Chi Tianzong walked into the room and put Yanyun on the chair, she watched herself slowly break away from his embrace as if she had just woken up from a dream, and her expression was a little embarrassed that was difficult to hide.

Tanlong lay peacefully on the wooden couch, his face was calm, and he seemed to be well rested.

Yan Yun was a little relieved, stood up slowly with difficulty in the chair, took out the Bodhisattva seed from his arms and handed it to Chi Tianzong, and said softly: "I'm tired." ”

Chi Tianzong took the Bodhisattva seed, put it on the table, and then took her pulse.

Her pulse was so weak that it was comparable to that of Tanlong when she was seriously injured at the beginning, and if Yang Xun hadn't shown her Xiao Sigong's body just now, she wouldn't have moved her true qi to cause her shoulder injury to crack and bleed again.

"I'll handle it myself, and I'm bothering you to prepare an antidote for Brother Tanlong." Yanyun endured the pain and walked to the back room with difficulty step by step.

Chi Tianzong looked at her brave look that seemed not to be afraid of pain, turned around and picked up the Bodhisattva seed and walked to the medicine shelf, no longer speaking.

It wasn't until she walked to the soft couch in the back room that Yanyun took a long breath, she had barely entered the house just now and exhausted her strength, and at this time she fell on the soft couch as if she had collapsed. She didn't know why she was suddenly so reckless in front of Chi Tianzong, was it just because he rescued her from the mouth of Feihe Gorge, just because he disguised himself and witnessed her Huo Yanyun's most difficult and embarrassing moment?

The wound hurt so much that she broke out in a cold sweat, and the feeling of being torn again before it could grow was more painful than the first injury.

She had to stop her thoughts, slowly undressing off her blood-stained clothes, and looking down at her shoulder, the blood-soaked wound making her gasp. Reaching out to remove the gauze on the table and wiping off the blood little by little, she frowned tightly, for fear of feeling the pain in her heart again.

Yanyun rebandaged the wound, changed into clean clothes, and then walked out to see that Tanlong had woken up and was drinking medicine.

She held back her excitement and said as usual, "Brother Tanlong is awake." ”

Chi Tianzong, who was decocting the medicine on the side, turned his head to look at Yanyun, and saw that she was neat and neat, if it weren't for her pale face, he couldn't see that she had just been born and died, and she was injured.

"I just woke up, and I feel much better after taking the medicine." Tanlong smiled and looked at Yanyun, only to feel that her face seemed to be much haggard overnight.

Yan Yun said: "In a few days, Brother Tanlong will recover the same as before." ”

Tanlong smiled, clasped his hands into fists, and said to Yanyun and Chi Tianzong: "Thank you for the careful care of the Xingzhu and Chi Engong these days. ”

Chi Tianzong was silent, silently looking at Yanyun with a weak look between her eyebrows, but she said as if nothing had happened: "Brother Tanlong's words are serious. ”

After lunch, because of the medicinal power, Tanlong fell into a coma again.

Yanyun felt that at this moment, he could live to watch Tanlong get better a little bit, and there was nothing better than this. There was gradually a peaceful look in her eyes, although her face was still pale, but she was a little less angry and a little more peaceful.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the leaves shone golden, swaying in the wind like fine pieces of gold.

Chi Tianzong was lying leisurely on the roof, and there were several pigeons on the roof, which seemed to have spirituality, and they were not afraid of him, but wanted to get close to him and snuggle up to him.

Yanyun sat on the boulder, looking up at the wooden man on the roof with his eyes closed, the sunlight spreading on his face, weakening the usual indifferent air and outlining a gentle outline.

She couldn't help but be in a trance, he could be so leisurely in the world and the world, the breeze on his sleeves came and went, as if he was where the light was. What kind of person is this Chi Tianzong?

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and Yanyun turned around in a panic.

At the foot is the blue and yin waterhole, the surface of the pool ripples, the reflection in the water, Yanyun sits on the edge of the cliff, looking at his own faint shadow in the water.

I don't know how long it took, she came back to her senses, and there was no movement on the roof behind her, so she turned her head, but saw that Chi Tianzong had woken up and was looking at her.

When their eyes collided, Yan Yun was stunned, but he still had such a calm expression, he just stretched his waist slightly, slowly swallowed down from the roof, walked to her, and faced the waterhole.

He handed her the Thriller.

Yanyun took it and said thank you.

She silently looked into the distance, staring at the end of the blurred sky.

She wondered what she should do when Tanlong recovered, but the road ahead was like the distant landscape, blurred, and she didn't know where she should go, what to do, or how she should take revenge.

Yan Yun turned his head to look at the people around him, and he was a little envious of him, he could have a wooden house to escape from the world among the green mountains and green waters, and he could leisurely feed the pigeons and make fine wine.

Between heaven and earth, how vast, but she Huo Yanyun doesn't know where to go, no matter how beautiful the landscape is, it is also a sad scenery in her eyes at this time. She remembered that day on Danqing Peak, Changyu's terrifyingly white face, and the blood on his body, the blood of those assassins, they snaked down his body that had lost its temperature, and it was all over the ground. The sound of fighting that shook the world, the dense poison-feeding secret weapon, one by one, were all fatally cruel.

The hatred that was not shared with the sky, the pain that cut the heart and bones, like an iron shackle with barbs, whipped on her heart again and again.

Yan Yun stood up suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, his nails sinking deep into his palms.

"If you don't want to shed any more blood, don't be angry." Chi Tianzong's faint voice came from beside him.

Her cheeks were pale with rage, her brows were cold, and her eyes were stormy. Instead of looking at him, she took a deep breath and turned back into the house.

Tanlong was still asleep, Yanyun walked up to him to check his pulse, looked at the wound on his foot again, and saw that everything was fine, and finally relieved himself.

She sat quietly in her chair and looked around the cabin, where she could no longer stay.

The wooden house is not far from Danqing Peak, if she is discovered by Deng Yuan and Yang Xun's people, she will inevitably implicate this wooden man Chi Tianzong who saved her twice, so she should leave here as soon as possible and find another place to stay.

But when she thought that time was short, her heart was a little sour.

Yanyun was frightened for no reason, and immediately stopped thinking, not daring to explore further.

It wasn't until after night that Tanlong woke up, and Chi Tianzong was rebandaging his wounds. Yanyun watched quietly from the sidelines, already having a plan in his heart.

Tanlong always felt that the Guide's expression was a little unsettling, but she didn't say anything, and she didn't bother to ask.

It was surprisingly quiet inside and outside the cabin all night. Tanlong lay quietly on the wooden couch, looking at the beams on the roof. Yanyun also stayed in the back room, sitting by the window, never closing his eyes.