Traveling through memoirs

After Qing Luo finished drinking the water, the two began to look at each other speechlessly.

Chen Ling didn't know what to say, and Qing Luo wandered around in the small theater in his head to distract attention...

'The protagonist is different, Luo Ya can bring his own human cushion.When two people fell down together, I made a half-dead man with a weak body, and the protagonist went into battle with minor injuries. 'Qing Luo closed her eyes and rested her mind' Damn it, if only I could wear it on the protagonist's body!If I choose a top cannon fodder body to wear, the only advantage may be that it looks the same as I used to. '

Seeing that Qing Luo's eyeballs were still twirling under his eyelids, Chen Ling knew that Qing Luo was not asleep, so he thought for a while and said, "Your right arm is injured and you won't be able to move it for a short time. I've fixed it for you. alright."

"Three ribs are broken, and I'll fix them for you too. Your cervical spine is slightly contused, it's okay, it will be healed in two or three days..."

Just listening to Chen Ling talking about where he was hurt and how he dealt with it, Qing Luo felt miserable.

It's like an egg with a broken shell, supported by a thin layer of soft membrane, and a lot of egg dregs will fall off if you touch it lightly.

What's more, Qing Luo also knows that people can survive after being injured like this...

That's right, live in pain and discomfort, maybe there will be some sequelae?Qing Luo is not too clear about this.

Qing Luo bit the handkerchief frantically in her heart, "It's so sad, I've fallen to the point where I feel sorry for myself..."

'I still worry about whether there will be sequelae. What should I do if there are sequelae?Wouldn't it be more difficult to live in the future?This terrifying arena!Is it too late for me to wear it back now? TAT' used the bitten handkerchief to shed a handful of bitter tears for himself' Life is still going on, comrades still have to work hard! '

On the other hand, Chen Ling talked for a long time, but seeing that Qing Luo didn't respond, he paused, and suddenly said, "Thank you..."

"Huh?" Qing Luo was taken aback, raised her eyelids and looked at Chen Ling'Thank you?Thank you for being your meat pad?In fact, you don't have to be polite, the main reason is that the protagonist's aura is more awesome.If the protagonist's halo is on my head, it may not be me who is lying here~'

"Those medicines in the bag..."

When Chen Ling was treating Qing Luo's wound, he realized that his medicine bag had been filled by Qing Luo.

The medicine bottle that Chen Ling used to decorate the meridians and protect the meridians was filled by Qing Luo, at least enough for Chen Ling to use for more than a month; a lot of wound medicine and hemostatic medicine were also put in; there were also some ointments for healing bones and muscles , was newly added by Qing Luo.

As soon as Chen Ling mentioned it, Qing Luo also thought about it, and sneered: "It's also prepared for myself..."

His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.Chen Ling looked at Qing Luo like this, his heart throbbed in pain, but he didn't know how to comfort Qing Luo.

It is pure hypocrisy to say that he would rather be injured.Chen Ling only hoped that he could help Qing Luo alleviate as much as possible, and relieve some of the pain on his body.

"By the way, what are you doing jumping off?" Qing Luo stumbled, and she had to take three breaths after saying a word. Listening to Qing Luo's words, Chen Ling's heart was still hanging: "Martyrdom? Youjump, Ijump?" Saying 'But I'm not the one who jumped...I was hit...'

Although he didn't understand Qing Luo's 'Youjump, Ijump', Chen Ling could still understand what Qing Luo was asking.

"Seeing you fall, I followed you subconsciously..."

Looking at Chen Ling's dark eyes for a while, Qing Luo showed a faint smile.

After a pause, Qing Luo suddenly teased, "Then just hit me?"

Chen Ling blushed, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing Chen Ling's embarrassed look, Qing Luo wanted to shake his head, but after considering the condition of his spine, he just pursed his lips.He no longer looked at Chen Ling, because it was a big burden for him to open his eyes now, so he closed his eyes and said, "Just kidding...".Qing Luo's voice carried a smile: "Actually, I'm quite moved..."

'I really didn't expect someone to do this for me. It's not considered a life together, but it can be regarded as a death together, right?In the previous life, others wanted to die, but in this life, there are people who are willing to die with me, so it can be said that they did not live in vain. ’ Thinking like this, Qing Luo said again: "However, don't be so stupid next time."

'Co-death is basically impossible, most likely like this time.You are safe and sound under the halo of the protagonist, and I am once again the king of blame. 'After all, it's one thing to be moved, but another to be grateful.

Qing Luo said, "I'm very touched that you are willing to die with me, but I really can't express my gratitude for you almost smashing me to death." '

"There won't be a next time." Chen Ling said resolutely: "I won't let you get hurt like this again, never again."

In fact, seeing Qing Luo hurt like this, Chen Ling was not only distressed, but also felt guilty and blamed himself.

He couldn't understand Qing Luo's brutal killing, so he argued with Qing Luo in a cold war, blindly emphasizing his own point of view but never thinking about it for Qing Luo.It can even be said that he criticized Qing Luo for being too cruel with the attitude of "standing and talking without pain in the back".

And what about Qing Luo?Qing Luo had never expressed any extreme emotions or attitudes like him.Qing Luo just told him over and over again that there was no absolute right or wrong, and Qing Luo explained over and over again that she just wanted to live.

Until the end, Qing Luo just let him leave as a 'decent person' instead of killing him by 'demonic methods'.Not only that, Qing Luo also thoughtfully prepared all the wound medicine he needed for him.

Chen Ling is precocious, always knows what kind of person he wants to be, and has been working hard for it.Therefore, all of Chen Ling's decisions have been carefully considered, and he will never regret it after making a decision.

But Chen Ling regretted it today, he regretted not thinking about Qing Luo, regretted that he really listened to Qing Luo's words and left the woods.

When Chen Ling helped Qing Luo treat the wound, he thought more than once, 'If I hadn't left, wouldn't Qing Luo have to suffer so much?It was still the clean and proud little boy, leisurely lying on the wicker chair and nibbling on the fruit.If I were here, at least I could help him block these sword wounds and make him less painful. '

Chen Ling soothed Qing Luo's brows that would frown due to pain even in a coma, comforting Qing Luo softly while treating the wound: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's okay Qingqing, I'm here... ..."

When Chen Ling woke up and saw Qing Luo lying next to him covered in blood, he swore that if Qing Luo could escape this time, he would never leave Qing Luo alone again.If he wants to die, he must die first, and Qing Luo will never be hurt in the slightest.

No matter what he says "different ways do not conspire with each other", there has never been a different way, only different people.

Hearing Chen Ling's affirmative tone, Qing Luo couldn't help laughing: "There is no absolute right or wrong, and there is no eternal promise. Chen Ling, have you thought about it? What if one day I do something you can't tolerate? For example , I killed your fellow disciple. I am afraid that you will be the first one to swing a knife at me."

"No, you won't do that." Chen Ling frowned, looking at Qing Luo who had his eyes closed.

"I said, I just want to live, and I'm willing to do anything to survive." Qing Luo sighed: "Chen Ling, I'm not you, I'm not a righteous person, and I don't need to abide by any morals .Do you understand? I don't know what I will do, let alone you?"

"I, will never do anything to you." Chen Ling's voice was sonorous and forceful.

"I don't promise, I won't do anything to you."

"My life is yours."

Qing Luo curled her lips to express her emotions: "Chen Ling, we are not the same way, and we will never be. If I kill you, you won't do anything to me. What about killing your wife? What about killing your best friend? You won't do anything to me Is it?"

Chen Ling frowned, but did not answer.He wasn't hesitating, but he was wondering why Qing Luo had such a weird idea.It seemed that Qing Luo had already considered himself a maddened member of the Devil's Cult.

Not hearing Chen Ling's answer, Qing Luo pursed her lips, and finally said calmly: "Don't promise easily, someone will always take it seriously."

"I'm an orphan, so I don't have to marry, have children, or make friends." Chen Ling asked himself that if Qing Luo really did that, he couldn't be indifferent, so he simply extinguished the flame at the source.

Hearing Chen Ling's answer suddenly, Qing Luo couldn't help laughing out loud, the shock made her entire chest hurt, and she immediately coughed.

Seeing this, Chen Ling quickly helped him up and leaned against his arms, gently stroking Qing Luo's chest.

When Qing Luo recovered, she leaned on Chen Ling's shoulder and smiled lightly: "You don't understand what I mean at all...".The half-opened eyes slowly closed due to exhaustion: "Forget it, I won't talk to you. I'm tired and want to sleep."

"Just sleep like this, you are not allowed to move around..." The voice weakened little by little, and when Chen Ling lowered his head again, Qing Luo had already fallen asleep.

Stiffening his upper body, holding Qing Luo's waist, Chen Ling carefully hugged the person and leaned against the cave wall, then pulled Qing Luo's loose long hair back, exposing the other's delicate but sharp-edged chin.

Chen Ling leaned his head against the cave wall, closed his eyes and rested.

Qing Luo woke up from the cold, and when she opened her eyes, it was already dark.

"Wake up..." Chen Ling's voice was hoarse, he had just woken up, and was startled awake by Qing Luo's disordered breathing.

"Hmm..." Leaning back more lazily, Qing Luo endured the sore throat and said, "Cold..."

Hearing Qing Luo say it was cold, Chen Ling was startled, and quickly touched Qing Luo's forehead—it was hot.

Chen Ling wanted to sit up straight immediately, but also thought that Qing Luo was still leaning on him, so he didn't dare to move too much, so he could only gently support Qing Luo's shoulder: "You have a fever..." Chen Ling said, holding on Qing Luo let him lean against the cave wall.

"Well, I know..." Qing Luo turned her head and closed her eyes in a daze, "It's strange if you don't have a fever. How could such a serious injury not be inflamed. '

Fortunately, Chen Ling had been leaning against the cave wall all afternoon, and it was already warm.

Chen Ling got out of the body, moved his shoulders twice, let the numb half of his body recover a little, and quickly took some pills for internal injuries from his pocket.

"Those are useless..." Qing Luo half-opened her eyes and said something, then leaned limply against the cave wall again: "Look up the fire first."