[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

I don't know how long Mu Chenfeng stood in that snow field, and I don't know how many noble spirits Yang Yiran and Xiao Fan let him kill, even half of his body was covered in blood and cold sweat, and he couldn't find the cleanliness of the past.

Jiang Yan wrung out the hot towel and wiped it for him a little bit. The moment he raised his hand, his skin turned cold, leaving only a pale and dead air. After a while, the half pot of soup turned red and muddy. It didn't get any better.

Wan Hua was not in a hurry, she cleaned him carefully, pointed at the wound on his back with her fingertips, and made sure that the wound was healed and that it would not hinder her inner breath. After getting up and sitting halfway, I leaned into his ear and said slowly:

"Mu Daochang, do you know me? I'm Jiang Yan."

Mu Chenfeng's eyes were dark, not to mention answering, he never lifted his slightly drooping head.

"Mu Daochang, I'm not Jiang Yuhan——I'm Jiang Yan, have you forgotten?" Jiang Yan sat beside him, slowly pulling the hair from his forehead behind his ears, "I killed Jiang Yan Yuhan, have you forgotten?"

Mu Chenfeng still didn't move, but Song Xiuran looked at Wanhua with a serious face in surprise, and then was dumbfounded.

"I took away your internal energy and killed Guo Yun, do you remember?"

"I instigated infinite changes and killed several strongholds. Are there any comrades in arms among them?"

"I take advantage of my arrogance to defend against the enemy and grab the ghost king's wealth, do you know that?"

"I've been lying to you all this time, all this time..."

Wan Hua clasped his shoulders, speaking extremely cruelly.Song Xiuran was speechless, but saw Mu Chenfeng's eyelashes move, and slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were gray, as if locked in infinite pain, deeply buried.

"Zheyi is the Demon Lord, and so am I. I have a share in what he did. I asked Yang Yiran to lead you there, and you are the one who is stupid and believes in such rumors."

"How does it feel to kill an ally with your own hands? Are you sad? Do you want revenge? Just because you have lost all your internal energy and energy, can you hurt me at all?"

"I'm right by your side, waiting for your revenge, but you can't move, isn't it ridiculous? How about I open the door and let everyone see what you look like, huh?"

Where is half a figure in the hidden place in the mountains?Song Xiuran heard that his words were getting more and more outrageous, and couldn't help shouting: "Jiang Yan, what are you doing?"

He just finished asking, but saw Mu Chenfeng trembling with his eyes wide open, looking helpless as if he wanted to avoid Jiang Yan's voice, pain and fear but he couldn't break free.

Jiang Yan immediately shook his long hair, looked at Song Xiuran with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "Otherwise, I will kill Cao Yu and Xiao Song." Bite him clearly, "If you have the ability, come and stop me?"

The little Taoist was so frightened by him that he stayed for a long time before he recovered. Seeing Mu Chenfeng's gloomy face suddenly turning pale, he hurried over and begged, "Jiang Yan, don't be like this, he..."

"No..." Mu Chenfeng stared straight ahead, his chapped lips fluttered, and finally let out a hoarse cry of pain, covered his eyes with his hands and curled up into a ball, trembling unceasingly, "Don't...don't kill...don't kill they do not……"

"If you don't kill them, you're here to stop me?" Jiang Yan paused, grabbed his shoulders and put him directly into his arms, "I won't kill them, get well, I won't kill them..."

Mu Chenfeng lowered his forehead to his heart, shaking his head tremblingly, shaking his head again, covering his eyes and still unwilling to look or listen, but persistently said "no".

Jiang Yan tightened his arms, stroked the loose bun on the back of his head, and said in relief: "Chenfeng, don't be afraid. No one will lock you up, no one will hurt you again. Everything you have to do If you can do it, people will believe and listen to what you say.”

He slowed down his tone and spoke sincerely and gently. Mu Chenfeng was trembling just now. Because of his sudden comfort, he gradually subsided, and slowly looked up at him with puzzled eyes. See who is confirming what.

Jiang Yan stared at him like this, suddenly couldn't bear to say any more, his throat moved hard to hide the pain, raised the back of his hand to scratch his cold face, and said softly: "It's not your fault, no."

The heart that was imprisoned because of self-blame, was beaten again by his few words.Mu Chenfeng trembled all over, confusion and unwillingness suddenly flashed in his lifeless eyes, he involuntarily stretched out his hand to hold the black robe on his chest, subconsciously buried his face in his shoulder, and shouted hoarsely in all kinds of pain.

"Good boy, just cry." Jiang Yan hugged him and didn't dare to let go. Hearing his screaming cry, as if he was the one who was heartbreaking, he had to comfort him over and over again, "Don't be afraid, good boy , don't be afraid... I'm here... I won't lie to you, I'm really here..."

Finally got a hug that can vent, and it is still so warm, Mu Chenfeng has completely ignored what he is saying, holding his knuckles turning white, crying like wanting to exhaust all his strength.

Song Xiuran stood aside blankly, watching this astonishing scene, not knowing what to do.

In his impression, although Mu Chenfeng treated him generously, he was always cold, courteous and somewhat unreasonable, rarely showing his emotions, let alone crying like this.And Wan Hua, who was holding him, was also heartbroken, because it wasn't that terrible Demon Lord at all.

Regardless of his means, the senior brother finally responded and was saved.

"Jiang Yan... You, do you like my senior brother? This time, aren't you lying?" The little Taoist stood there for a long time, when Mu Chenfeng's voice faded, he suddenly couldn't bear the excitement in his heart, and rushed to Jiang Yan Asked this out of nowhere.

"Have I ever lied to him?" Wan Hua put her chin against Mu Chenfeng's hair and gently rubbed against Mu Chenfeng's hair, her voice was hollow like raving, "This time, does it count?"

Song Xiuran listened to him avoiding the important and taking the light of the matter, so he didn't ask any more questions, picked up the water basin and went out: "I'll tidy up, I'll be back in a while."

Jiang Yan tilted his head, but the person in his arms cuddled closer, so he happily lowered his head, hesitantly placed a light kiss on the top of his hair, and then murmured: "Chen Feng, do you know that you have to be in the camp?" It's really too difficult, too difficult..."

He should have known this ending from the very beginning, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change the fate of Baizi. As a stickler, he got into the game unknowingly, and the authorities were confused.

You don't know the end of the game, but you have no regrets.

Wan Hua laughed at herself, hugged the warming person in her arms and sighed again: "I thought I was dead, but unexpectedly, I'm still alive..."

Maybe Mu Chenfeng listened to his words better, or was exhausted, and slowly stopped crying, then leaned into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Xiuran had nothing to do and went around a few times. When he returned to the house, it was still dark, and his brother had been put on the bed, and he had a high fever at some point.

Mu Chenfeng did not cry out after some venting, coupled with depressed mood, and having been frightened and cold at Wangjiang Cliff for a long time, the fever not only came on fiercely, but also completely fell into a coma, his complexion changed from the previous pale, direct Burnt red.

Jiang Yan was not good at medicine, most of the medicines he brought with him were for external injuries, and almost all the medicines he took internally were for internal injuries.Except for some basic methods of detoxification and healing, he dared not act rashly for this common and almost fatal emergency, so he had to soak a towel in snow water to cool him down, and apply it on his forehead for a dozen times before he got better.

Fortunately, the Taoist priest was not seriously injured or poisoned, but his spleen and stomach were damaged and he vomited everything he ate.After pondering for a while, Jiang Yan took advantage of the dim light of the morning sun to draw a few blueprints, patted Song Xiuran who was taking a nap, and handed them to him:

"These medicines clear away heat and benefit qi, and have the effect of reducing fever. They can grow even in snow-capped mountains. My qinggong is not as good as your Chunyang Palace, and the terrain is also the most familiar to you. Now that the snow has stopped, I trouble you to pick a few plants for decoction. .”

Song Xiuran was so tired that he was sleepy all night. After listening to his instructions, he woke up quite a bit. Looking at the blueprints marked with details, his eyes almost popped out: "Wow, the drawing is so good. I didn't know it before. Tarzan."

Jiang Yan didn't answer his words, but only glanced at him wearily and said, "I'm here to take care of you, you go and come back quickly, and come back immediately if there is any change."

"Okay, I'll go right away." The senior brother was ill, so Song Xiuran didn't dare to neglect, took the blueprints into his arms and responded, walked to the door in two or three steps, and turned back when he remembered something, "That... Jiang Yan, senior brother I'm exhausted, but can I eat the Huiyuan Pill?"

"It would be great if there is." Wan Hua answered truthfully with eyes full of anxiety and heart full of uneasiness.

Song Xiuran was overjoyed, and the hand that hid the blueprint took a porcelain bottle out of his bosom: "The Huiyuan Pill you gave me last time is still there! I remember it!"

Jiang Yan took the porcelain bottle and opened it. His face, which had been tense all night, finally eased a little, and he said happily, "That's right, it's Huiyuan Pill. Didn't you eat it?"

"It's so expensive, I'm not willing to eat it all." Song Xiuran scratched his head embarrassingly, and hastily opened the door. Before he had time to step on the Qinggong, he bumped into a person with two steps, and his face changed completely when he looked closely, "Ah—why is it you?" ?! How did you find this place? You..."

"What about me? I've been 'spirited' for a while, know your little house, okay? It's good if I'm willing to come to this shabby poor house." The person outside the door suppressed a loud and clear voice, and immediately knew it was Yun Jin.

Jiang Yan frowned, and immediately said in displeasure, "Why are you here?"

"Hey, Jiang Yan, you moved my Sun Moon Cliff's defense to change Wangjiang Cliff's patrol. Xiao Fan is looking for you everywhere. If I don't come, should I fight Xiao Fan or just confess you? God It's so cold, so ghosts are happy to come here." Yun Jin rolled her eyes, shook off the snowflakes from half of her body, strode in, and found a chair for herself in annoyance, "Don't worry, I didn't bring any of my attendants, I just brought them. brat."

"Brother..." He Niao put on a little red cloak, poked his head in from the door, and then quickly rushed towards Jiang Yan's lap.

"She wants to come by herself." Seeing Wanhua's cloudy expression, Yun Jin immediately clarified.

Jiang Yan ignored him, bent down and picked up Xiao Hualuo, and said softly: "It's dangerous here, so you can go back to Wanhua first, okay?"

"Senior brother, medicine." He Niaoyou didn't look at him, took up a medicine box with two small hands and pressed it on his face, "Medicine."

Jiang Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand to follow, stunned: "What medicine?"

"Nursing God Pill, Yuhua Pill, Yuchan Pill, Life Protecting Pill..." Xiao Hualuo seemed to have finished reciting, hugged his neck, and whispered, "Brother, don't be sad."

Jiang Yan recovered from the shock, hugged Hualuo, turned around and looked at Mu Chenfeng who had his eyes closed and was burning badly on the bed, and then smiled with relief: "It's not sad...brother is not sad."

The author has something to say: Jiang Yan is a sickly girl who is cruel to everyone, the Taoist priest has always been fake and cold, and the age difference between the two is huge.

One person always speaks, but the other person can't hear it

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