"Hiss......" Liu Haoxuan frowned painfully, staring at Liu Yu's face, "Big brother, my wound ......"

Liu Yu's face was calm, he observed the wound and snow, and said lightly: "Don't be afraid, I'll go get hot water." At that moment, he had no choice but to extinguish the fire, let Liu Haoxuan lie on the ground, and returned to the bonfire in a hurry.

There is still a lot of hot water in the clay pot, which is melted by snow.

He hurriedly took away the entire clay pot and hurriedly looked for Liu Haoxuan again.

The night was dark, the snow was vast, and in the deep mountains and mountains, in the small mountain cols, it didn't take a while to experience such a life and death. After walking a few steps, many things came to his mind, which made him a little irritable. He shook his head and quickly approached Liu Haoxuan.

"How?" He crouched down and asked.

Liu Haoxuan couldn't move, and the whole person was already cool.

He saw that Liu Haoxuan's lips were black, and his whole face was also very pale. I'm afraid it won't be too long. Thinking so, he turned his head around again, found a handful of white snowflakes, and threw them into the clay pot. The hot water gradually became hot.

He held the clay pot and slowly poured hot water into the snow around Liu Haoxuan's back.

The snow melted away as fast as the eye could see, and slowly turned into a puddle of water. Slowly, Liu Haoxuan's wounds gradually separated, gradually revealing bloody and pitted holes. It was Liu Haoxuan's own body, and the hot water on his back gradually warmed up.

Gradually, the temperature recovered a little, and gradually it was ruddy and the cheeks were rosy.

Liu Yu was patient, pouring hot water little by little, until all the hot water in the clay pot was used up, and Liu Haoxuan finally got up from the ground.

Touching the sweat on his face, Liu Haoxuan scolded angrily, "Damn, you almost froze me to death......"

Liu Yu smiled, "See if you are still willing to be lazy, you are reluctant to move after killing the tiger, who can blame you?" He stood up, "Let's go, go back to the tent and lie down."

Liu Haoxuan's wound still needs to be treated, of course, it can't be delayed. The two men walked to the marching tent with one foot deep and one shallow, and they were silent and did not speak. Honestly, they're tired. Liu Haoxuan was injured and couldn't move much, so Liu Yu held the firewood he had repacked and went all the way to the bonfire.

The bonfire was still blazing, and it finally relieved their hearts after the war. There was no hot water again, and Liu Yu was busy bandaging Liu Haoxuan's wound. finally dealt with it properly, and the sky gradually had the meaning of numbness. After tossing all night, both of them were so tired that they couldn't get up and run again.

Even if Liu Yu can gallop on horseback, this Liu Haoxuan can't do it. Simply, there will be no people in the deep mountains and mountains, so the two of them only lit the bonfire and got into the tent to sleep quickly.

Because he was so tired, no one said a word, but fell into a deep sleep.

The cold wind howled through the cols, through the campfires, and across the tents, like an enemy was roaring, destroying as it went. The voice was very loud, but it couldn't wake up Liu Yu and Liu Haoxuan anymore.

Liu Yu was woken up by the sound of horses' hooves.

In his sleep, he still had good hearing, and he rolled over and got up, staring coldly at the tent door, not saying a word.

Outside the tent, the bonfire continued to burn, and in the tent, Liu Haoxuan was lying on the felt blanket and sleeping soundly because of his serious injuries. The cold wind was still howling, and it seemed to be getting more and more violent. His eyes moved slightly, staring coldly at the tents, and he opened the curtain.

The howling wind, mixed with snowflakes, made his hairs stand on end.

Cold.

The sky of the Southern Dynasty is not cold.

However, this year is very different from the past. It seems that the world is about to change hands, and it is going to change, so even the weather is getting weird. He vaguely felt that he was the true dragon son, and he had no fear of this brutal cold. He was only afraid of the sound of horses' hooves in the wind.

Yes, there was silence in the col, and there was no particular sound at all. His two war horses, because they have been in the battlefield for a long time, are leisurely munching on the leaves of the trees in the mountains at this moment. They didn't run away in fright because of last night's eye-catching tigers, nor did they hide because of the cold of the snowstorm.

Just like him, leisurely, leisurely, slowly eating leaves, occasionally munching on snowflakes.

But what he heard was clearly the sound of horses' hooves.

He frowned and got up and walked out of the tent. Outside the tent, the snow was covered, and the sky and the earth were covered in silver. The site of last night's fight has long been buried by the wind and snow, and even the dead tiger has been buried shallowly.

He stood by the campfire, staring at the tiger that was suddenly wrapped in snow, and clenched his fists.

Raising his head, it was still early, and it was only two hours before he went to bed. Therefore, the sky was still a little gloomy and dark, and it was not bright at all.

Barely sleeping for two hours is actually not enough. He glanced at the torn clothes on his arms and the glaring wounds, and he didn't care to tear off a sleeve and bandage it indiscriminately.

"Dada...... Da Da ......" The faint sound of horses' hooves is still there, as if it came from far away from the bottom of the mountain. He never doubted his instincts, let alone his hearing. There are people coming down from the mountain, and there is a great possibility that the people who come are friends or foes.

I'm afraid, it's not so easy to deal with.

The news from the Taishou Mansion, he did not inform anyone, except for the foolish emperor. Of course, also except for his Jingwei subordinates. For example, Zhao Lin, such as Liu Rong, and Liu Haoxuan. But these people, he was convinced, would never betray him.

He stood straight in the wind and snow, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind. I hope he thinks more. Otherwise, there is still a fierce battle. And he was really tired.

When he opened his eyes again, the tiger's eyes were shining, as if he suddenly had infinite combat power.

He turned his head to look at the clay pot on the campfire, squatted down and poured himself a glass of water, grabbed a handful of snow and threw it in, and drank it with his head up. The mouth was warm, just enough to relieve his fatigue. He poured another glass and drank another glass of water as before. After drinking three glasses of water in succession, feeling that his whole body was in good spirits, he strode up and walked towards the tiger.

The corpse, and his sword. At the moment, it is in the eyes of the tiger. He had to take it off, or he wouldn't have the weapon he had at his disposal.

When he took the saber, he didn't make much effort, and he didn't even intend to make any effort.

Carefully took the saber away, and by the way, cut off a piece of tiger meat. He walked back to the campfire, took his sword and skewered the tiger's meat, and roasted it on the fire. When marching and fighting, no one will bring more other spices. But salt is always there.

It's easy to lose energy without salt, and he doesn't want to be tired.

I smeared some salt on the tiger meat, and after roasting it for a long time, it gradually developed its aroma. The aroma is rich and tangy, and it is comparable to any delicacy in the world. He took the tiger meat to his nose and sniffed it, smiling with satisfaction.

Open your mouth and take a bite.

His lips and teeth are fragrant, and when he eats a mouthful of meat, his whole spirit is even better. He sat up straight, facing the direction of the entrance to the col, and slowly enjoyed his meal. Before the barbecue was finished, there were already hurried figures in the col.

There was also the sound of horses' hooves.