Rise in the glory of the king system

Chapter 715 Cold
Supporting Han Xin, Qiao Ying struggled to get off the execution platform, then moved under a tree step by step, and then carefully lowered Han Xin who was heavy on her body and sat down beside the tree.

Han Xin put his arms around her waist, instead of leaning his head against the tree, he leaned into Qiao Ying's arms logically. His head rested on Qiao Ying's shoulder, and he closed his eyes tightly, looking weak.

Qiao Ying felt helpless about his actions. She didn't care about the difference between men and women, so she knelt on the ground and straightened her back, holding Han Xin firmly in her arms.

The girl stretched out her fingertips to check the other person's body temperature and breath. The body temperature of Feiheng Mountain God was not as hot as usual, and his breathing was weak and cold.

She looked down at the other party's pale face by the moonlight, and slowly withdrew her hand.

It turned out that the five horrific thunders didn't hit Hengshan Mountain, but Han Xin's body.Qiao Ying thought of the thunder and flames that rushed into the barrier of the mountain gate. She should have recognized whose hand that flame came from.

Qiao Ying already had a guess in her mind, why the majestic patron saint of Mount Heng didn't even have the power to control the opening and closing of the enchantment of the mountain gate - it turned out that Han Xin was a god imprisoned in Mount Heng.

Could it be that Feiheng Mountain God really suffered such an unimaginable punishment for sending her away.A strange feeling quietly planted seeds in Qiao Ying's heart, and she felt so dull that she couldn't speak.

The girl involuntarily tightened her grip on the other person's shoulders. She suppressed the tremor in her voice and tried to wake up Han Xin: "Shenjun..."

The only answers to her were the bleak wind and howling wolves in the valley.

About a quarter of an hour later, when Qiao Ying's heart was in a mess, Han Xin in her arms showed signs of waking up.

Han Xin's frown deepened. He supported the ground and slowly left Qiao Ying's arms, leaning against the big tree behind him.

The wound on the back that was torn by the thunder hit the rough bark, and the severe pain went straight to the brain.He half-opened his eyes, the moonlight fell on his long eyelashes and cast a shadow to block the color in his eyes.

Han Xin suddenly swallowed quickly, lines of blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, and drops of thick blood dripped down his jawline.

Qiao Ying was completely confused by the bloodstain. She hurriedly moved to Han Xin's side, her eyes filled with mist from anxiety and worry.

Han Xin raised his eyelids to look at her, then smiled, his voice hoarse: "Why do you look like you're about to cry?"

"Are you seriously injured?" Qiao Ying forgot to call him Shenjun in her hurry, and took out a handkerchief from her lapel to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Han Xin looked at the worry and panic in her eyes seriously. He tried to dig deeper, so he stopped swallowing the blood in his throat and let the accumulated blood flow out of his mouth.

Some of the bright red blood stained the veil, and some dripped on the back of Qiao Ying's hand, exuding scalding heat.

Seeing this situation, Qiao Ying had tears in her eyes, and finally the emotion that Han Xin expected appeared in her eyes.

He propped himself up and approached Qiao Ying, putting his face close to her.Qiao Ying paused her raised hand, looking at Han Xin's evil face in front of her eyes.He looked at her with dim eyes, and Qiao Ying could only read it playfully.

His face was pale, and the blood at the corner of his mouth added a coquettish beauty.

"Qiao Ying, your heart hurts."

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Qiao Ying didn't want to respond to this sentence, she withdrew her hand and continued to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but Han Xin didn't look back, his gaze became a little sharp, and he looked straight at her, as if threatening her to admit it.

Seeing Feiheng Mountain God, who is always high above me, suffer such pain—maybe she feels distressed.

Qiao Ying lowered her eyes and hummed helplessly. Han Xin lowered his head and leaned himself into Qiao Ying's arms again.

"Tree..." Qiao Ying supported his shoulders and tried to lean him back against the tree.

"If you don't want me to die from the pain in my back, don't let me lean against that tree."

Those thunders with boundless power indeed hit Han Xin on the back.Qiao Ying hesitated and reached out to touch the clothes behind Han Xin, her tentacles were cold and wet, it was blood.

Han Xin made no sound in her arms, he seemed to have fainted, or just fell asleep.The flame totem between his eyebrows became brighter, and wisps of faint red divine light emerged from the wound on his back.

Qiao Ying just knelt on the ground and hugged Han Xin in her arms. She didn't move for fear of disturbing him.By the time the sky was dark, my legs, feet and arms were already sore and numb.

Han Xin in her arms finally woke up. Qiao Ying moved her arms stiffly, but Han Xin had already stood up with a gun.

The sun in the sky showed half of the face, the morning light was warm, the shadows of the whirling trees fell, and the fine smoke and dust in the air were clearly visible.

Han Xin's complexion was not as pale as last night, and the flame totem between his eyebrows was no longer flickering randomly.

Qiao Ying gritted her teeth, endured her numb knees and stood up.

Han Xin held the spear by his side, looked down at Qiao Ying, put his arm on the opponent's shoulder, hooked Qiao Ying to his side, and ordered, "Help me back."

Facing the sudden weight on her shoulders, Qiao Ying was stunned. Han Xin's stature was so tall, so leaning on her body brought her silent oppression.

Qiao Ying followed his order, stabilized her figure, and took a step forward.She never expected the weakness in her knees to be so obvious. With just one step, her calves were itching like thousands of ants and insects, which made her lose her strength immediately, and she was about to fall after staggering.

Han Xin narrowed his eyes, followed Qiao Ying's shoulders in the original posture, and hugged her into his arms.

The girl bumped into his chest, her eyes were like a boundless sea, filled with thousands of stars, shimmering.She blinked again, causing Han Xin to sink into it in embarrassment.

Han Xin's eyes swept along her face, and a faint smile overflowed in his eyes: "You said last night that you love me, please say it again."

Qiao Ying couldn't believe her ears, her eyes slowly widened, and then she frowned slightly.

Han Xin's eyebrows and eyes are handsome and exquisite, which is very good-looking.At this moment, there was such an obvious smile in those eyes, silently bewitching Qiao Ying.

She lowered her eyes subconsciously to avoid his gaze: "I love you..."

"This seat failed and didn't let you go out of Hengshan, don't you blame this seat?"

Hearing what he said, Qiao Ying recalled the five terrifying thunders: "If the price for letting me go out is that, I'd rather not have it."

"You're overthinking it. Those sky thunders are the punishment I have to bear every month. It's just that the Heavenly Clan found out last night that I was going to shake the barrier, so they were ruthless."

Qiao Ying didn't reply anymore, and Han Xin looked down at her suspiciously, only to find that she turned her head away uncomfortably, and her ears were all red.

Qiao Ying grew up so big, even Qiao's father had never hugged her like this.She pressed against Han Xin's body, and the hot body temperature of the man directly penetrated into her skin.

Han Xin raised his eyebrows, let go of Qiao Ying's hand benevolently, and walked in the direction of Tidal Valley with a gun in his hand.

Qiao Ying looked at his tall and straight back - it turned out that he could walk by himself.Do gods like to chatter like this when they talk to mortals?

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His eyes were deep: "Have you thought about it, how can you pay it back?"

Facing Han Xin's approach and the invisible oppressive atmosphere around him, Qiao Ying subconsciously pursed her lower lip, looked into his eyes for a long time before uttering a sentence: "The next life..."

To be a cow and a horse, to be so heartbroken...

Han Xin expected what she was going to say next, and seeing that Qiao Ying's eyes were a little dodged, a spark of joy appeared in his heart, but his face showed displeasure, and his brows sank a bit.

"My seat is a god for generations, and I don't need any cows and horses to serve me."

When Han Xin got closer to her, Qiao Ying hurriedly retreated, half-sit on the table on her tiptoes, and subconsciously leaned back.

"The Qiao family has fallen, and I have no gold or silver to offer. What does the god want?"

"Those vulgar things cannot enter my eyes." Han Xin stared at Qiao Ying, the layer of frost and snow in the bottom of his eyes had long since melted away, and the soft feelings like spring water in his heart were almost written in his eyes.

His eyes were deep and quiet, as if he wanted to peek into Qiao Ying's soul.

Qiao Ying was dumbfounded for a moment, and just stared at Han Xin in a daze. The charm and breath of a mature man was like a jar of old wine, intoxicating her from top to bottom.

Seeing that Qiao Ying's ears turned the pink color he expected again, Han Xin resisted the curve of his mouth and gestured for the blood-stained clothes on the shelf with his eyes.

"Wash the clothes."

Qiao Ying hurriedly nodded in agreement, tentatively pushed Han Xin's arm away from her side, picked up the clothes on the ground, and left the room without looking back.

When Han Xin saw her going out, a smile spread across his lips, evil yet doting.

What he did was just to amuse Qiao Ying. She was really like a carp in the water, elegant and noble with her beautiful tail, but she ran away when she was scared.

What Han Xin wants to protect now, what he wants to obtain, is not gold and silver treasures or boundless divine power.Even the unwillingness and hatred tempered by time have faded because of Qiao Ying's appearance.

All he wanted right now was to keep her by his side.

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The seven-color clouds are a magnificent beauty in the Jiuzhongtian. Above the clouds, the source of the seven-color clouds, Ming Shiyin is waiting for Nuwa's summoning.

The golden holy light from the sky fell on Ming Shiyin's body, his white hair and white clothes looked like a statue, and a pair of charming phoenix eyes turned his eyes lightly on the overly pale and monstrous face.

The fairy attendant came out from among the clouds and invited Ming Shiyin to enter the palace.

The majestic golden hall is revealed among the clouds, the towering spiers cannot be seen from the top, and the patron saints around are drooping their eyes as if they are falling into a deep sleep.

"I have seen Empress Nuwa."

In the empty and splendid hall, there is nothing but the pedestal shining with holy light in the middle, and Nuwa is suspended on the pedestal, with a golden helmet blocking her eyes, revealing only a pale jaw, noble and beautiful , holy far away.

"Ming Shiyin, come to the border of the mainland to invade the demon species, do you pay attention?"

Before Nuwa opened her mouth, ethereal voices came from all directions.

Ming Shiyin froze with a flattering smile: "Of course there are. The demons are powerful, and I will definitely not let them enter the mainland."

"The executive officer of Tianlei came to tell Gu, but Feiheng resisted again?"

Ming Shiyin's eyes lit up: "Exactly. I thought that Han Xin would die for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect that he was still doing unnecessary struggles."

"Han Xin's nature is fire, unruly and unrestrained. He has been imprisoned in Hengshan for hundreds of years. He is lonely and guilty. If he doesn't commit crimes again, he can be released..."

When Ming Shiyin heard it, his spine felt chills, and he hurriedly persuaded: "Nuwa Empress, don't do it!"

"Han Xin's divine power is a great threat to you, how can you let him out of Mount Heng!"

Nu Wa's cold and ruthless voice followed immediately: "Gu now has the core of the Ark in his hands, and Han Xin is only considered as talented under my command, how can he defeat Gu?"

Ming Shiyin frowned, looking at Nuwa with shock.

The golden holy light under the base engulfed Nuwa from bottom to top, and Tuliu Ming Shiyin stayed in the empty hall, hearing his own intense heartbeat due to nervousness.

Han Xin was aware of Ming Shiyin's conspiracy, how could he give Han Xin this chance to come out.

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This was Qiao Ying's first time to go on a mountain tour with Han Xin. She said it was a mountain tour, but she just followed him around Mount Heng.

The sunset time in Hengshan has gradually moved forward, and the sky is now thick blue-black. In the dark forest, the bright pearl in Qiao Ying's hand emits a faint blue light.

On weekdays, when Qiao Ying and the rabbit went out to pick fruits, they could see groups of small mountain demons and elves. Since the last trap, they also knew that Qiao Ying would not be messed with, so they stopped being demons.

But on the way of patrolling the mountain, half of the mountain demon spirits were not seen.

Qiao Ying put away the pearl of the sea, hugged the rabbit and followed Han Xin a few steps away.Looking at the tall and straight figure in front of him, running like a sword, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

She has met many famous young masters in Jiangdong, but she has never seen anyone more handsome than Han Xin.Han Xin is a god, and the special golden flame seal between his brows makes him even more noble and unparalleled.

The sun has just set in the mountains, so it's not normal to be so clear and cold. Qiao Ying couldn't help but ask, "Are these mountain demons afraid of you?"

Han Xin stopped, turned around and looked at Qiao Ying who was walking in front of him.The girl's azure eyes in the dark night are as clear as a pool of stars hidden in the night pool.Those eyes were looking at him suspiciously.

He retorted: "Are you afraid of me?"

In the night, the gold ornaments on Han Xin's clothes reflected the cold splendor, making him even more noble and unapproachable.He often has no expression, at most he only shows that kind of sarcastic and arrogant smile, and his golden red eyes reveal a divine indifference.

The animals and elves in the mountains were afraid of him, and not without reason.

Qiao Ying didn't think much about it, so she curled her mouth slightly and shook her head.

Although Han Xin has a surly temper and looks like he is the only one who respects himself, he is a good god.If it weren't for Han Xin, Qiao Ying might have been snatched away by the wolf monster in the mountains long ago.She also remembers the kindness of Tianlei in her heart.

Han Xin thought that Qiao Ying was going to say some polite and pedantic words, but he was slightly surprised that Qiao Ying shook her head with a smile.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, cool in summer and cold in winter, the world is still in autumn, and the Hengshan Mountain at night is already blowing cold wind.Hengshan can be regarded as half a foot into the winter.

The cold wind stung her skin, Qiao Ying couldn't help covering her mouth and nose and sneezed.

Han Xin took a step forward, took Qiao Ying's hand, felt her coldness which was completely different from his own, and then involuntarily wrapped his other hand around the back of her head, passed through her long hair, and caressed her back. neck.

The domineering spiritual power flowed into her body along the back of her neck, and a burning pain came from the back of her neck. Coupled with Han Xin's sudden closeness, Qiao Ying was surprised and wanted to hide subconsciously.

Han Xin glanced at her, and pulled her closer to him with some strength in his hand: "Don't move around."

The speed of the infusion of spiritual power slowed down, and the warmth was transmitted to the limbs along the back of the neck.But looking at the serious-looking man in front of her, the warmth poured out uncontrollably, and Qiao Ying's ears turned completely red again.

"What are you doing?"

"Give you some spiritual energy."

Qiao Ying wanted to reject him: "Shenjun, your injury is still not healed, how can you..."

Han Xin's voice came faintly from the top of his head. He was still recuperating and his voice was hoarse than usual. It was extremely magnetic in the night, with an imperceptible gentleness: "It's cold."

It's just his spiritual power to protect the body, and he just gave Qiao Ying a little to protect her from the cold, and he didn't care.

She doesn't feel cold at all now, the spiritual power belonging to Han Xin flows in her body, and her limbs become warm.

Qiao Ying pulled her hand out of Han Xin's palm, and inadvertently felt the thin calluses left by holding weapons in his palm all year round. Just a light touch gave her the feeling like two weapons colliding with sparks. As deep as a blade.

Han Xin's hand also retracted from the back of the girl's neck, and the skin touched by the fingertips brought a fiery itching, along the skin along the nerves to the bottom of the heart, disturbing her mood one after another.

Qiao Ying thanked the night for hiding her red ears and embarrassing face, but unexpectedly the man in the night had seen it clearly, and even curled the corners of his mouth because of it.

(End of this chapter)