Ning Yuchu felt that the blood in his body was hot as if it was about to burst, but the skin that came into contact with the air was extremely cold.

The torment of ice and fire made him open his eyes in a daze, and he didn't know what time it was.

At this time, there was still the last glimmer of light in the sky.

He saw Tang Li lying on his stomach.

Ning Yuchu sobered up a little, and shook her busily: "Tang Jiu? Ugly? ”

No response.

His mind went blank, and he trembled to touch her snort.

Until the subtle warmth brushed his fingertips, he had never found the world so beautiful.

He breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that although she was unconscious, she was holding him tightly with one hand and the handle of the dagger with the other.

In a protective posture, he sheltered him between her and the hole in the wall.

Ning Yuchu pursed his lips tightly, and only then could he restrain the boiling of blood, which was different from poisoning and fever.

After a while, he sneered, "What a fool. ”

But the words were soft.

He reached out to cover the back of her cold hand, trying to remove her hand from the handle, but it didn't move.

Ning Yuchu whispered in her ear: "There is a master." ”

The tense arms softened, and he put her hand around his waist, then stretched his legs, reversing the position of the two, and protecting her in the hole in the wall.

When he held the handle, he suddenly felt dizzy in front of him, but fortunately he immediately steadied himself and did not fall off the stone wall.

The poison is back in action.

Ning Yuchu did not hesitate, his fingers directly grasped the sharp blade, and strands of blood flowed down from his palm.

As the saying goes, ten fingers hurt the heart, and this is true.

He suddenly became much more conscious, and while he still had his senses, he thrust the dagger into the crack of the mountain by an inch.

After making sure that it was secure, he lowered his head and tore his clothes into strips, tied them to the handle and Tang Li's waist, and fixed her, so that even without him, she could still stay in the hole in the wall and wait for reinforcements.

In addition to the handle, he could find as many rocks as he could tie up.

In the end, he almost tore off the entire coat, leaving only Tang Li's stiffly knotted sleeves.

If anything, he would tear off this sleeve.

Suddenly, an eagle roar suddenly approached.

Between the lightning and flint, Ning Yuchu pulled out the arrow feather inserted into his calf, turned around suddenly, and pointed the tip of the arrow directly at the behemoth with wings flapping behind him.

A black eagle with black and white feathers, a hooked beak, and long, sharp toes that nearly pierced his neck with its claws.

At this time, it seemed to be frozen in mid-air, and its eyes stared coldly at Ning Yuchu.

"Old man, don't be so angry, I haven't seen you for so long, don't you want to be a master?"

However, Black Hawk doesn't seem to want to catch up with him, only to chase away the prey that has taken over his nest.

But as soon as it was about to move, the arrow moved with it.

Ning Yuchu was tense, but his voice was easy to tease.

"Don't blame the master for not reminding you, this arrow can be smeared with poison, if you touch a little, I guarantee that this wall hole is your tomb."

The black eagle could sense the danger, but it didn't want to let the other party occupy its nest, so it flapped its wings and flew back and forth, thinking about what to do with him.

It dived several times, and its claws clashed with Ning Yuchu, but he was all beaten back with arrow feathers.

Ning Yuchu felt that he was about to lose his grip on the handle, and coupled with the fierce mountain wind, he almost slipped down twice.

But he still smiled and quipped: "Old man, borrow your place to stand for a while, and I'll pay it back to you later, don't be so stingy!" ”

Suddenly, the Black Eagle approached, and its talons grabbed the feathers of the arrow, snatching them up with him.