"He fell off the cliff and was able to save his life, all because of his deep internal strength, protecting his internal organs, and his luck."

"As for when he will wake up and whether he can wake up, it all depends on his creation."

The old voice came, with a deep sense of regret.

The young man who had spoken earlier asked again, "Grandpa, his hand seems to be cut like this from a tree branch and a bush." ”

"With such a wound, is he looking for something?"

"Perhaps......"

The voice faded away, and Mo Yingyan tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be pressed by a thousand catties of boulders.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes.

After struggling for a long time, he fell into a deep sleep again.

When he regained consciousness, he heard the sound of rushing water.

Immediately after, the voice of the teenager I had heard before sounded, "Ah, you're finally awake!" Grandpa said that if you can't wake up today, you may never wake up. ”

Mo Yingyan's long eyelashes trembled, and he turned his head with difficulty to look at his side.

In the eye, it is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

Dressed in light blue simple linen clothes, with a baby face, black eyes, like grapes, it makes people feel good at a glance.

"Thanks for the rescue." Barely four hoarse syllables spilled out of his throat, Mo Yingyan raised his hand, pressed it on the edge of the bath tub, and wanted to get up.

The young man hurriedly supported him: "Hey, don't move, be careful of the silver needle shifting!" ”

Mo Yingyan only moved slightly, and there was a heart-rending pain in the dantian and chest.

He couldn't help but snort, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Your internal injuries are too serious, you can't mobilize your internal strength in the past month, and your heart and lungs have also been damaged, so you must take care of yourself."

"Ahem......" Mo Yingyan coughed twice in a low voice, and when he heard his injury, the color of his eyes did not change in the slightest.

When the dizziness dissipated in front of him, he asked with difficulty, "...... you guys Did you see a woman in men's clothing? ”

The young man cautiously glanced at the silver needle on his chest, and after confirming that it had not been moved, he breathed a sigh of relief, "No, my grandfather and I went out to collect medicine, and we only picked you up." ”

"Oh, by the way, my name is Ren Le, what is your name, Childe?"

"Are you being hunted down? Falling from such a high cliff, Childe is still alive, it is really a miracle, the woman you are talking about is probably dead. ”

Mo Yingyan's heart suddenly tightened, and a fishy sweetness instantly surged into his throat.

He quietly closed his eyes and swallowed the fishy sweetness.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and calm, "Trouble little brother to help me up, I have to go." ”

Ren Le rolled his eyes: "Go?" Big brother, I admire you if you can stand up on your own now. ”

Mo Yingyan was silent for a moment, and her voice was extremely hoarse: "Then when can I leave?" ”

It was Ren Le's grandfather who answered him this time, "Childe, your injuries are too serious, and your lungs are damaged due to the rain for a long time, if you want to get out of bed, you have to take needles and drink medicine for at least seven days." ”

Seven-day ......

Mo Yingyan's bloody fingertips suddenly grabbed the edge of the barrel.

The nails cracked instantly, and the blood spilled again.

"Hey, don't try it!" Ren Le exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly held his hand, "I have to reapply the medicine again." ”

The old man pinched Mo Yingyan's thin wrist and probed the pulse carefully.

After a moment, he let go of his hand and sighed softly, "Childe, we are at the bottom of the cliff, and we only see you." ”

"As for the woman you mentioned, she was either rescued or fell into the river......" the old man paused and did not hide it, "Life and death are unknown." ”

Mo Yingyan's face was clear and indifferent.

The whole body exudes a chill that penetrates into the bone marrow, and it is clear that he has not said a word, but it makes people feel like falling into a cold pool.

Ren Le's body trembled, and he hugged his arms and rubbed them.

Mo Yingyan lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes like crow's feathers completely covered the thoughts in his eyes.

After a while, he said lightly: "The grace of saving your life will be repaid in the future." ”

For the next seven days, he fully cooperated with his grandparents and grandchildren.

Take medicine and apply needles and soak in medicated baths.

The whole person looks like an exquisite ice sculpture on the top of a snow-capped mountain.

Beauty is beautiful, but there is no trace of the seven emotions and six desires that belong to human beings.

The bottom of the cliff soaked in the atmosphere of Youlan, due to the perennial sparse population, the small beasts in the mountains are at ease.

The little beasts wandering leisurely in the forest, when they saw the human with excellent skin suddenly intruding, not only did not hide, but the bold ones were also curious to meet him and sniff the hem of his clothes.

Mo Yingyan's intrusion is like a touch of black and white suddenly dyed on the brightly colored Gongbi painting scroll.

The cold breath around is incompatible with the liveliness and vividness around it.

He walked slowly on the grass, his black hair loosely tied behind him.

In the breeze, a few mischievous strands of hair fell on his beautiful face.

The extreme white and black make his face more beautiful and magnificent.

He stood by a clear river, looking down at the swimming fish in the river, his eyes were pale and pale.

The sun shines on the river, crossing a little bit of broken gold.

A man with a long posture stood quietly by the river.

The breeze ruffled the hem of his black and white clothes, outlining a faint and cool arc.

Ren Le chased after him: "Your Highness, your body is just right, you can't walk for so long, go back with me!" ”

Although the grandfather vaguely guessed that the person they saved was Mo Yingyan, the third prince of the Dongqi God of War, until Mo Yingyan did not hide it and told them his real name, he still felt a little mysterious.

The three princes defended their families and defended the country and fought on the battlefield, which was like an example for him that did not dare to blaspheme.

Today, that role model is all around him.

He didn't know how to describe it.

It always feels like I'm dreaming.

Mo Yingyan lowered her eyes, and her voice, which had not spoken for a long time, was hoarse, "Ren Le, do you have a pen and paper?" ”