After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Chu Yan's mind went blank for a moment, and he instinctively grabbed the person who was sliding down into his arms.

The dazzling blood gradually spread on the blue clothes, like patches of brightly colored red plums falling in the snow field beyond the horizon.

Fu Shiyu frowned lightly. Apart from his pale face, his facial features were calm and no trace of ferocity could be seen. He held Chu Yan's sleeve with his fingertips, and smiled lightly, "My lord, I've said it."

"—I will save your life in the future."

His tone was relaxed, even annoyingly smug.

Compared with the pain in the body, Fu Shiyu's heart is actually more about the comfort, the comfort when he has completed a major task.

He couldn't say where this sense of comfort came from, but he just couldn't stop laughing, maybe it was because Chu Yan's life was really saved as said in the book, or because of something else.

There was a strong contrast between Chu Yan's expression and his joy. There was a chill in the gloomy eyes, and a faint panic could be seen in the depths.

He tightly held Fu Shiyu's bleeding chest, as if he was trapped in a cage where he could not see the sun, obviously angry to the extreme but full of deep powerlessness.

"Fu Ren." He called hoarsely.

Ren is the word Chu Yan gave Fu Shiyu.

When I saw this person for the first time, I felt weak in my heart, like a silk flower attached to others to grow up, and it broke with a light pinch of two fingers. in the 'Min. '

Fu Shiyu didn't like it very much.

It is often said that when others call him, it sounds like 'woman' or 'madam', but Chu Yan stopped calling him later.

Fu Shiyu's pupils dilated slightly. It was obviously the first time he heard it, but he clearly realized that the name was calling him.

Some memory seemed to flash through his chaotic mind, because the blood was draining at a rapid rate, the temperature of his body was gradually getting colder, but at this moment, his chest seemed to be burning unbearably hot, and he inexplicably wanted to see that face What kind of look will the expressionless cold face have at this moment.

"Fu Ren." Chu Yan yelled again, his tone was cold, but there was a slight tremor when he listened carefully, "No..."

"I won't let you die."

Fu Shiyu didn't answer, he didn't feel much in the chest that was hit by the arrow, maybe it was numb, and he felt comfortable all over, everything was good, the only bad thing was that his mind was so dizzy.

He didn't have the energy to look at Chu Yan's distorted face due to rage, his eyelids seemed to be hanging from lead stones, he was very heavy and tired, he just wanted to have a good sleep, so that he didn't listen to what Chu Yan said later clear.

Chao Luo who was awakened pushed open the door and came out, just in time to see the thin figure who had been hit by an arrow under the bright moon and fell on his back.

Son...

These two words were stuck in her throat, she stared blankly, and suddenly felt a stern gaze from a distance, and Zhao Luo felt inexplicably suffocated by a poisonous snake wrapped around her throat.

"careful!"

With a roar, Chongyang rushed forward and chopped off the arrows heading towards Chaoluo with a knife.

Chao Luo moved his gaze dully, but instead of looking at the broken arrow on the ground, he looked at the white figure on the opposite eaves.

He didn't cover his face, and greeted Chao Luo's gaze frankly, with a sinister smile even on the corner of his mouth.

Shen Yanting held a curved bow in his hand, squinted his eyes, and the sharp arrow pointed precisely at Chao Luo's face.

Before he let go of the bowstring, a long sword that was as powerful as a broken bamboo struck him head-on. As soon as he turned to avoid it, he was hit on the back with a strong force. The bricks and tiles were wet and slippery. Shen Yanting's footsteps were unsteady, and he fell off the roof.

He fell sideways on the ground, holding his blood-soaked chest, his throat was sweet, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of thick blood spewed out, and the puddles on the ground where the rainwater had accumulated also turned light red.

Just as Shen Yanting sat up, he was kicked in the chest again by a ferocious kick. He raised his chin, the scenery in front of him was a little shaken, only those red and bloodthirsty eyes were as clear as torches in the thick black night,

Holding the long sword in his hand, Chu Yan pressed the tip of the sword straight to the center of his brow, and said expressionlessly, "Snow Lotus Pill."

"Bring it."

Shen Yanting raised the corners of his mouth and said with a dark smile: "What snow lotus pill?"

Chu Yan didn't speak, but suddenly exerted force on the hilt of the sword, and Shen Yanting's forehead was pierced with a scary blood mark.

"Why didn't you move?" Shen Yanting didn't seem to notice the pain, the corners of his mouth curled up eeriely, his face was no longer soft and sad as usual, the scarlet blood was separated by the bridge of the nose, winding down his cheeks, There was undisguised malice and viciousness in his eyes.

"Kill me." Shen Yanting held the sharp blade in his palm, there was no sign of fear in his eyes.

"..." After a long silence, the corner of Chu Yan's mouth curled into a gloomy arc, "Although you are not afraid of death, there are people who are afraid of your death."

"Right? Sijin."

Shen Yanting blinked quickly, and said with a slight smile, "Si Jin is not here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chongyang kick Sijin, who was hiding among the Daqing soldiers and was about to wait for an opportunity, to the ground.

Chu Yan looked at Si Jin, who was wearing a helmet and armor, staring towards him with a terrified expression, and said lightly, "Give me the snow lotus pill, or..."

Before he finished speaking, the long sword turned quickly in his hand, and then aimed at Shen Yanting's shoulder and stabbed down.

"what!!!"

Shen Yanting's scream resounded through the sky, startling the flock of birds perched on the treetops.

"Son!"

Sijin's face changed suddenly, just as she was about to crawl over, Chongyang's eyes were cold, and the edge of Lingling's blade was on her neck.

Seeing Chu Yan holding the sword and abruptly turning his face in Shen Yanting's shoulder, Shen Yanting's painful facial features contorted, and he raised his eyes to look at Chu Yan's expressionless eyes, and suddenly felt a bit of unspeakable fear in his heart.

Si Jin's pupils shook, and he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I'll give it to you! Snow Lotus Pill is here!"

"You let the son go!"

Shen Yanting gritted his teeth, desperately swallowed the pain in his throat, and shouted: "Sijin, he won't kill me!"

"Don't give it!"

Si Jin didn't seem to hear it, and took out a small crystal clear jade bottle from her arms without paying attention, "You let the young master go, and I will give it to you."

Seeing that Chu Yan didn't move, Si Jin's eyes sank, she looked at Fu Shiyu who was lying in Chao Luo's arms, and threatened: "If you don't let him go, then let him be buried with our young master."

Chu Yan was silent for a moment, then slowly pulled out the long sword that was deeply inserted into Shen Yanting's shoulder, and moved the sole of his boot that was pressing on his chest to the ground.

Shen Yanting covered the bleeding wound on his shoulder, and looked at Si Jin across the air.

Just as Si Jin was about to step forward, the back of the Chongyang Saber pressed heavily on her shoulder, and said impatiently: "Hand over the things."

"..."

The tense atmosphere was like an arrow on the string, and it was about to explode. Si Jin clenched the jade bottle in his hand, and suddenly said loudly: "Go on!"

As soon as the words fell, she threw the jade bottle containing the snow lotus pill in another direction. Chu Yan and Chongyang's expressions changed slightly. When the jade bottle was almost smashed to the ground, the two had already run away without a trace.

"I'll chase them back, they shouldn't be far away." Chong Yang just wanted to go out.

"Forget it." Chu Yan quickly walked to Fu Shiyu and knelt down on one knee, "Go to the doctor."

"Yes."

Chongyang didn't dare to delay any longer, his burly figure was like a flash of lightning in the night, and disappeared into the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

Chu Yan took off the red cloth stopper blocking the mouth of the bottle, and rolled a thumb-sized white pill into the palm of his hand.

"Is this useful?" Zhao Luo asked worriedly, holding back tears.

Chu Yan's eyes were deep in thought. Back then, he accidentally saw the appearance of this magic elixir that is said to be able to bring the dead back to life and immortality. It is indeed so.

It's just that he was seriously injured back then and fell into a coma, so he didn't know if it was this snow lotus pill that was fed to him as Shen Yanting said.

But now there is no other way but to take a risky gamble.

Chu Yan hugged Fu Shiyu from Chaoluo's arms, stared down at Fu Shiyu's bloodless face, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and carefully fed the snow lotus pill into Fu Shiyu's mouth.

Because he lost his mind, the snow lotus pill was blocked by Fu Shiyu's tightly closed teeth. Chu Yan's eyes were impatient, and he could faintly see a trace of uneasiness. The medicine pill was pushed into the throat from the tongue coating.

After a few breaths of time, Fu Shiyu's pale face began to turn red, as if he was waking up.

The tense string in Chu Yan's heart suddenly loosened. He kissed Fu Shiyu's forehead, and murmured hoarsely, "It's okay... Fu Shiyu."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be telling himself, and repeated slowly, "It's okay, Fu Ren..."

Not long after feeding the medicine, Chongyang came back carrying an old doctor in a brown coat.

The doctor hadn't closed the door at that time, when a burly man broke in, he couldn't help but pick him up and ran out.

"Hey! Where is the reckless bandit, let me down!"

The old doctor is over sixty years old, his old bones can't bear the bumps, he beat and scolded on the way here, he didn't fight back, and he didn't fight back, anyway, the old man was as hungry as scratching an itch, he just He ran in the direction of the yard at full speed.

Chongyang faintly smelled a very strange fragrance from the doctor's body, but seeing that he had already arrived, he couldn't bear to think about it, so he hurriedly threw the old doctor on the ground, "Hurry up and help!"

"Help me!" The old doctor's bones seemed to be falling apart. Hearing Chongyang's words, he couldn't help cursing: "Where did you come from, I will report to the police tomorrow and arrest you!"

Before he finished talking, he noticed a faint sight coming from behind, the old doctor's hair stood on end, and he glanced back.

Seeing that Chu Yan was staring at him coldly, the voice from his thin lips was bone-chillingly cold, "Diagnose."

Most of the soldiers in Fengyang were stationed in Daqing. The doctor had treated many wounded soldiers, and had the honor to see Chu Yan's honor a few times. When he instantly recognized the famous Guangling Prince, he immediately wanted to bow down. Smelling the smell of blood coming from whoever it was, he frowned impatiently, "Hurry up!"

The old doctor was so frightened that his legs trembled, he hurriedly answered yes, even the person in Chu Yan's arms didn't dare to look up, and tremblingly touched the white and slender wrist.

As soon as he felt Fu Shiyu's pulse, the tension and fear on the old doctor's face suddenly disappeared, his expression immediately became serious, and he said solemnly: "My lord, this person is probably..."

He only dared to speak half of his words, looked at Chu Yan's uncertain face, and said anxiously: "I'm not going to live."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chao Luo blushed and said indignantly, "Impossible! Young Master is still angry!"

After finishing speaking, she quickly touched Fu Shi's chest, and asked stubbornly, "Look here, you're still angry!"

"Young master is not dead, you save him!"

Chongyang also cursed angrily: "I'm afraid this old man's old eyesight made a mistake. I'm going to catch another one now!"

"Young Master Fu even ate the Snow Lotus Pill, how could he die!"

Compared to their excitement, Chu Yan was much calmer, without even a trace of surprise on his face. He hugged Fu Shiyu tightly, his eyes were a little calm, as if he was desperately suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart.

"and many more!"

Hearing the Saussurea Pill, the old doctor was startled and asked, "He ate the Saussurea Pill?"

After Chongyang said yes, the old doctor suddenly started laughing, "No wonder..."

"No wonder he was poisoned by the highly poisonous Sanshi powder, and he can still breathe!"

Zhao Luo's eyes were delighted, and he hurriedly said: "Then, is my young master saved?"

"Ah—" The old doctor thought of something and let out a long sigh.

"Snow Lotus Pill is not as good as it is in the world. At most, it can only hold the breath of a dying person. If you want him to wake up, there is still something missing."

Chongyang urgently asked: "What?"

"Cold toad blood."

When Chao Luo and Chong Yang heard the name, their eyes were startled, they always felt they had heard it before, but they couldn't remember it for a while.

Chu Yan frowned and asked, "Where is this thing?"

"I don't know." The old doctor shook his head, "Decades ago, or even longer, near our border town, there used to be a village that liked to raise Gu and make poison. It was near the Lubao Valley at that time. It seemed to be called Erzhai."

Chao Luo interrupted: "Gu'er Village?"

"That's right!" The old doctor slapped his head, "That's the name."

"At that time, General Yan Chu led his troops to the south and accidentally fell into an ambush. At that time, he rushed out of the siege, but he was also seriously injured and was in danger. According to the soldiers who were alive at that time, a woman who looked like a fairy fell from the sky at that time. Hey He gave General Yan Chu two things, and the next night, General Yan Chu woke up, the first of these two things was Snow Lotus Pill, and the second was Han Chan's blood."

Chongyang seems to have a little impression of this past event, but when he thinks about it, his brain feels unbearably painful as if being pricked by a needle, so he said in a nasty voice, "Sister?"

Can……

Shouldn't her sister be locked up in the palace then?So who is this woman who rescued General Yan?

"What the hell is Han Chan's blood?" Chongyang interrupted Chao Luo's train of thought, she came back to her senses and hurriedly shook her head, now is not the time to think about it.

The old doctor pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "As the name suggests, Hantoad is a toad that lives in extremely cold places. It is half the size of a palm and has a snow-white body. It likes to eat Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass. But there are few rumors in the world, only a few mentions in ancient medical scriptures, the old man has lived for most of his life, and he has seen many toads, but Han Toad has never even seen a shadow."

"So... I think this young master is probably hopeless."

"What nonsense!" Chongyang scolded: "If the person who rescued Yan Chu back then can be found, then we will be able to find it too!"

Chao Luo also nodded heavily.

The old doctor sighed helplessly, "Small boy, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

Chu Yan suddenly stood up from the ground with Fu Shiyu in his arms, his face was still calm and terrifying, only his eyes were filled with dark clouds, and Chongyang, who was standing opposite him, was shocked. Just as he was about to make a sound, Chu Yan turned around and entered the room with Fu Shiyu in his arms. .

"Don't be discouraged." Chongyang comforted from behind: "I searched the places where Yan Chu passed by with their heads turned upside down, and I don't believe I can't find that cold toad's blood."

Chu Yan slowly put Fu Shiyu on the bed, stretched out his hand to gently touch his slightly warm cheek, and said lightly, "He's handed over to you."

Chongyang's eyes were startled, and he hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

Chu Yan stood up again, looked at Fu Shiyu's face that seemed to be sleeping soundly, and after a long time, he uttered three words with a complicated expression.

"—Valley of Extreme Cold."

The author has something to say: I haven't finished catching the bugs, we will catch them together later, there will be another update around ten o'clock