The hour of the jungle began to enter the long night, Jingchen still fell into a coma and never woke up, but what was better than before was that his injuries were almost recovered, but he didn't know when he would be able to regain consciousness.

And after Ting Yao found that she couldn't use the immortal recipe and was involved by two forces Dan Yuan, she tried to cast spells countless times, but every time she tossed herself to exhaustion, and after not knowing how many failures, Ting Yao finally gave up casting the spell, and sat down beside Jing Chen with a deflated ass, beating her chest frantically.

"Ahhh......h It's miserable!"

Grabbing his hair and panicking for a while, he heard Yao seem to be angry with himself, and the two hands with alternating new and old injuries clenched into fists, pounding the ground again and again, as if he urgently needed to find some outlet to pour out the depressed breath in his chest, and only gave up when the red blood gushed out from his hands.

Glancing back at Jing Chen, his little face full of gloom suddenly became even more gloomy, although he couldn't use immortal magic and mana, but he was still able to cross some aura for Jing Chen to stabilize Dan Yuan, hearing Yao thought that his brows were also slightly stretched, so he immediately began to hold Jing Chen's palm and crossed some spiritual power.

When he saw that Jing Chen's face was in good condition as usual, Ting Yao wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the scabbard of his sword, and went to the small lake to fetch water with ease.

The lake water flowed into the scabbard with a clatter, and it was filled in a short time, and Ting Yao raised the scabbard and glanced at it, pouted and raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curved a shallow arc.

"If Master and his old man knew that this precious long sword that I had only cut off my love after a thousand instructions was used by me as a kettle, I don't know if he would be in a hurry to cut me with the sword. ”

Then he shook his head and chuckled, stepped on the shore little by little with the scabbard, and at the same time broke a few dry branches and collected them to take them back as firewood, and suddenly there was a little squirming sound, listening to Yao's body for a moment, he turned his head and looked around, and found that the familiar white shadow, the expression on his face cracked for a moment.

"It's ...... you again"

Hearing Yao shook his head and no longer paid attention to the little movement made by Bai Ying, and immediately quickened his steps, holding the scabbard and running back to the cave quickly, but when Ting Yao saw a few fruits shining with strange green near the cave, he finally couldn't break his face, picked up a few fruits of unknown origin and threw them away one by one before entering.

In fact, it's no wonder that Tingyao is so confused, because after the first "narrow encounter" with the white-haired dumpling by the lake, as long as Tingyao appears by the lake to draw water, this white-haired dumpling will definitely appear and stare at Tingyao with those two big round eyes, and Tingyao will stare at wherever he is.

At first, I thought that this white-haired dumpling was coming to her to seek revenge, but later I found out that it just liked to follow and stare at herself, so she gave up, and she didn't know that she had to stare at her every time until she left.

I thought it was a little beast with quirks, but even more strange things followed, every time I heard Yao fetch water and came back, there would always be one or two more green fruits at the mouth of the cave, at first I heard Yao didn't know what would be discarded aside, but the result increased one by one, and soon I had a bottom in my heart.

"Jingchen...... It's okay for you to wake up quickly, I don't know what to do when something strange happens, I promise you, when you wake up, I won't talk back to you, you call stupid melon, it's all up to you......"

Listening Yao put the branch at Jing Chen's feet, then knelt on his side, one hand carefully wrapped around Jing Chen's neck to gently hold him up, and the other hand held the sword scabbard and drank a sip of water very naturally, and then slowly lowered his head and gently caught the tight thin lips and crossed the water in his mouth little by little into Jing Chen's mouth.

No longer as ashamed as the first time, his eyes were nowhere to be placed, after listening to Yao closing his eyes and feeding all the water to Jing Chen, he slowly opened his eyes and straightened up, put Jing Chen down carefully, and then wiped the red lips with the back of his hand I don't know if it was a trace of water stains, and then raised his head and drank, pouring all the little water left in the scabbard into his mouth, not as if crossing the water carefully, this posture is quite heroic and heroic.

After suppressing the hunger in his stomach with a sporadic little water, Ting Yao began to think about how to make a fire to obtain a source of light and heat to warm his body, according to the past, Ting Yao must have hung his fingertips without hesitation, and a cluster of flames could dance and jump lightly on his fingers, but now in addition to transmitting aura, even such spells Ting Yao can't do.

"Or try again. ”

Ting Yao pursed her lips a little nervously, she didn't know why this sudden nervousness lingered around her, and it lasted for a long time, and it could even be said that the eldest girl had been on the sedan chair once, and she didn't think much about it in her heart, her eyes suddenly opened, her fingers turned slightly, and a cluster of dark red flames ignited on Ting Yao's fingertips.

"It's done......! Ahh

Ting Yao, who thought that there could be a spell to use, suddenly shook her hand happily and jumped and jumped, but in the blink of an eye, the red fire disappeared, and the unrelenting Ting Yao tried several times, but it still ignited and extinguished, and it was too late to ignite a small branch.

Ting Yao was not as depressed as before, she had accepted the fact that she couldn't break through, but the thorny problem of making a fire for heat made her a little at a loss for a while.

All she thought about was that Jingchen and Senior Brother helped her do something she couldn't do in the past, even if she was sick in bed, Jingchen would decoct the medicine and hand it to her, but she had never thought of such an ordinary thing, but she was like an idiot and couldn't do it.

"If it weren't for me, the unlucky ghost, who dragged Jingchen down...... Alas, it's better to figure it out on your own, and now it's just me to take care of him. ”

Listening Yao took a deep look at Jingchen's face, imagining that she could get a force of encouragement or support to cheer herself up, but she still couldn't stretch her brows as she looked at a pile of branches, so she squatted down a little depressedly and picked up two branches and looked left and right for a while, and then began the oldest technique of drilling wood to make fire.

After a long time, except for the pitifully small black foam and the sunken round hole, there was not a single spark to be seen, and sure enough, this method was useless to Tingyao, and she failed.

Ting Yao threw away the branches a little angrily, and immediately picked up two palm-sized angular stones and checked them, aimed at the pile of branches on the ground and began to beat and rub the stones wildly and quickly, but both hands were knocked numb, and the stones were smoothed out, and there was still no spark, obviously, she failed again in the method of knocking stones to make fire.

It was useless to try two methods in a row, Ting Yao couldn't help but get irritable in his heart, the hour of this jungle turned into an endless night, and the temperature around him gradually became lower, if there was no heat source, not to mention Listen to Yao, the injuries on the unconscious Jingchen's body were much better, if he was frozen, he was afraid that he would become a frozen corpse.

Listening to Yao, who was really anxious, threw two stones out in a fit of anger, and by coincidence, one of them smashed into the blade of the silver-red long sword, causing a small spark.

Tingyao, who was still sulking, couldn't help but be a little overjoyed when he saw this scene, and immediately put the scattered branches in place, picked up the long sword and began to play the sword against the stone wall on the side.

The tip of the sword and the stone wall kept colliding, and sporadic sparks fell on the wood little by little, and soon the sparks ignited into a dancing flame, and the faint warmth gradually spread along with the light.