[Chapter 1, Volume 1]

Chapter 528 Chapter 538 - Getting Out of Trouble [2]

To be honest, Duan Qingming didn't want to leave Yan Lingyu, who had no ability to protect himself. However, in the current situation, she had to leave for a while.

Because, now Yan Lingyu's condition is very bad - coma, high fever, lack of water. These three things are menacing, no matter which of them are, they will kill Yan Lingyu at any time.

Therefore, Duan Qingming wanted to find water to help Yan Lingyu quench his thirst and cool down, and then he had another way to think of it.

Duan Qingming broke free of Yan Lingyu's hand and wanted to stand up and leave.

However, the person in the coma seemed to know what Duan Qingming was going to do. With a reversal of his wrist, he pulled Duan Qingming into his arms and muttered, "Don't go...... Cold. ”

Cold.

In the cave, the climate is dry, but because it is early spring, and Yan Lingyu himself is sick, he will feel cold, very cold.

Duan Qingming sighed slightly, she grabbed Yan Lingyu's wrist with her backhand, and said, "Yan Lingyu, you wait for me, I'm going to find water for you to drink." ”

Duan Qingming's words seemed to arouse a certain need in Yan Lingyu's heart, he moved his dry lips and muttered, "Water...... Water ......"

He wanted to drink water.

Duan Qingming was ruthless, she broke Yan Lingyu's wrist, got up and left.

However, she didn't know what she had stepped on, and she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Duan Qingming subconsciously held on to the big stone on one side, so that he didn't fall.

At this moment, suddenly, between his fingers, something cold slipped through, causing Duan Qingming's pores to stand up.

Duan Qingming opened his eyes and couldn't help but be surprised. It turned out that her hanging hand happened to press on the body of a snake that had just woken up from hibernation.

The color of the snake was about the same as the color of the stone, if it weren't for the cold touch between Duan Qingming's fingers, she really didn't know that what she was holding in her hand was not a stone, but a terrible snake.

Now, the animals that have just entered spring and hibernate are gradually waking up, and the temperature in the cave is relatively low. And the snake, looking like that, seemed to be lazy, and did not want to look up at all. Only then did Duan Qingming, who pressed on him all of a sudden, escape.

The sudden pressure made the long snake move. His body was almost weirdly curved, walking under Duan Qingming's hands, like a deformed rattan.

Duan Qingming held her breath and carefully withdrew her palm, and the snake, opening its gray-brown eyes, glanced at Duan Qingming lightly.

Duan Qingming's body was already wet with sweat. She felt that her subordinates were not a snake, but a dividing line of life, and as long as they were not careful, they would cross the line and give up one of their lives in vain.

Duan Qingming looked at the snake without blinking, and then gently withdrew his hand inch by inch.

Fortunately, the snake didn't seem to have fully woken up from hibernation, so when Duan Qingming withdrew his hand, it ignored it at all.

Duan Qingming retreated cautiously, and then, all the way back to Yan Lingyu's side. Only then did he exhale softly.

Luckily, she's fine.

Duan Qingming looked at Yan Lingyu, who was still unconscious, and couldn't help wiping a handful of sweat.

It seems that this seemingly calm cave doesn't know what kind of crisis is hidden, I believe that if Duan Qingming leaves, then the snake swims close to Yan Lingyu, then, the defenseless Yan Lingyu, wouldn't it be like this, and give up his life in vain?

Thinking about it like this, Duan Qingming didn't dare to leave. She carefully moved Yan Lingyu's body farther away, for fear that the snake that was about to hibernate would suddenly jump up and bite herself, or Yan Lingyu would take a bite.

Fortunately, the snake did not stay there for long, it stayed for a while, and then slowly swam away.

Duan Qingming looked at the snake, crawling slowly in the cave covered with rubble, until it was completely gone, and then she was relieved.

Yan Lingyu was still lying there unconscious. He was completely unaware of what was in front of him.

Facing Yan Lingyu, who had no defenses at all, Duan Qingming only felt a headache. On weekdays, how did such a clever person become like this now?

Duan Qingming sighed slightly, she carefully tore off the soft strip of cloth of her underwear and helped Yan Lingyu gently wipe her forehead.

However, there is still no water.

Yan Lingyu, who had a high fever, had gradually fallen into a coma, and all of a sudden, he held Duan Qingming's hand and didn't let her go, and then all of a sudden, he held her hand and said that he wanted water.

But where does the water come from?

Duan Qingming looked around, only to see that the stones were full of eyes, and the cracks that were so dry that they could be seen, so it could be seen that there was no trace of water here.

In the sky, there was no rain, and the sun, from the entrance of the cave, shone obliquely, shining on the ground not far from Yan Lingyu, forgiving a wide handkerchief, with a soft and bright tone.

However, Duan Qingming looked at it several times, but still didn't see water.

Her eyes subconsciously wandered around, and finally, she suddenly saw several wild vines sticking out of the edge of the cliff, which were exuding a tender green luster in the spring sun.

Those little vines, obviously, have not grown for many days, tender, yellow, pointed heads and melon seeds are stretched out lightly, like simple naughty children, secretly snooping on something.

Duan Qingming's eyes lit up, she walked forward quickly, first pulled out a tree wrapped in the clothes, and then, carefully distinguished-it was the bitter vine, a common fern on the mountain cliffs, although it was not the best plant to eat, but, at the very least, it had a very small amount of water in its body, and it was not poisonous.

Duan Qingming carefully folded back all the tender vines that could be folded, and then, she half-knelt beside Yan Lingyu, carefully wiped the dust off the tiny vines, and then carefully squeezed out the water in them little by little, and then dripped them into Yan Lingyu's mouth bit by bit.

The bitter taste made the unconscious man frown slightly. It seemed that he was not used to such a bitter taste, however, Duan Qingming was overjoyed in his heart, and still turned his head over with resistance, and carefully squeezed the remaining vine method into Yan Lingyu's mouth.

The extreme lack of water made Yan Lingyu begin to swallow in large gulps. However, where is there a lot of water on the cliff wall where such a young rattan is extremely short of water for many years? Duan Qingming was busy for a long time, and it seemed that it was just a drop in the bucket.

Duan Qingming put the dried rattan in his mouth, bit it slowly, and swallowed it into his hungry stomach. When the bitter taste spread in her mouth, she suddenly felt that the life in front of her was like this bitter vine, so bitter that there was no hope at all.

Yan Lingyu was still unconscious, still shouting for water.

Duan Qingming touched the temperature under Yan Lingyu's skin and felt that it was amazingly hot.

Duan Qingming was anxious, if there was no more water, if there was no more water, he was afraid that Yan Lingyu would be burned alive, right?

But where does the water come from?

The rattan on the edge of the cliff, which can be obtained, has been folded back by Duan Qingming. The rest, no matter how hard she tried, couldn't reach it anymore.

However, these are still not enough, Yan Lingyu, there is still a shortage of water.

Duan Qingming frowned tightly, but couldn't think of any way to come out.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from Duan Qingming's fingertips. She withdrew her hand and looked, it turned out that the old thorns on the rattan were thrown aside, and Duan Qingming accidentally pressed it, cutting her fingers.

The crystal beads of blood quickly condensed into a ball at Duan Qingming's fingertips. The color of such a red color made Duan Qingming's stomach feel uncomfortable for a while, and she hurriedly shook her hand, trying to cover the wound.

The drops of blood that were thrown off happened to fall on Yan Lingyu's lips.

Duan Qingming saw that the person who was extremely thirsty began to swallow almost greedily.

Duan Qingming's hand, which originally wanted to stop the bleeding, suddenly paused.

She thought about it for a while, put her blood-gushing finger to Yan Lingyu's mouth, and the other party felt this short warmth and began to suck hard.

The stinging pain in his fingers was diluted, but with such a small wound, the bleeding was only instantaneous, so although it was put in Duan Qingming's hand, it couldn't suck up any blood at all.