to put all the bets on this, he was naturally a little sure in his heart.

Among them, the biggest reliance is his own six personalities, as well as the source hand and the Wuxiang Sword Sutra.

(Crossing the water: greed is sacrificed, so there are six personalities left)

These abilities are all unique to oneself and have been acquired through hard work.

Even if the natal stamp is destroyed, with these abilities, it may not be that there is no opportunity.

"It's a pity, my earthy artery."

Zhao Ke regretted his natal stamp, this stamp, which he had worked so hard to get, was destroyed by himself before it could shine.

However, compared with the old man, Zhao Ke prefers the latter.

If you don't have it, the worst result is just a little miserable, but if you survive, sooner or later you will have a chance to turn over.

But there is only one old man, he is his closest person except for Rayco, and even in Zhao Ke's heart, the old man is his father's status.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke took a deep breath, "You must wait for me!" Turning his gaze to the side: "Hey, if you don't have anything to eat, anything." ”

In this kind of place, Zhao Ke no longer expects any delicious food.

Now he felt like he was possessed by a butcher's box, and he had no other pursuits, as long as he could eat enough.

He needs a lot of food to activate his gluttonous personality so that he can recover quickly.

"Food?"

The woman poked her head out of the corner and had to say, that face ......

Zhao Ke had to close his eyes, four words to describe it, ugly out of the sky.

"Wait, I'll change my clothes, oh, don't peek!"

At this time, Zhao Ke could finally understand why the old man had to close his eyes when he greeted Yi Nu at the earliest.

The voice is round and jade, and it is as tactful and crisp as a pechoin.

With a slightly playful tone, you can bring up many images in your mind, such as Lori, Royal Sister, and the little girl next door......

With this voice, if you go to a singing competition, you will definitely win the championship.

Oh...... Forget about Huaxia Hao's voice, it is a place to tell stories and fight mentors.

Such a nice voice, how can people find a reason to brush you down, so they can only ask you to leave in the background.

After about a few minutes, Zhao Ke heard the sound of chopping vegetables.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Listening to the sound of chopping vegetables, Zhao Ke's eyebrows raised slightly, "Amateur!" ”

Maybe it's because of being a chef, Zhao Ke will have a little occupational disease in his heart.

It's also a shame that the other party is not a professional chef, otherwise such a knife worker is garbage......

But fortunately, Zhao Ke himself didn't have much hope.

After all, it's good to have a stutter in this place.

Don't expect too much.

With the sound of stir-frying in the wok, and the smell that permeates the room.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but add a few more labels to this woman called Yi Nu.

Idiots, kitchen novices, pig food experts, digging ground stir-frying, etc.

In the huge gap in Zhao Ke's heart, he heard Yiren coming, holding a bowl of black things in his hand.

When he smelled that smell, Zhao Ke already regretted it in his heart.

"Eat, I didn't prepare anything today, you eat first, this one is very hungry." It seemed to see Zhao Ke's frowning.

Yi Nu's voice was a little aggrieved.

Just like Zhao Ke's previous evaluation, such a voice is not an exaggeration to say that it is the voice of nature.

Zhao Ke felt very uncomfortable when he heard it, and after thinking about it, it was also too boring for him to be childish with a woman.

Although this is considered the reward for selling Yukihime to her.

But there's no need to just care, but it seems that you are stingy.

Thinking of it, Zhao Ke didn't want to ask so much, and kept his eyes closed, because Zhao Ke was worried that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would simply vomit them all.

Holding the edge of the bowl, pinching your nose, believing to give a bite to your mouth.

The sticky taste on his lips made Zhao Ke's brows furrow deeper, and he swallowed as hard as after his mouth.

Suddenly! Zhao Ke's wrist shook slightly, his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes stared directly at the sesame paste in his bowl, "It's so fragrant!" ”