Sheng Shi Merciful Light

After running for an unknown amount of time, Mu Ci woke up in a daze, and realized that the horse was no longer jolting, and she was bound in the warm embrace of this man.

Mu Ci was still covered with a cloak covering her head and face, she was sweating profusely, shivering when the cold wind blew, and her wound was stinging.

The man comforted him with a gentle voice: "Is it cold? It will be safe soon."

"En." Mu Ci replied softly.

There was no sound of chasing soldiers, so I don't know how the man got rid of him.Because Mu Ci couldn't see, his other senses were more acute, and the tip of his nose was filled with the warm smell of the sun and sea breeze from this person.

Mu Ci's arms were torn apart and placed on the man's broad shoulders and neck, her legs were spread apart, and they were hooked around the man's waist. She heard a magnetic whisper with a smile close to her ear: "Wake up and hug me!" Okay, clamp your legs tightly and use some force."

Mu Ci: "..." It sounds like true love is ambiguous.

Mu Ci did as he did. To be honest, with his former body, he could still survive in the wild, but now with this sissy physique... forget it, and try not to drag others down.

Mu Ci hugged the "savior" like a koala, feeling the man's slight leap, and he was falling weightlessly.The light sound of the flowing water in the river gradually became clearer. Mu Cizhishui knew his position after reading countless topographical data and guessing a little.

In the middle reaches of Dongning River, a tributary of Linhe River, Youxian County is adjacent to the river channel in Xiaguan County, and there are cliffs on both sides.

Looking at the direction, this man should want to bring himself back to Tianjing City.

Mu Ci felt like falling to the ground and smelled the abundant water vapor... Mu Ci shivered a few times and sneezed twice.

The man took up the rope and started wading, holding Mu Ci's PP with his hands. Mu Ci shrank back very sensitively, but it wasn't because of the touch, but because the guy's palm was burning, and he probably slipped off the rope with his bare hands. .

Friction generates heat.

The man didn't seem to notice it, so he patted Mu Ci's PP and said: "Don't move around, hold it well and don't fall." But he paid attention to raising Mu Ci's feet so that he didn't touch the water, lest he wet his clothes Get ill.

Then, Mu Ci felt that she was untied, and she put it down lightly, her back touched the swaying wooden boat, and the boat shook again with a crash, the man also boarded the boat, and left lightly, as if he was changing clothes ...

Safe!

It was so comfortable, after being tossed all night, and running for life on horseback for a whole day, Mu Ci's whole body was about to fall apart. Lying on the flat deck of the ship, she just felt comfortable and reborn.

Mu Ci didn't bother to tear off the cloak that covered his head and face, stretched his hands and feet, formed a large font, and closed his eyes to get lost in a daze.

The man changed his clothes and came out. Seeing Mu Ci stretched out in his sleeping position, breathing long and long, he smiled and shook his head: "He has a big heart, so he can fall asleep like this." But he knew that the young man was really tired.

He carefully carried Mu Ci into the cabin, and patted him: "Wake up, are you hungry? Have something to eat?"

Mu Ci stared in a daze in the cloak and said, "Water..."

Soon the man supported Mu Ci's head, stuffed the water bag into his cloak and stuffed it into his mouth.Just like this, the cloak covering the head was not taken off.

Mu Ci turned her head away and asked, "Uncooked water?" His stomach was too delicate, and he didn't want to leave the palace. After the most dangerous time, he died of diarrhea.

The man was very patient: "The boiled water is what you said in the disaster self-rescue booklet. It is best to use boiled water to fill the water bag."

"Oh," Mu Cicai sipped slowly. He was sweating profusely and was already slightly dehydrated.

Mu Ci knew that this man came prepared to save him and bring him on board.But no matter what his purpose was, Mu Ci didn't feel any intention to hurt, so he let him.

Mu Ci had already regained some energy, but her whole body was weak. She felt the boat shaking lightly, and heard the sound of the oars entering the water. The speed of the boat was slow, and it was going upstream...

She really wanted to send him back.

"How many people are there now?" Mu Ci asked.

The man replied: "There are four ferrymen in the stern, and there are only two of us in the boat."

Mu Ci wanted to take off the cloak, but was held down by one hand: "Don't take it off."

"Can't take this, or can't see you?" Mu Ci's question is always sharp.

The man hesitated before saying, "You can't see me."

Mu Ci always felt that the emotion of "hesitating" was not suitable for this cheerful and flying man, and his heart softened inexplicably, and said: "This thing is in the way, you can find a tape to cover my eyes. I promise you not to look at it." , you won’t do peeking things.”

The man seemed to chuckle, and he tore off a hem of Mu Ci's robe neatly, and took off the cloak.Mu Ci had already closed his eyes. He always kept his promise, and let the man gently tie the cloth strips on his eyes, and asked, "Will it be so tight that it hurts my eyes?"

"No!" Mu Ci raised her hand and touched the big hand bound behind her head, feeling the movement of this hand, and when the binding was finished, she directly grabbed one of the hands, took it off, and clenched it with both hands.

The man chuckled again, and leaned close to Mu Ci's ear, his magnetic voice was low and seductive, like the chords in the low register of a guqin: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Ah."

The man tried to pull out his hand gently, but was held tightly by Mu Ci, and when the young boy couldn't see and was afraid in his heart, he didn't pull it back anymore, and said softly with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you back." palace."

Mu Ci asked: "You know I am the King of Changle, so what do you call me?"

"Sith."

"Hu man? Your official words are correct."

"...A name, can you know that I am a barbarian?"

"Hmm... more than one name, I'll tell you the reason I deduced, do you want to silence me?" Mu Ci asked with his head sideways, covering his face so that he couldn't see his ancient well-free eyes, which could see through the vicissitudes of the world, only Looking at the small nose, delicate lip shape, and palm-sized pale face, one would think that Mu Ci is so beautiful and cute.

Sith touched Mu Ci's messy head with his uncaught hand, straightened his messy hair, and said with a smile, "No, since I saved you, I won't hurt you." .”

"You come from the sea, you have the breath of the sea breeze on your body, and your hands..." Mu Ci rubbed the rough lines on the big hand he held, like a blind person touching the bones, "This is the callus left by years of contact with cables. Not afraid of the ropes, he slid down from the top with his bare hands." He pinched the hard shell-like callus with his soft fingers, and the injured throat made his voice hoarse, but it added a bit of flirtatiousness to it. With a trembling voice, he said, "The storm comes as soon as it is said, and I don't care about empty hands. But it's better not to do this at ordinary times. If it doesn't hurt, it will burn your hands. Even wrap some cloth strips around your palms to protect your hands. The calluses are thick. , also affect the fine motor and tactile sensation of the hand, and reduce the precision of operating weapons."

Sith's hand shrank, the calluses on the palm were too thick, the feeling was indeed dull, but it was not without it, being touched by Mu Ci's soft jade fingers, it seemed to be brushed by a feather, and the itching came straight to the bottom of his heart.

Sith had a complex look on his face. Looking at Mu Ci, who was exquisite in appearance, soft-spoken and caring, there was no way to connect him with the rumored prince who was decisive, cruel and ambitious.

Mu Ci's beautifully shaped lips continued to open and close, and because of fatigue and injury, her voice had a strange hoarse feeling: "There are many barbarians in the sea, you have such a name..." Mu Ci moved his hand along the Sith The palm of his hand slowly moved up until he reached Sith's face, but he was dodged and his wrist was clamped by the big palm.

Mu Ci said: "Sorry, I just let you know in advance, even if you blindfold me, if I want to find you, I can always find you through clues and dig three feet."

"So?" Sith's voice was low, with a hint of danger.

"There is no 'so', you have no enmity with me, since you don't want to reveal your identity, I will respect you and will not look for you, so there is no 'so'... I owe you a favor, you can do it if you need it in the future Take the initiative to come to me, I will help you... do my best, Sith~~"

This name, two syllables, read from the tip of Mu Ci's tongue with a twisted rhyme, turned out to be a strong foreign accent, which is the most correct pronunciation of the barbarian name "Sith".

Just like his bearded mother gently calling his name softly.

Sith's heart was inexplicably soft, and when he saw the bloody and dusty cloth wrapped around Mu Ci's eyes, he knew that his journey was dangerous, and suddenly felt distressed. As beautiful as his lips and nose...

But no, Sith changed the subject: "It's late, are you hungry? Is it cold?"

"Cold!" Mu Ci has always been honest, and said, "Also hungry."

Sith let out a laugh from his chest, shook Mu Ci's cold hand, found a damp blanket to cover him, and said, "Let's go!" before going to get the food.

It was the dry food cake that was too hard to choke to death. Mu Ci took a few bites and refused to eat it.Sith felt that the young man's picky eater was cute and distressing, and he didn't want to force it. He found a bowl and poured water to soak soft bread, hugged Mu Ci with a smile, and coaxed: "Only eat this, wait until I send you back There will be something delicious. Don't be hungry now...I soaked the pancakes to soften."

"Eating too much coarse grains will accumulate food." Mu Ci stopped eating after two more mouthfuls. He has a fragile stomach, and eating indiscriminately is asking for trouble.

Sith felt distressed, felt the coldness of Mu Ci's fingers with the back of his hand, and wrapped the blanket tightly...

Mu Ci still said it was cold.

Sith simply hugged him in his arms, but after being warm for a long time, he could still feel that Mu Ci was shivering constantly, and Mu Ci didn't show weakness in such discomfort, Sith felt even more distressed.

"Still feeling cold?" Sith measured the temperature again with the back of his hand, and it seemed to be lower.

Mu Ci said: "I sweated, and my inner clothes are soaked." The gold silk armor is made of metal, which accelerates the loss of his body temperature, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Sith was obviously a good carer, so he took off Mu Ci's shirt in two or three strokes.Seeing the golden thread armor and the bronze cylinder, they were all put aside without curiosity.

Mu Ci didn't care that the golden armor and binoculars were seen by Sith, besides, he was hijacked before, shot an arrow and fled, now he was safe and relaxed, he needed a lot of willpower to mobilize even the strength of lifting his fingers.

In this situation, Mu Ci would not struggle needlessly.

Sith unbuttoned Mu Ci's inner garment, revealing the icy-white and slender body of the young man. With the bow light, before he marveled at the flawless skin and the two pink dogwood spots on his chest, he was covered by the terrifying bruises on his abdomen, neck and neck. The dark red blood coagulated bite mark on the collarbone, and a scratch on the left arm that still oozes blood shocked me.

The light was dim, and it took him a little effort to see that there were many old wounds crisscrossing the body.

Sith felt a tightness in his chest, and endured it for a long time, without asking any words, his clenched and trembling fists revealed his ups and downs.

"Do you have a change of clothes?" Mu Ci asked calmly, her voice was somewhat hoarse with a hint of weakness, but no weakness could be heard.

Seeing the bruises on his neck and neck again, Sith suppressed his doubts and anger in his chest, tried to calm his breath, then took the cloth towel, and gave Mu Ci a simple scrub with the clean water in the bag , used the wound medicine he carried with him, bandaged Mu Ci's arm, and then put on the prepared dry clothes.

"It's a bit big, let's make do with it, and I'll go back soon."

"En." Mu Ci felt relaxed and comfortable all over, and felt drowsy and sleepy.

Sith was a little worried, Mu Ci's body temperature was still very low, his hands and feet were cold, and his face was pale to transparent.He patted Mu Ci's face: "Don't sleep yet, let's talk."

Mu Ci didn't want to talk, because her eyes were closed all the time, she quickly became confused. She knew in her heart that her body had reached its limit. She didn't sleep all night last night and suffered from hypothermia. Fall asleep and never wake up again.

Sith patted Mu Ci again: "Don't sleep! Do you hear me? Get up and talk."

"Yeah," Mu Ci murmured in response, "Say it, I'll listen..."

"I'm alone... what are you talking about? Well, why don't I show you the stars." There was no way, Sith carried Mu Ci out of the cabin, wrapped the blanket, and lay down on the side of the boat by himself, and took Mu Ci Hold him in your arms to give him a little body temperature, and then untie the cloth strips tied around his eyes.

"Huh?" Mu Ci was puzzled.

Sith said: "Don't look back, I'll untie it for you, open your eyes...it's easy to fall asleep if you close them."

Mu Ci mobilized a lot of willpower to tear off the eyelids that were almost stuck together, and saw a bright sea of ​​stars shining above the dark blue sky.

gorgeous!

The universe is vast and deep, and the nebula is magnificent.

Even a star that has been around for hundreds of millions of years is also small and short-lived to the universe. When human beings who are even more insignificant like a speck of dust look up at the starry sky... Love and hate are indifferent, both honor and disgrace are forgotten, and the chest is swept away.

Mu Ci forgets everything, her soul penetrates the universe, echoes and touches with the power of the vast starry sky, mysteriously and erratically... The chest on the back is wide, the body temperature is warm, and it seems to return to the mother's body, safe and comfortable.

Mu Ci felt the cool and vital aura of heaven and earth around him, under the starlight, the fluorescent-like beauty flickered, and the spiritual vortex formed in the depths of his mind slowly moved, absorbing the aura to nourish Mu Ci's drowsy head.

There was a heat source attached to his back, which kept giving him peace and warmth, making Mu Ci feel comfortable and open every pore, and couldn't suppress a soft moan from his throat.

"Hmm~"

Sith smiled and said in a low voice: "The stars are beautiful." They were too close, like Nong Nuan whispering.

"Ok!"

"Let me tell you a story about the starry sky." With a silky and magnetic voice, Sith narrated the beautiful myths about constellations that have been circulated in ancient overseas countries thousands of years ago on this planet.