[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Jian's strength is top-notch no matter what era he was in, but compared with himself after 2000, there is still a gap after all, so he can't help but pull his heart, his head is thinking wildly in extreme tension, and even begins to resent why Guanyin is so big. In this era, the soldiers have not yet traveled to the Middle Earth, otherwise they might be able to ask for three hairs and become thousands of dragon sons and grandsons to help defend against the enemy.

Just as the remaining vitality faded away, Nezha's high-pitched anger exploded in mid-air, and it seemed that his companions were shouting at each other.

Ao Cunxin was overjoyed, stepped up her efforts, and watched the black and yellow color retreat inch by inch under the threat of red, and finally broke by more than three feet, and the rest of the curse seals also darkened suddenly.Her heart suddenly loosened, she lost all strength and fell to the ground, trying to raise her head to see the battle situation in the sky, only to find that the surrounding area was already full of blood and corpses.

Fighting to death in the field, the sound of the defeated horse's cry to the sky mourns.The black kite pecks people's intestines and flies on the dead branches.Obviously, he had just blocked the realization of a bloody conspiracy with his own hands, but he had to pay the price of other sacrifices.The overwhelming rain washed down, as if it was trying its best to cover up the shocking blood, and it seemed to be mourning for the creatures who fought endlessly in history.

"Princess! Thank you so much! You and Second Brother Yang go first! Don't worry, leave this place to us!"

Such a hazy sentence sounded from the sky, and Ao Cunxin was pulled up by Yang Jian, who was plundering to his side.

"Go, I'll take you to avoid it."

Aftermath

The rain trick gradually dissipated, and the misty rain shrouded the dead and silent Shangdu Chaoge, and the sky and the earth were full of gray eyes.

Ao Cunxin and Yang Jian joined hands in the low-altitude cloud travel. At first, they needed to use water waves to stop the Xirong people who were chasing and killing them. Later, the houses on the ground gradually thinned out, and the low city walls and empty streets could almost be seen in front of them. There was no sound other than rain falling in the alley, as if the two of them were the only ones left in the vast rain world.

If she had a choice, she would rather walk with him holding hands in the aftermath of this gentle rainstorm, never reaching the end of the choice.

This is the direction leading to the Great Zhou garrison outside the city, and she cannot leave the city.Not to mention whether it would lead the Xirong people directly to Zhou Jun, she couldn't continue to be an unsuspecting military medical assistant based on her current situation.The chess game has been opened, and it is hard to regret it.

Ao Cunxin took aim at a solitary dilapidated thatched hut, half of which had been collapsed, and expected no one would live there, so he dragged Yang Jian down to the courtyard, waved his hands and set up a barrier to isolate the perception of the outside world, but unfortunately he had no physical strength anymore. Renovate the broken house.

Yang Jian let her settle here, raised his eyes to examine the quality of the enchantment, and said indifferently: "I didn't know you had so many good skills before."

Ao Cunxin smiled wryly: "Talk slowly in the future, let's go in first and have a rest." As he spoke, he didn't dare to look into Yang Jian's eyes, and walked in with his head buried in his hand.

As soon as Yang Jian took a step, he knelt down limply.

Ao Cunxin was quite surprised, but at the same time expected, she bent down and knelt down to see his condition.

He was also looking at her - frowning slightly, looking at her peacefully.

Ao Cunxin lifted her lips and said softly, "I...I'll help you."

Yang Jian didn't refuse, he stood up straight while supporting her forearm, and walked into the dilapidated thatched hut arm in arm with her.

There is really no decent place to stay in the small room, only a simple mat made of hay, fortunately not yet moldy.Ao Cunxin helped Yang Jian sit down, and saw a long tear in the shirt on his back, and the blood soaked the entire black coat.The outer shirt was taken off, and the original plain white inner garment was dyed badly with shades of red—his whole body almost turned into a blood man.Ao Cunxin took off his shirt again, and saw that the incision on his back that should have been ripped apart had been sealed by his own magic power, and there were some minor wounds that were not too serious.

Yang Jian's expression was always calm. After she finished checking, he put on his clothes again, and sighed softly, "I'll help you see the wound when I take it easy."

"My injury is nothing compared to it, and I can take care of it myself. Well, except for the one you stabbed me." Ao Cunxin deliberately smiled slyly.

In comparison, she, a person with poor strength, was only injured in two places by the Xirong people.This simple fact made Ao Cunxin almost unbearable.

However, Yang Jian was indifferent to her pretending to be coquettish, and lay down on his side with his arms folded, and began to close his eyes and meditate on his own.

There was no one else here, Ao Cunxin thought that Yang Jian would interrogate her about the King of Xirong, but he didn't expect him to say nothing, even avoiding Su Daji, the cause of the disaster.

"Second Master, are you still worried about the blood curse?"

Yang Jian shook his head lightly: "You did a good job."

"Oh." So he wasn't thinking about it.

It would be fine if he asked, at least it meant that he would give her a chance to explain, but what did he mean by not asking at all?Ao Cunxin was troubled, always felt that she couldn't understand Yang Jian again. After 2000, he might still be willing to open his mouth. At this time, Yang Jian is still the temperament that is often silent, and he is simply setting Ao Cunxin's conscience on the fire.

"That..." Ao Cunxin was anxious and uneasy, and looked around restlessly, "Although spells can heal injuries quickly, we still need to deal with them carefully. There is a shortage of medicine and medicine here. At least clean the wound first. My chemical After all, the art of water is not as good as natural rain and dew, there is a well outside, I will go and see if there is any water..."

Ao Cunxin was about to get up, but Yang Jian grabbed his hand.

"Don't go." He opened his eyes slightly, looked at the bloody mouth on her palm touched by his fingertips - the thin mouth cut by the demon knife, closed his eyes again, and continued to remain silent.

"I won't go." Ao Cunxin obediently sat back beside him, held the hand he offered, her eyes still shaking uncomfortably, and cast a spell to cover the dilapidated windows indiscriminately, so as to prevent the north wind from whistling in her ears, " Um... are you cold? It's getting late today, why don't you rest here and leave tomorrow."

Yang Jian didn't answer, and asked in a low voice after a while, "How are you doing these days?"

Ao Cunxin muttered for a moment.If it is said badly, it is not so bad; if it is said well, it will sound weird.

"...It's, it's okay."

The air in the room froze, and Yang Jian heard that she didn't mean to go into details, so he closed his eyes and muttered slowly, saying wherever he thought: "After you leave, Zhang Kui will kill five generals, Feihu and Feihu. The two brothers Biao were both beheaded by the horse. It is a pity that the Huang family is a loyal family. Father and son sacrificed their lives one after another. I beheaded his horse first, then killed his mother, and then Wei Hu sacrificed the magic pestle to beat Zhang Kui into powder, and... ...Tu Xingsun and his wife both died in battle..."

Ao Cunxin was startled to hear a series of bad news, even though he already knew the fate of these people, he still couldn't help feeling tight in his chest, and said softly, "The dead are gone, let's take care of the living."

"Yeah." Yang Jianyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the conversation turned away: "Yuan Hong, Chang Hao and Wu Long under his command are all evil spirits, and Chang Hao is the incarnation of a snake spirit, who hides in the black mist and hurts people when he is red-eyed. Then it turned into a centipede, with two wings on its body, it swooped down and cut off the snake's head. Wu Long..."

Ao Cunxin lowered her head and quietly held Yang Jian's hand. Hearing that he suddenly stopped talking, she raised her eyes in doubt, but saw that he didn't move, seemed to be unconscious, and hurriedly patted his face, but there was no response , try the temperature on his forehead, it's all right, but she doesn't know how to check his wrist pulse, she just feels that the pulse is still stable, so there must be no serious problem.

His complexion was still the same as usual, not like he was injured, but the slight sadness between his brows lingered like mist.

What is he worrying about?

Ao Cunxin took a deep breath, picked up a dead branch from the courtyard and turned it into a wooden barrel, fetched natural well water, hugged him and took off his blood-stained clothes.

The knife on his back was badly wounded.Even the king of Xirong could count Yang Jian's heart, boldly slashed the blade at her, and was sure that Yang Jian would sacrifice his life to save her.How happy would she have been when she found out that he was willing to protect her in the past—the distant past of Ao Cunxin?

Ao Cunxin stopped twisting the towel, her eyes stared blankly at the empty air, the blood on the towel fell back into the tub drop by drop, making small ripples one after another, gradually turning the clear well water red.

Isn't this what she once dreamed of?He dreams that he can put her in his heart and give everything for her.

Ao Cunxin wiped away the wounds on his body, and cast a spell to clean up the blood-stained clothes like new.He closed his eyes and lay on his side on the dilapidated straw mat, but his calm demeanor seemed to be unearthly, and even the soft red and ten feet of turbidity could not desecrate him at all.

She would rather face Yang Jian who was willing to cry in front of her because of Mei Chan's death.

How could she convince herself to hurt the man named Yang Jian in front of her?Whenever Ao Cunxin questioned himself like this, he would hatefully think of the hateful image of the five-short bald head under Yuexia.Is the old man messing with her?If so, what did he want to force her to understand?Ao Cunxin couldn't think of it, and didn't even bother to think about it.

By the time she took care of Yang Jian properly, she was too tired to keep her eyelids open.

"I can't do enough for you." Ao Cunxin lay beside him, gently touching his beautiful dark red thin lips with trembling fingers.

……

Ao Cunxin was awakened by a slight movement, and when she looked up, she saw Yang Jian leaning forward and wiping the blood on his lips with the back of his hand.

"You..." Seeing that he was vomiting blood, Ao Cunxin woke up quickly, stood up to help him breathe, frowned and smiled: "You don't have to be so excited when you wake up and see that I haven't run away, right?"

Yang Jian ignored her joke, closed his eyes, and wiped the blood off his lips repeatedly with his fingertips.

"Why didn't you tell me that the internal injury was so serious?"

Yang Jian is just indifferent