The two walked all the way to a few miles away, Qing Xihuan stayed at home all the year round, and the soles of his feet were blistered, and he limped and insisted on walking.

Dong Chuchen looked at Qing Xihuan's pace and secretly laughed several times.

"What are you laughing at?" Qing Xihuan was displeased, and held back the pain and corrected his walking posture.

"Hold on, come, come on my back. Dong Chuchen said and squatted in front of Qing Xihuan, handing his solid back to Qing Xihuan.

"Oh, I don't need it. Qing Xihuan passed by Dong Chuchen with the corner of his skirt, and the pain under his feet did not wear out Qing Xihuan's arrogance at all.

Dong Chuchen looked at Qing Xihuan who was passing by and left, shook his head and smiled, squatted on the ground and watched Qing Xihuan step on the cow dung, and finally slapped the ground and laughed.

Qing Xihuan was furious, raised his feet to look at the filth on the soles of his boots, ashamed and brainy, if he didn't have the strength to take care of him at this moment, he really wanted to take off the boots stained with cow dung and smash them in his face.

Qing Xihuan angrily took off his boots and threw them into the distance, walking on the sandy road with only thin socks.

"Hey. Dong Chuchen followed Qing Xihuan in three or two steps, walked behind him and bowed his head and said, "Don't you need me to carry it?"

"No, don't swear to die!" Qing Xihuan couldn't help but be even more angry. Dignified monarch, how could I call you an enemy back. I am a man who begs for mercy easily!

Qing Xihuan walked forward with difficulty, but he never bowed his head. took off his boots, and the stones under his feet were even more awkward, and the soles of Qing Xihuan's feet, which were already grinding blood blisters, were not likely to ooze blood on the white socks, and every step was like walking on the tip of a knife.

Qing Xihuan gritted his teeth and walked forward, vowing not to stop.

Dong Chuchen followed closely behind Qing Xihuan, looking at the blood and water on the stubborn Qing Xihuan's socks, his heart suddenly tightened, and he walked quickly behind Qing Xihuan, kindly reminding.

"Xi Huan, your feet are bleeding. Does it really matter?"

Qing Xihuan naturally knew that the soles of his feet were bleeding, and he was in pain at the moment, so he gritted his teeth and insisted, how could he use his mouth.

"What's your business. Qing Xihuan walked stubbornly, and when he heard Dong Chuchen following closely, he didn't want to walk with him, so he simply quickened his pace and walked forward.

The sky is gradually in the evening, the evening breeze hunts and hunts, on the road from outside the city to Luoyang Pass, the people are sparsely populated, in addition to the countless empty mountains, there are almost no people, it is the middle of the night, and there are no people and carriages. Qing Xihuan looked around the mountains, walked for a long time without seeing anyone, more and more desperate, I am afraid that I will go all night like this.

Just when Qing Xihuan felt that the pain under his feet was unbearable and getting more and more intense, he suddenly took off under his feet, and the whole person suddenly floated, and then smelled a familiar smell of pine and cypress.

"You don't need to carry it, you can hold it. Dong Chuchen expressionlessly hugged Qing Xihuan tightly in his arms and wrapped it firmly in his hands.

Qing Xihuan was shocked, he didn't expect Dong Chuchen to be so close to him. This is Dong Chuchen, the old enemy Dong Chuchen who kills people without blinking.

Qing Xihuan was shocked for a long time and didn't react, his body was still in Dong Chuchen's arms, and Dong Chuchen's hands were also tightly wrapped around him, but he didn't touch Qing Xihuan's waist and hips, and only rested his elbows on Qing Xihuan's back and legs.

The swallow birds chirped in the distance, and the breathing sound of Dongchuchen in the ears was slow, pulling Qing Xihuan's thoughts far and near, intricately intertwined.

"Does it still hurt?" Dong Chuchen's voice was clear, clean as rain falling into a clear spring.

“...... Get out!" Qing Xihuan was about to jump off Dong Chuchen's body, but he was tightly surrounded by Dong Chuchen.

"Don't move, do you want to be able to reach Luoyang Pass tonight?" Dong Chuchen's tone became cold again, making people irresistible and ordering Qing Xihuan, Qing Xihuan was shocked, thinking that if he struggled again at this moment, even if he arrived at Luoyang Pass, his feet would be rotten, so he had to reluctantly compromise and honestly stay in Dong Chuchen's arms.

Dong Chuchen walked very steadily, holding Qing Xihuan's footsteps and slowing down, walking firmly towards the front.

"You go aimlessly like this, are you sure you'll find the carriage?" Qing Xihuan asked with disgust as far away from Dong Chuchen's body as possible.

"I don't know, I'm just lost. Dong Chuchen replied lightly.

"True or false? If that's the case, it's better for me to lead the way! At least I still know the direction, when can we get there if you go on like this?" Qing Xihuan turned his head in surprise to look at Dong Chuchen's cold face, Dong Chuchen also bowed his head slightly, and met Qing Xihuan's gaze, Qing Xihuan actually blushed again under Dong Chuchen's gentle gaze. Hurriedly turned his head to one side and looked at the light cast by the river.

"Bright light?" Qing Xihuan noticed the unusually bright light by the river, and looked up to see that a tavern at the foot of the mountain not far away was brightly lit, illuminating the murmuring of the river.

"Someone's home, you see, there's someone's house!" Qing Xihuan pointed to the tavern in surprise. I didn't hear Dong Chuchen answer, I was afraid that Dong Chuchen didn't hear it, so I quickly turned my head to look at Dong Chuchen and said, "See it!"

Dong Chuchen's eyes were staring at Qing Xihuan's eyes wholeheartedly, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently showed a faint smile.

Qing Xihuan was uncomfortable with Dong Chuchen, and was busy breaking free from Dong Chuchen's arms and walking by himself, but he was hugged tightly by Dong Chuchen, and listened to Dong Chuchen say, "Stay ready, let's go into the tavern." As he spoke, he walked briskly towards the tavern.

The tavern is simple and simple, an inconspicuous cabin, not big or small, to accommodate the passing passengers to rest just right, and then in the rain and snow, the swordsman comes in to scald the pot of wine, and the scholar comes in to cook tea, which is a good place.

The two finally arrived at the tavern, and the moment Dong Chuchen entered the door, the little two in the tavern were startled, and instantly changed to a smiling face to greet them, "The guest officer is staying in the store?"

Dong Chuchen was still holding Qing Xihuan in his arms, stepped into the door, and said to Xiao Er, "Drink tea." ”

"Okay, you wait a minute~" Xiao Er put the hand cloth on his shoulder and repeated the action once, Dong Chuchen looked at Xiao Er's face, and said carefully, "Only drink tea." ”

Xiao Er got the order and hurriedly ran to make tea.

"Wait!" Dong Chuchen called Xiao Er again, Xiao Er bent down and turned his head to look, "Master, you command!"

"Go find some alcohol and trauma medicine, go and get back quickly. Dong Chuchen spoke, and carefully placed Qing Xihuan on the seat.

"Yes!" Xiao Er got the order and hurriedly ran.

"Business is sluggish. Qing Xihuan looked around, there was only one wine jar in the tavern, and there were only a few wine jars, there was only one guy, not even the boss and the account room, but the tables, chairs and benches were clean and spotless, Qing Xihuan couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

"Dong Chuchen, do you care that this is a black shop?" Qing Xi Huan was vigilant and did not let go of any detail to check carefully.

"I always feel that this tavern is not as peaceful as it seems, you look at the little two just now, it doesn't look like the shopkeeper, but like a soldier......"

"Does it still hurt?" Dong Chuchen obviously didn't care about what Qing Xihuan said, and gently took off Qing Xihuan's socks with his hand, held Qing Xihuan's little foot in the palm of his hand, and carefully examined the wound.

"Dong Chuchen!" Qing Xihuan broke free from Dong Chuchen's hand, quickly retracted his feet, and his face was red.