Everyone looked at the little flower and stood still for a while.

Yu'er immediately looked at Ren Xing, her excited heart pounding, "Is it a withered winter flower?" Isn't it! ”

Ren Xing felt that his throat was a little hoarse, he hurriedly took out the poison book, compared it with the map, looked up at the little white flower, and then nodded, "It should be." ”

"The book says that if the time for the withered winter flowers to bloom is exactly at night, they will emit a cold light."

"Besides, what else can grow on this snowfield except withered winter flowers?"

Hearing Ren Xing say this, a trace of joy immediately rose in everyone's hearts.

Tang He's face was not good-looking, he lowered his head and silently sped up, "Hurry up, there is still a cup of tea time, and the wax moon will be over." ”

Everyone was shocked, looked at the sky, and hurriedly sped up.

Everyone climbed silently, hand and foot, first and then the snow became lighter, and then began to walk briskly, then to run.

Fu Ti carried the dying Shen Jiaojiao on his back and quickly climbed to the top of the bare mountain.

Thankfully, the snow had fallen from the summit, making their path less obstructive.

Fu Ti bore the brunt of the attack, and climbed up with his hands and feet desperately.

At this moment, he doesn't look like a dignified prince, not like the noble Fu Ti.

He was like crazy, with red eyes and no one who knew anything but to climb up.

There was no thorough wound on the hand, and it was even more unsightly at this time.

The scabs on the wound cracked open again because of his violent movements, and the chilblains on his hands seemed to be crawling with thousands of ants, itching to the heart.

The cold, sharp rocks sliced his palms apart, and bits of ice and snow burrowed through the flesh and blood, and the blood mixed with the blood and water, dripping down little by little.

However, the more anxious you are, the more likely you are to have an accident.

The blood on his hand was too greasy, and he slipped suddenly, hanging his whole body in the air, as if he was going to fall and be shattered in the next second.

"Be careful!" Yu'er saw it at the back, and her heart was so frightened that her heart was about to jump out.

Seeing this, Tang Er's heart tightened, and he was about to find a way to help, but he saw Fu Ti rubbing his fleshy hand on his clothes twice.

Then he kicked on his toes against the stone wall, swung hard, and climbed up.

After climbing up, he rubbed his other blood-stained hand hard against his clothes, and climbed up viciously.

Yu'er trembled in her heart when she looked at it below.

Crazy, the prince is really crazy!

Finally, Fu Ti was the first to climb to the top of the mountain.

At this time, the flowers and leaves of the dead winter flowers have begun to slowly curl up, and the color is a little darker than before.

He hurriedly pounced, gently plucked the withered winter flower in the palm of his hand, and held it like a baby.

Under the cold light of the withered winter flowers, his fleshy palms were even more unsightly.

However, he could not care about that.

One hand held the withered winter flower in the palm of his hand, for fear of damaging it and for fear that it would be blown away by the wind.

With the other hand, he carefully untied Shen Jiaojiao from her back, put her in her arms and hugged her tightly.

Looking at her closed eyes and touching her cold wrist, a great panic rose in Fu Ti's heart.

He was a child-like hugging Shen Jiaojiao helplessly, his blood-red eyes were dry and uncomfortable, and his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he wanted to shout but couldn't.

Seeing him like this, Tang He and the others felt tight, and their brains exploded.

"What's wrong, what's wrong with Sister Jiaojiao?!" Yu'er crawled over with a roll, ignoring the fear of Fu Ti's cannibalistic eyes, and stretched out her trembling fingers to the tip of Shen Jiaojiao's nose.

A breath so faint that it was almost imperceptible made Yu'er almost cry with joy.

She hurriedly looked at Ren Xing, who was staying in place, "Hurry up, there is still a breath!" ”

"It's too late, hurry up!"

Hearing this, everyone's hearts were suddenly relieved, and they immediately rushed up.

Fu Ti also seemed to have suddenly woken up, sighed on his hands again, rubbed his fingers his clothes, and the pain of rubbing made Shen Jiaojiao again.

Now, he finally felt that little weak beat.

It turned out that his hands were stiff just now, so he didn't feel this faint vitality at all.

Knowing that Shen Jiaojiao was saved, Fu Ti's sanity returned little by little.

He immediately handed the withered winter flower in his hand to Ren Xing, and after Ren Xing took it, he tried his best to restrain the trembling of his fingertips, and took out the medicinal materials that Shen Jiaojiao had already prepared from his baggage.

Yu'er hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold the medicinal herbs.

Five pairs of eyes watched in amazement as Ren Xing used stones to grind the withered winter flowers.

This withered winter flower is also really magical.

Ordinary flowers become sparse when ground up, but dead winter flowers become moist powder when ground up.

Ren Xing poured this precious powder into the medicinal powder that had been prepared long ago, and carefully mixed the two powders.

Then he rubbed his hands together vigorously, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and clutched it vigorously.

When the powder touched the snow water, it was immediately wrapped in water droplets, turning it into a pill that was transparent on the outside and shining with warmth and brilliance on the inside.

Fu Ti reached out and pried open Shen Jiaojiao's teeth, carefully sent the pill in, and gently lifted Shen Jiaojiao's chin, and the pill was swallowed by her.

After all this, the last day of the lunar month has finally passed.

Everyone sat paralyzed, staring at Shen Jiaojiao, whose face was pale, silently waiting for God's judgment.

In her dying, Shen Jiaojiao only felt that her stomach was frozen for a while, and then she was like a spring flower, and she became angry.

The blood veins that were stagnant in the internal organs slowly opened like flowers, and the blood flowed happily.

As if the ice and snow melted, my fingertips slowly became conscious, and finally there was no longer darkness in front of me.

In a trance, she saw Granny You.

She was still so loving, she didn't speak, just touched her hair and shed tears.

The distress in her eyes made Shen Jiaojiao's nose sour.

With tears in his eyes, he was about to say something, but he felt that someone was calling his name.

Jiaojiao shouted coquettishly, one more eager than the other.

Suddenly she opened her eyes, and she saw a familiar and yet unfamiliar face.

"Fu Ti?" Shen Jiaojiao looked at Fu Ti, and some couldn't recognize this person.

She had never seen him like this.

With messy hair, red eyes, unshaven beard, and blood stained all over his body, how can he look like a dignified king?

I'm afraid that those Miss Kyoto who are obsessed with him may not recognize it.

"How do you ......"

Before Shen Jiaojiao finished speaking, he was slammed into his arms, holding it tightly, without a single gap.

Shen Jiaojiao has just recovered from her illness, where can she stand this strength? Just as he wanted to say something to stop it, he suddenly heard the footsteps of Si Si Suosuo.

Immediately raised his eyes, only to see that not far away, two teams of people and horses touched up.

Needless to say, besides Ji Yangchuan and Ji Yangwu, who else could it be?