There was a chuckle from behind, and then I heard the person who didn't know if it was a human or a ghost said, "Rong Zhao, you are really barbaric and domineering, and even ghosts can threaten you." ”

The voice is not the rough voice or ghost voice that Rong Zhao imagined, but there is a kind of vanity like a gossamer.

Rong Zhao's beautiful eyebrows were raised high, and he actually knew that her name was Rong Zhao, was it really a ghost?

No, it sounds familiar.

The eyes that were confused in the darkness suddenly lit up, and the voice ······

Rong Zhao hesitated slightly, as if, as if, somewhat, like Xiao Junjue's voice.

Xiao Junjue: Yes, it's his voice.

It was like the ancient bell of the Great Luo Treasure Hall in the early morning, slamming into Rong Zhao's heart. She couldn't wait to look back, pretending to be full of joy, the kind of joy that was wrapped in the hot current and diffused from every pore on her body.

She grabbed the man's shoulder, she couldn't see anything in the dark, and touched him indiscriminately, a voice full of joy, "Is Xiao Junjue you?"

The cave is too dark, and even if it is relatively close, you still can't see anything, so you can only rely on groping.

However, when her hand touched his face, it suddenly withdrew as if it were an electric shock. She wasn't sure, he didn't have a mask on his face.

"Are you Xiao Junjue?'s face-" Rong Zhao thought for a moment, maybe the mask fell off, and reached out to touch it again.

I heard that his face was burned, so there must have been a scar. But when she touched it, it was an intact face.

She pushed the man away at once, and took several steps on her messy hind legs, something under her feet tripped her and she sat on the ground. She was flustered, her legs were weak and she couldn't stand up, her eyes were bright, staring at the direction where the person was standing, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The man coughed violently a few times and slowly approached Rong Zhao. Rong Zhao tugged at Bao's hair, his hands trembling. She patted Po's head vigorously, gritted her teeth and whispered, "You are a wolf in vain, so useless." ”

This time, Ah Bao really gave face, Rong Zhao obviously felt that its hair was blowing up, and he "whined" at the person, as if he had entered the state of resisting the enemy, and stared at it with a pair of cruel eyes.

It's just that the man stopped when he was only one step away from Rong Zhao, and instead picked up the wooden stick on the side, and the fire fold that Rong Zhao accidentally lost on the ground and rekindled it.

The flame burned slightly, slowly illuminating, and Rong Zhao saw the person's appearance clearly.

Seeing her confused eyes blinking, there was a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he looked very weak, like a leaf falling with the wind, as if he was about to faint at any time, "Why did you come here?"

He was questioning, but he seemed to have a tone of rebuke, as if he didn't want to see her here.

"What do you think I'm here for?" she might not recognize her appearance, but her voice, the tone of her voice, and most importantly the sword in his hand, even if these are uncertain, she also recognizes the sachet he wears on his waist.

The sachet is so ugly, it is unique in the world.

Just now, she also took Ah Bao as the last straw, and at this time, she had to dislike how much she disliked, so she threw it away, and then pounced on Xiao Junjue.

"It's good, it's good, you're okay. "The joy of rebirth after the catastrophe is intertwined with the longing for reunion, like magma stored in a volcano, tumbling with unimaginable heat. Rong Zhao hugged Xiao Junjue tightly, her hands couldn't stop shaking, it was her heart trembling.

The surprise was violently strong against her heart, but after the surprise, she couldn't control her emotional catharsis, she suddenly buried her head in his chest and cried, "Do you know how worried I am, do you know how afraid I am that something will happen to you? I have been looking for you for a long time, I thought you were dead." Xiao Junjue, I-"

"Do you know how dangerous it is here?" Xiao Junjue wanted to reprimand her, but she held her in her arms and listened to her crying, and she couldn't say anything when the words came to her mouth. Stroking her hair, Xiao Junjue said, "Okay, don't lose your temper." ”

"Xiao Junjue, you are very useless, you can fall off the cliff when fighting with people. What kind of god of war are you boasting about, I don't think you ······ at all It's not a big deal. Rong Zhao beat Xiao Junjue's chest, first very hard, as if venting, but after beating her fist lightly, slowed down, hugged his waist, with tears in his mouth, vague, "You just scare me to death." ”

Xiao Junjue had already suffered internal injuries when he was fighting with Karma Beiying, and falling from a cliff of several hundred meters aggravated his injuries. When he fell off the cliff, he was intercepted by a branch that went out of the way, and only then did he save his life. But Kabei was not so lucky, and fell directly to pieces.

It took him to wake up after falling for a day and a night, but he was too badly injured and forced to go up the mountain would only deepen his injuries even more, so he accidentally walked here to find this cave to recuperate.

When he heard the movement just now, he thought it was Sunrise's army coming in, so he hid and took precautions. His current injuries are serious, and he can't use any internal strength, so he can only have a chance of winning by hiding and sneaking up.

He could hear Rong Zhao's chirping voice as soon as he heard it, and he couldn't believe that she had come here from so far away from Changge City.

However, Rong Zhao's punches were very hard, and his injuries did not recover, although he tried his best to endure it, it was like a fire in his chest, burning his chest with flames.

There was a fishy sweet taste in his throat, and he gasped heavily, and when he came up, the pain in his chest increased. His face was distorted by pain, his chin was against the top of Rong Zhao's head, and his voice was faintly weak, "The tiger also has a nap, I will be careful next time." ”

At this time, his consciousness became more and more blurred, the dim and floating fire reflected on his face even paler, his hand slowly slipped off Rong Zhao's shoulder, he really couldn't support it anymore, he wanted to rest.

It didn't matter if he rested, Rong Zhao was frightened, thinking that he was going to leave a last word, but fortunately he was still angry.

Rong Zhao saw that his face was flushed, his lips were white and colorless, he touched his face, but it was hot, and then touched his forehead, his hot hands turned out to be a fever.

Rong Zhao found a fairly clean place and lay Xiao Junjue flat on it. When she came out, the night owl gave her a package containing emergency things, such as dry food and fire folds, gold sore medicine and the like.

is still a night owl is careful, if it weren't for his preparation, Rong Zhao really doesn't know what to do now.

When he untied his clothes, Rong Zhao knew how heavy his injuries were, not to mention the bumps, there were four or five sword injuries alone, and some places were still oozing blood.

Rong Zhao drugged him, but tears flowed down unobediently, dripping onto his body, and even seeping into his wounds.

The wounds on this body, big and small, long and short, new and old, add up to more than 20 places, how much he has suffered over the years, how much pain and how many sins he has suffered.

Other princes and generals only need to have a good mother and a good mother's family, but he really fought for his life.

She doesn't want him to fight anymore, she doesn't want anything rich anymore, she just wants him to live a good life with her, she just wants him to be safe.

People are forced out, where did Rong Zhao do rough work before, but now she is really forced to do it even if she doesn't do it, and this time she has experienced everything. She went to the nearby woods to find dry wood and set up a fire, which was the first time she had lit a fire, and it took her half an hour to light it.

The fire was burning, and there was a sporadic "crackling" sound, she sat next to Xiao Junjue and looked at him, at this time she realized that nothing is important in this world, as long as the person she loves is around, the heart that was originally insatiable has been filled.

"Cold, mother, I'm cold. In the middle of the night, Xiao Junjue was talking in a daze, Rong Zhao sat beside him, and as soon as he dozed off, he heard his voice sound.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang?" Rong Zhao thought he was awake and called a few times, but Xiao Junjue still closed his eyes and whispered.

"Mother, Junjue is so cold, so cold, this cold palace is too cold, when will my father take us out......"

The body is very cold, and Xiao Junjue's dream returns to the years in the cold palace. It was the happiest day of his life, and at the same time, it was also his nightmare. Endless dreams haunted him, and he couldn't wake up.

The fire that made him unforgettable was burning all over the world, and it was coming at him in a flash······

"Mother, it's hot, it's fire, it's on fire. Quick, run, mother, you lead me, I'll take you out......"

"Mother, don't leave me, I miss you so much, don't leave me......"

His forehead was sweaty, cold and cold, like a thin layer of ice in the middle of winter. The fire burned his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, but his limbs and bones oozed with a chill, as if he had fallen into the sea, washed over and over again by the raging sea.

"Cold, so cold······"

"Junjue?" Rong Zhao touched his face, he was still feverish, and the gold sore medicine given to her by the night owl was used, but it was only to treat his skin injuries, and at this time, he could only rely on the fire to warm his body, hoping to spend the night and find a way tomorrow.

"It's cold, it's cold, I'm so cold, my mother......"

In the second half of the night, Xiao Junjue trembled, trembling all over her body, grabbing Rong Zhao's hand and not letting go, treating her as his mother.

Rong Zhao dried his soaked clothes on the fire and covered his body, even covering his own clothes, but he still cried out that it was cold.

"How is this good?" After hesitating for a long time, Rong Zhao gritted his teeth and simply took off all the clothes on his body.

The warm light of the fire shone on her snow-white carcass, and layers of clothes slipped out of her hands.

She lay on Xiao Junjue's body and used her body to warm his body, and now, she has only this way. I just hope that so he won't get cold.

Sure enough, slowly Xiao Junjue stopped trembling or whispering, but his arm hugged Rong Zhao tightly, like holding a life-saving straw.

And Rong Zhao also gradually fell asleep in a trance.