Vermilion wanted to sit up, but her ribs broke, and the pain was unbearable when she wanted to move.

"No, I'll have to close my ribs first......"

Vermilion exhaled softly, and she could already see the surrounding environment clearly, it seemed to be a closed canyon between the high mountains, with lush vegetation and many animals, and there was no trace of human beings.

Cinnamon bit lightly, and gently unfastened his clothes with both hands, exposing his white body to the air.

A fawn beside him glanced up, then turned away without interest.

Vermilion's face was slightly red, and she felt a little strange even when she was seen by a fawn.

Zhu Ziteng turned his head and glanced at Ji Longjun, who was still lying on the ground like a "corpse", except for a faint trace of breath in his nose, he was almost no different from a dead man.

Vermilion endured the pain and pressed her hands under her breasts and began to graft herself.

Her little face was covered with beads of sweat, her jade onion-like hands trembled slightly, and it took a lot of effort to finally connect the broken ribs.

It only takes time for the broken bones to grow back together.

Zhu Ziteng hurriedly put on his clothes, breathed a sigh of relief, and reluctantly took the broken leg bone in pain.

Her internal organs were greatly shaken, and her internal force could not be used at all, so she could only get up gently like an ordinary person, lying on her side and carefully examining Ji Longjun's injuries.

Ji Longjun's face was sallow, his eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was no different from that of a dead person.

Zhu Ziteng gradually recalled the bits and pieces that happened last night, remembered that Ji Longjun jumped off the cliff with her, seemed to yell at her, and didn't remember what happened later, only that he woke up and found that he was pressing on Ji Longjun, although he broke a few ribs and thighs, Ji Longjun was obviously more seriously injured, and there was no good place in his body.

"Longjun, Longjun...... Can you hear Longjun?"

Zhu Ziteng shouted a few more times, but Ji Longjun still didn't react at all.

Zhu Ziteng said secretly: "Ji Longjun only has one breath left, if he can't save him as soon as possible, I'm afraid ...... But I don't know how to do magic, and I don't have Wuji True Qi, so I can't heal him at all......"

Although Chisteria knows a lot, knowing more does not mean that he knows more. Being able to condense the Infinite True Qi means that you have entered the "entry" level of magic cultivation, which is not something that can be done simply.

"He is so badly injured, his muscles and bones are broken, and his internal organs are broken, even if I know how to use magic, I can use the highest level of healing techniques to save him, but I am afraid I can't save him......"

Cinnam's eyes darkened suddenly, and it seemed that the only bit of brilliance he had was gone.

She sat up slowly, looking around in pain. There is green grass here, and there is the sound of water flowing not far away, and there are a few fruit trees near the cliff, and the water vapor is hazy and can't be seen very clearly in the distance.

A young sika deer with a healthy body was attracted by the vermilion, and slowly walked to the side of the vermilion, looking at the vermilion with clever little eyes.

This sika deer seemed to be no different from other fawns, only more agile, but Vermilion frowned slightly, and always felt that something was strange.

"Ahh......h

Vermilion was taken aback, and finally saw that something was wrong!

The little antlers of the fawn that shrank slightly turned out to be golden!

Thoughts raced through Zhu Ziteng's mind, and almost immediately she thought of the legendary top-level healing elixir

King Deer Golden Antler!

"Legend has it that the deer king will be born every ten generations, and the deer king is born with spiritual sense, and can dominate the deer population in the world, which is a very rare spiritual thing. The biggest feature that distinguishes the deer king from other deer species is that it has golden antlers, but I didn't expect to meet a juvenile deer king here?"

Vermilion's heart was beating faster, and her eyes staring at the golden-horned sika deer became a little eager.

"Legend has it that the golden horn of the deer king has the miraculous effect of reviving the dead, nourishing blood and sperm, regenerating broken bones, and making rotten flesh grow new shoots, almost god-like effect. This fawn happens to be young, if ...... If I cut off its antlers and give them to Longjun, wouldn't Longjun ......"

Zhu Ziteng hurriedly turned around and reached into Ji Longjun's waist bag to grope, first felt out a cold iron sword, thought about it and threw it aside, and then felt out an extremely sharp golden dagger.

"I remember that it was recorded in ancient books that it was best to use a jade knife to cut antlers, but now where to find a jade knife? ”

Cinnamon made up his mind to hold the golden knife and turned his head to look at the fawn, whose body trembled, as if realizing that Cinnamon was going to be unfavorable to it.

The fawn stared at the vermilion, and slowly took a few steps backwards, keeping a subtle distance from the vermilion. Unable to stand up, Vermilion gritted her teeth and crawled a few feet on the ground, slowly approaching the fawn.

The fawn flickered its nose and took a few steps back again, and distanced itself from the vermilion.

Vermilion's face was pale, and a sharp pain in her chest and abdomen hit, and beads of sweat rolled down her face.

"You...... Don't run!" said Zhu Ziteng softly.

The fawn stared at the vermilion strangely, and the vermilion had no choice but to crawl a few inches in pain again, and stretched out one hand to the fawn.

The fawn cleverly took another step back, but a pair of dark eyes still looked at the vermilion with curiosity.

Vermilion's jade hand hung down weakly, and the golden knife clenched in the other hand was also thrown to the ground. Zhu Ziteng sobbed softly: "I'm sorry, Longjun, I'm sorry...... I want to save you, but ...... But I can't...... Woo......"

God played a big joke on her, first let her come back to life in the mortal situation, but Ji Longjun, who saved her, was thrown with only one breath.

When he was discouraged, God arranged for a life-saving deer king to appear, giving Vermilion new hope.

But the deer king saw that Vermilion wanted to hurt it, and retreated again and again, not giving Vermilion a chance to catch it at all. Cinnamon was seriously injured, and it was difficult to get up, let alone chase the young deer.

The life-saving artifact is in front of him, but this foot of distance is like the end of the world, and Zhu Ziteng is powerless to cross, so he can only watch Ji Longjun lie there and lose his life little by little.

"Uh......h How can this be, how can this be, why do the people around me leave me one by one, why do the people I fancy the more they don't live long...... Woo...... Am I really an ominous person......"

Zhu Ziteng was heartbroken, and she thought of the deduction of her life by an old Taoist when she was a child. At the beginning, everyone said that the old way was nonsense, and Daddy Vermilion angrily kicked the old way out of Fengyun City.

But as Zhu Ziteng grew up, his father and mother died violently, his teacher died violently, and the only brother went to the stone city of the ancestral Miao Realm to live well, which is also one of the reasons why Zhu Ziteng's personality became withdrawn, and she attributed the misfortune of the people around her to herself.

Now, Ji Longjun, who has been fleeing for her life for many days, is also about to be

wants to die in front of herself, and there is obviously a deer king by her side who can save her life, but she can't do anything.

It was extremely difficult for her to sit up, and it seemed that the only thing she could do was to fall on the ground and cry bitterly.

"Woo woo woo ......" Vermilion fell to the ground and cried, her petite and thin body trembling slightly, which was pitiful.

"Autumn Autumn ......"

Suddenly, a soft cry came from my ears.

Cinnamon slowly raised his head, and with tears in his eyes, he saw that the fawn was already leaning against him, kneeling on all fours, and gently rubbing his arm with his little head.

Vermilion whimpered, "You...... What do you do......"

The fawn didn't speak, but continued to rub her head against the vermilion's arm, as if to comfort her.

Vermilion wipes the tears on her face, slowly raises her arm, and gently touches the fawn's head.

The golden, glass-like flowing antlers were right in front of her eyes, and the creststers had the illusion that she could bite the antlers with a slight opening of her mouth.

Zhu Ziteng thought about it, withdrew his jade hand, and said softly:

"Fawn, fawn, I know you're afraid I'll hurt you. But I can't help it, I want to save my friend......"

The fawn seemed to understand, and still leaned meekly against the vermilion, and did not get up to leave.

"Probably the ...... that saved him Only your antlers. I don't have the strength right now, you can break away whenever you want, if you want, please don't move...... Okay, okay?"

Zhu Ziteng's hazy eyes looked deeply into the eyes of the sika deer, and slowly touched the golden knife on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I know it's important to you, but...... But he ...... to me It's also very important, fawn, please help me!"

Zhu Ziteng took a deep breath, and the ribs in his chest hit him with a sharp pain. Vermilion Wisteria slowly raised the golden knife in his hand and gently pressed it on the antlers of the fawn.

The fawn seemed to realize something, and its body trembled as if it wanted to get up and leave, but seeing that the Vermilion was still staring at it tightly, the eyes were full of helplessness and expectation, and the fawn shook and squatted down, and its eyes were closed, as if it had accepted its fate.

Zhu Ziteng finally smiled lightly, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, she used all her strength to slash, the golden knife was far sharper than she imagined, and the golden light flashed and the antlers fell into her hand.

Zhu Ziteng hurriedly threw away the golden knife and tried to crawl back to Ji Longjun's side, gently stuffing the section of the antlers into the corner of Ji Longjun's mouth.

"Long Jun, the book says that the Deer King Golden Antler should not be used like this, but I can't preserve its medicinal power, so I can only ...... I can only feed you like this, I hope it can save you!"

Zhu Ziteng whispered softly as he squeezed the soft antlers little by little, and the dripping red and bloody, but flowing golden essence, slid into Ji Longjun's mouth.

Zhu Ziteng's whole body was out of strength, and he was tired after holding it for a while, and finally lowered his arms and lay on his back on the ground gasping for breath.

The antlers in her hands gradually turned rough and gray, and the golden glazed brilliance of her previous hand vanished.

The sika deer behind him seemed to be quite aggrieved, it stood up and moved to the side of Zhu Ziteng, looked at Zhu Ziteng, and then looked at Ji Longjun, circled around the two of them a few times and lay down gently.

Zhu Ziteng patted the neck of the sika deer, looked at the head of the fawn with missing antlers, and smiled apologetically.