Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

The venom poured down like a heavy rain, Feng Xiangyue only smelled a foul stench, and then heard the filth clattering to the ground.As soon as he looked up, he saw Hai Jing hugging him tightly, the water-blue robe was covered with poison, and the poisonous insects curled up and landed on the ground one by one, struggling and twisting.

Intense burning pain hit, Hai Jing clenched his teeth, but couldn't help but let out a low moan.Feng Xiangyue grabbed him by the collar, her arms trembling in anxiety, "Who wants you to block me! Take off your clothes!"

Hai Jing forced herself to show a smile, stretched out her hand to untie her clothes, "...I said before, even if I risk my life, I will protect you well."

"...You idiot!" Feng Xiangyue was both anxious and moved in his heart, and at the same time blamed himself a bit. This sentence was not so much scolding Hai Jing as scolding himself.

He rushed to Tu Ling's corpse, rummaged through the corpse's clothes for the antidote, and after a while, ran back holding a white porcelain bottle.At this time, Hai Jing had already taken off his clothes, and knelt down on one knee weakly, sweat dripping down from the pain, and his face was pale.

And his back and arms, due to being eroded by the venom, several places have begun to turn black.Feng Xiangyue hurriedly bent down beside him, pulled out the dagger from his waist, lit the fire and set it on fire, gouging out the flesh bit by bit.

Hai Jing took a deep breath, his fingers clenched the dead grass on the ground tightly, and blood oozed from his tightly biting lips.Seeing this, Feng Xiangyue couldn't bear it, and could only say: "Be patient, if you don't remove the meat, the venom will still spread in."

Hai Jing just responded weakly and let Feng Xiangyue handle it.When all the carrion was gouged out, Feng Xiangyue held the bamboo hat in one hand and carried him to the carriage with the other, helped him into the carriage, took out a clean white cloth, poured the antidote on it, and bandaged him little by little.

Leaning against the wall of the carriage, Hai Jing still frowned in pain, feeling weak all over.Feng Xiangyue finished bandaging, put his arms around his body and made him lie in the car, took a blanket to keep out the cold, shook it and put it on Hai Jing's body, "Don't move around, I'm afraid you'll have to lie down for half a month to recover from this injury , I’m driving during this time.”

After all, just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Hai Jing gently held him, a smile spread across his pale face, "Master Gu, thank you very much."

The touch between her fingers flowed into her heart, and Feng Xiangyue was startled. Although she knew in her heart that she should be thanking herself, she couldn't say it no matter what. She could only whisper: "Thank you for what, hurry up and get better."

Hai Jing smiled and nodded, Feng Xiangyue withdrew his hand, sat outside the compartment and drove the car with a whip.But because of the loss of the door curtain, as soon as the carriage moved, a gust of cold wind poured into the carriage.Feng Xiangyue stopped the carriage, looked at Hai Jing worriedly, and simply took out the clothes from the disguise box, and hung them on the compartment as a door curtain.

Seeing Feng Xiangyue's actions, Hai Jing couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling very good for no reason.The feeling of exhaustion from the injury gradually came to him, and he no longer held on, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

When she woke up the next day, Hai Jing saw Feng Xiangyue sitting beside her with her eyes closed and resting. She was not wearing a bamboo hat, and strands of blue hair hung down from the side of her face and rested on her shoulders.The warm sunlight poured in through the car window, wrapping him in a hazy light, as if to melt him.

Seeing Feng Xiangyue's completely different appearance from usual, Hai Jing was in a daze for a moment, his gaze slid from Feng Xiangyue's closed eyes to the charming vermilion tattoo, then down the bridge of his nose, and finally landed on his tightly pursed lips superior.Thinking of Feng Xiangyue's meticulous care yesterday, he suddenly had a feeling that this person in front of him was not so difficult to get close to. Perhaps in fact, he was extremely eager for someone to be by his side.

Thinking of this, Hai Jing's eyes became softer. He suddenly wanted to understand this person. It had nothing to do with Nether Valley or his own purpose, just because this person was Feng Xiangyue.

Sensing Hai Jing's gaze, Feng Xiangyue slowly opened his eyes, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"It's much better than yesterday, thanks to having you by my side." Hai Jing lay on the carriage, tilting his head to stare at him, the light in his eyes was warmer than that of the morning sun.

Feng Xiangyue looked at him, and a feeling of warmth flowed through her heart, "That's good, let's have breakfast first."

After finishing speaking, he put Hai Jing's arm on his shoulder, passed his right hand under Hai Jing's armpit, and supported Hai Jing's body with his left hand, lifting him up against the carriage.Hai Jing was hanging on Feng Xiangyue's body, with his head resting on his shoulder, and his breath brushed against the side of Feng Xiangyue's face, and his skin instantly turned bright red.

Feng Xiangyue was shaken by Hai Jing's breath, and when he leaned against the carriage, he immediately let go, wiped his cheek uncomfortably, and took out the dry food from the bag.

Because Hai Jing's arm was injured and it was wrapped layer by layer, Feng Xiangyue tore off a piece of pancake and handed it to Hai Jing's mouth.Seeing how considerate he was, Hai Jing immediately frowned and smiled, ate the pancake deliberately, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Xiangyue, with an indescribably ambiguous look in his eyes.

Hot air brushed over his fingers, and Feng Xiangyue saw that Hai Jing couldn't finish eating a piece of pancake for a long time, and his movements became more and more unnatural, "Eat faster! We have to go on the road!"

"Okay." Hai Jing replied repeatedly, swallowed the pancake in one gulp, and licked Feng Xiangyue's fingertips with the tip of his tongue inadvertently.

Feng Xiangyue felt like getting an electric shock for a moment, his heart skipped a beat inexplicably, his face turned red and he froze in place.Hai Jing couldn't help being puzzled, and leaned his head closer to him, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing! Stay away from me!" Seeing this face approaching suddenly, Feng Xiangyue pushed Hai Jing away, but there was still a warm and wet touch on his fingertips, burrowing into his heart like little snakes , let him feel unbearable.

Seeing Hai Jing staring at her all the time, Feng Xiangyue hurriedly pressed his shoulders and turned him around, "Don't move, I'll see how your injury is doing."

Hai Jing said "Hum", and felt Feng Xiangyue untie the cloth strips on her body.And the moment Feng Xiangyue saw the wound, he couldn't help being surprised and said, "It's strange, it should take at least ten days to recover from this injury, but you have already recovered by [-] to [-]%. What's going on?"

"I've been more resilient since I was a child, probably because of the different mental methods I've learned." Hai Jing said casually, as if he was used to such things.

"Hmph, it may be that your skin is thick and rough and can withstand tossing." Feng Xiangyue said as he fetched a new white cloth, dipped it in the antidote and bandaged Hai Jing again, "Speaking of which, your love for you Fa really has no idea?"

Hai Jing's face suddenly became a little depressed, "No, I have no memory of what happened before I was seven years old, and I don't even know who my biological father and mother are. When I was seven years old, Fandu in the northwest was punished by the court because of the rebellion of the generals on the border. Fighting the famine, I only know that I suddenly appeared there, although I have a strange inner strength, I don't remember the past at all."

Feng Xiangyue paused, and glanced at Hai Jing in surprise, "Then how do you know that you were seven years old?"

"Father told me." Mentioning Hai Yingxing, a trace of sadness flashed across Hai Jing's eyes.

Feng Xiangyue nodded and continued to bandage him, "So, shouldn't your father know about your background?"

"I thought so too, but whenever I asked about it, he moved the subject elsewhere and never answered me directly."

Feng Xiangyue was full of doubts when he heard it, "...Why is this? Could it be that your memory was deliberately erased?"

"Who knows." Hai Jing smiled and turned to look at him, "This is the first time I've told anyone about this, so you have to keep it a secret for me."

Feng Xiangyue listened to his jokes, tied the cloth belt in a knot, and supported him again, "...you have not been serious all day, who knows if this is true or not, lie down quickly."

Hai Jing followed his movements and lay down on the ground again, with an aggrieved face, "Master Gu, when did I tell you a lie, and you didn't believe me?"

Seeing his appearance, Feng Xiangyue couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and patted him on the shoulder, "Stop talking nonsense and have a good rest."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door curtain and returned to the shaft of the carriage, waved his long whip, and the horse neighed, dragging the carriage and driving slowly.