At this moment, Si Chen, who had been walking well before, suddenly twisted Yan Ying's hand, his legs were weak, and he almost fell. Fortunately, Yan Ying's eyes were quick, and she used her other hand to hold her waist, so she didn't fall to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ying was startled and instead used her hands to hold her waist to help her stand up straight, and let her lean on herself for support.

"Feet, numb." Si Chen propped her hands on the crook of his arm, she was a little weak when she held up, she couldn't stand steadily, she went down from her knees, all the way down, she felt that the half of her legs and feet were not like her own.

Although such a serious incident had happened at such a critical juncture, her expression was still as calm as water, and her voice was straight, not half a wave, as if she was not talking about herself.

"How so?" Yan Ying frowned, he bent down and picked her up, hugged her to the big stone on the side, and asked her to sit down, he squatted down in front of her, lifted one of her legs, flattened it, and pinched her calf hard twice, "What does it feel?" He asked.

Si Chen looked at him from top to bottom, her eyes were flat, and she shook her head slightly.

Yan Ying pursed her lips and pinched it twice more with weight: "What does it feel?" ”

Si Chen shook his head: "I told you that my legs are numb." ”

"What's going on?" Yan Ying furrowed her eyebrows, put down her leg, and lifted the other leg, concocted it in the same way, and pinched it twice heavier, Si Chen still didn't feel it, Yan Ying felt more and more uneasy, "Could it be that it has deteriorated?" He turned his head and whispered to himself, and when he came back to his senses, he began to worry that he would let her hear, and he looked up at her, and asked, "Have you ever been before?" ”

"Nope. For the first time. Si Chen replied lightly.

Yan Ying didn't know what was going on, so she didn't dare to speak, for fear that saying the wrong thing would make her feel a burden in her heart. He stood up.

Si Chen looked at him and asked softly, "Am I getting worse?" ”

This was the last thing Yan Ying wanted to hear at this time, he smiled at her and denied:

"Don't talk nonsense, it's so easy to deteriorate, it's not a day or two that your blood flow is not smooth, and it is easy to be paralyzed if the blood flow is blocked, wait for us to move forward, find a quiet place, and you can use your Xuan Li to open up the blocked blood."

As he spoke, he picked her up horizontally, and this time he did not walk slowly, but did a light effort, flying through the mountains and forests.

Si Chen was afraid of the cold, and the cold wind was whistling and blowing in his ears, like a knife cutting. She buried her face in the thick mink coat, then turned her head to the front of his coat to avoid the wind.

Yan Ying glanced down at her.

The well-behaved little wild cat meekly curled up in his arms, put away its claws, and hid its fierceness, leaving only cuteness.

Yan Ying's heart moved.

At this moment, he suddenly heard her call: "Yan Ying......" Because of the whirring wind and the suppression of the mink fur, her voice sounded muffled, with a little nasal, as simple as a child.

"Huh?" He replied softly.

"I feel like I'm dying." She buried her head in the plush mink fur and whispered to the hem of his coat.

The voice was very soft, but it felt like a lightning bolt suddenly slashing down from the sky and slashing into his heart.

Yan Ying had very little suspicion of her words, he had long been prepared for them, he knew her body, they grew up together, they were made together, and even he was more familiar with the methods and techniques than her. He shouldn't have been surprised.

But when her words fell, he still had a moment of fierce compassion vibrating.

Si Chen is a failure, a failure with serious consequences.

Even if it is not a failure, as a successful product, he does not dare to guarantee his lifespan, because it does not grow up healthily, and even if the rice seedlings are pulled up, they will not be strong. Ordinary people have never thought about the "end of life" that ordinary people want, they are ready to die at any time when they are young, and they are always ready to die young when they become adults.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He reprimanded Si Chen in a low voice.

Si Chen was silent, and at this time he could only hear the rustle of the wind blowing through the trees.

After a while, he seemed to hear Si Chen laughing in his arms, and it was as if she didn't.

"I'll just say it." She said lightly.

"Is this something that can be said casually?"

"Yan Ying......" she said in his arms, her straight voice, light and low, no sadness or joy, "You are so hateful." She said, "I don't care at all that I fail to die like those children and be thrown into the pit of the dead, I always thought that was the final end of people, but you came suddenly, and you told me that I shouldn't accept my fate, and when I didn't want to accept my fate, you ran away, and you ran alone, you had to run away alone after I had a yearning and expectation for the outside of the Holy Son Mountain." You were the one who drew me out of the Son Mountain, and I could have died peacefully in the pit as a useless weapon. ”

Yan Ying lowered his head and looked at her, he couldn't say a word.

When she finished saying his words, he subconsciously wanted to ask her back, is this the best ending for her to die like a worm in the Holy Son Mountain and then be thrown into a deep pit to rot? It's ridiculous too.

But he couldn't ask.

Until now, he still didn't think that it was better than a dead insect in Si Chen's heart when the two first met and had a negative ending, but that was just his thoughts, Si Chen had been in the Holy Son Mountain since he was a baby, and it took him a lot of time to make her understand that she was living as a person, not a tool that could be manipulated by others, before that, whether it was Si Chen or Chenguang, they had always thought that they were a weapon that could talk, breathe, and move.

Yan Ying's heart swelled with a sourness.

She said he shouldn't have given her expectations, she blamed him for not having her, and he understood the uselessness.

Maybe she's right.

If you have no desire, you will not be fearless, and you will live only by the instincts of the beast, and you will not have so many troubles, and you will not become weak.

The two didn't talk to each other since.

Passing through the dense forest to the upper layer of the mountain, looking down at the wide place, below, the people of the Famous Sword Villa and the people of the Mahayana Building are still fighting, shouting constantly, in full swing, difficult to solve.

The two of them looked at each other, left without caring about themselves, and continued to fly in the direction of the snow peak.

Coming to a quiet and uninhabited place, Yan Ying found a wide cave, and a little snow had begun to accumulate around the cave.

Yan Ying carried her into the cave and placed her on a large rock inside.

Si Chen sat cross-legged on the stone, closed his eyes, and began to use his Xuan power, wanting to open up the blocked and paralyzed blood.

Yan Ying stood aside and looked at her.

Xuanli had been running in his body for a few weeks, the faint light dissipated, and Si Chen slowly opened his eyes.

"How?" Yan Ying asked.

"There's no blockage." Si Chen said lightly.

"Your feet are numb?"

Si Chen nodded.

Yan Ying's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she snorted unconsciously.