After dressing up as a demon

Sudden suffocation.

The pain in the internal organs was overwhelming.

Shen Cang slipped from the canopy that grew out of the gap in the cliff, fell into the mountain stream, and sank rapidly to the sound of water in his ears.

The water pressure squeezes against the eardrum.

It seemed that there was a call other than the sound of water, but he couldn't really hear it.

"Shen Cang..."

Shen Cang barely opened his eyes.

Directly above, a pitch-black figure was trying to dive down.

A hand passed through the water and reached out to him with all the strength in his body.

"Shen Cang!"

Consciousness gradually blurred.

Shen Cang didn't respond, and closed his eyes.

Jiang Yundu shrank his pupils sharply, and finally swam to Shen Cang.

He raised his hand to stop Shen Cang's waist, and led him straight back to the surface of the water.

"Shen Cang!" Jiang Yundu looked at Shen Cang's pale face, and swam towards the shore at a faster speed.

It is still winter, the grass and trees at the bottom of the cliff are green, and the scenery is like spring.

A wide curtain of water crashed into the lake from a height, and white foam splashed.

Although the lakeside is not like the top of the mountain covered with snow and ice, the lake water is bone-chillingly cold, and with the breeze blowing, the clothes on the body are like a layer of ice and snow next to the body.

Shen Cang fell asleep, his short breath condensed into white air, trembling occasionally inadvertently.

Regardless of the injury, Jiang Yundu first used his internal energy to evaporate the moisture in the clothes, and then helped him sit up and healed his injuries.

Unknowingly, there seemed to be a heat surge in the injured meridians.

Wisps of red light came silently, winding and lingering from behind him.

The jet-black cloak that was broken when he fell off the cliff was torn everywhere, and a faint red light was walking under the black fur, looming.

Jiang Yundu's eyes were only fixed on Shen Cang's face, refusing to let go of the slightest change.

I don't know how long ago.

Just before the internal force dries up.

Shen Cang frowned slightly, coughed up a mouthful of blood dripping from his lips onto the front of his front, his breath was a little messy, and he finally woke up.

Jiang Yundu stopped his momentum and got up, knelt down on one knee, took him back into his arms lightly, lowered his head and asked him, "How are you?"

Opening his eyes, he saw this familiar face. Shen Cang's eyebrows were deeply scratched, and he sighed softly: "Ye Qing..."

He wanted to say that Jiang Yeqing shouldn't risk jumping off the cliff to save him, a man who must die.

At the top of the cliff, he had the will to die, and his internal strength only protected Jiang Yeqing. When he was hit by everyone, his meridians were severed and his internal strength was exhausted. Even if he didn't die, he would be useless from now on.

Now that he fell down the bottomless Sunset Cliff, he still had his life left, and it was self-evident how much Jiang Yeqing had paid during that time.

But this is the end of the matter, and no amount of talking will help.

Shen Cang looked at the irregular long and thin scars on Jiang Yundu's face and neck, and also saw the damage and blood stains all over his body, and easily guessed the danger he encountered when he was unconscious due to the injury.

"Let's go." Shen Cang said softly, with blood dripping from his lips, his voice hoarse, "Don't let me drag you down."

Falling to the bottom of the cliff, it was a miracle that they survived. Jiang Yeqing had many injuries, which showed the huge loss of internal strength.

There is no one around here, without internal strength, and with him as a burden, if you want to escape, it will be even more difficult.

Jiang Yundu looked down at him, his chiseled face became more cold and hard at this moment, his thin lips pressed into a line to suppress the burning anxiety in his heart, and after a long time, he said: "No one has the right to kill you except me."

Shen Cang smiled lightly.

Amidst the laughter, his slightly trembling chest drew his breath, and he coughed twice more.

The glaring bloodstains dry and reappear.

Jiang Yundu folded his arms tightly around Shen Cang, looked away, and looked into his eyes.

Shen Cang's eyes are always indifferent, so weak, he still smiled slightly: "Call me brother one more time."

Jiang Yundu pursed his lips.

"You haven't called me brother for a long time." Shen Cang looked at him with a smile, "Just accept my last request, okay?"

"I won't call you brother."

Hearing this, Shen Cang suppressed his smile, and only said: "That's fine. The Shen family is ashamed of you, I'm not worthy to be your elder brother."

Jiang Yundu looked at him intently: "I said before, no one is qualified to kill you except me."

"what?"

Jiang Yundu's face remained unchanged: "If you die here, I will kill everyone who attacks you."

Shen Cang frowned, and was about to sit up, when the injury repeated, he covered his chest and coughed heavily.

The palm pressed behind him sent intermittent internal force to him, eager to save people.

The face in front of him had an indifferent expression and a flat tone, but the words in his mouth were ruthless.

"I can say it, and I can do it."

Shen Cang looked at him.

Since the last time I woke up suddenly, looking back on the past, the images in my memory are difficult to truly integrate, like the experience of watching others.

Only when he saw Jiang Yeqing did he suddenly feel a strange familiarity.

The Jiang Yeqing in his memory is not exactly the same as the Jiang Yeqing at the moment, and he is not unfamiliar with such a difference.

Perhaps deep in the memory, this moment is Jiang Yeqing's true temperament.

Including this sentence, he did not question it.

It's just that he is very clear that Jiang Yeqing will not swear because of the so-called "qualification", otherwise he will never jump off the cliff to save him.

In the past 20 years of getting along, they have been together day and night, almost inseparable, and there is always some brotherhood.

Jiang Yundu's deep hatred cannot be seen through, let alone pointed out.

Yu Qi circulated in his chest, and Shen Cang sighed softly again: "Ye Qing, if I die, it will also end the grievances of the Shen Jiang family."

Jiang Yundu didn't listen to what he said, just took his arm with one hand, turned around and carried him behind his back.

Seeing that he was determined to do so, plus what he said just now, Shen Cang did not persuade him anymore, and completely suppressed his will to die.

Yujia and Feiyunwu died unexpectedly. There are many witnesses who heard the truth on the top of Yading. Ye Qing regards it as an outlier.

If Jiang Yeqing killed innocent people for him, he would really be in debt of blood.

Can't die yet.

Shen Cang swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat to relieve the injury in his body.

Jiang Yundu looked back at him. When he got up, he hadn't stood upright yet, his feet were unsteady, and he took half a step. He stood there for a while, then opened his eyes and walked back to the shore.

—

On the road.

Half asleep and half awake.

Shen Cang realized that someone had wrapped several vines around his body, and maintained the weightlessness for a long time. After that, his feet fell to the ground and lay on a soft place.

The slightly cold water dripped down and patiently moistened the dry lips before someone helped him up from behind.

"Shen Cang, drink water."

The familiar voice is far away in the sky.

It was difficult to open the lead-filled eyes.

I couldn't see the sky, my mind was dizzy, and my body was heavy and numb, making it difficult to check the recovery status of my injuries.

A ball of scorching heat was rampaging in his chest, and his breath was like magma, making his mouth dry.

Gently pouring cold water into his mouth could not relieve the burning lungs, Shen Cang couldn't help but raised his hand and held the other's wrist unintentionally.

"..."

Seeing his lips moving, Jiang Yundu listened with his ears.

"hot……"

Jiang Yundu held the curly leaves filled with raw water, and fed Shen Cang a few more times.

But for the last time, the water stain slipped down Shen Cang's lips, and Jiang Yundu wiped it off with his sleeve, only to see that his face was no longer pale, but had an unnatural color of blood on it.

When I entered reincarnation, I seemed to have some impressions of mortal injuries in my memory.

Jiang Yundu frowned and leaned towards Shen Cang's forehead.

Sure enough, it was hot.

He helped Shen Cang lie down again, his palms slid down, pressed for the pulse of Shen Cang's wrist, and his brows were tightened.

In the wilderness, there were no mortal doctors, and no fever-reducing medicines. Shen Cang was feverish all over his body, which was almost fatal.

Suddenly.

Jiang Yundu's heart moved slightly.

In the first reincarnation, Shen Cang was reincarnated as a mortal doctor. He had seen Shen Cang treat patients, and also helped Shen Cang go up the mountain to collect and process medicinal materials. Herbal medicine for treating wind and cold is the most common, so it should not be difficult to find.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yundu put down the rolled leaf, looked at Shen Cang when he got up, took off his outer robe, covered Shen Cang, and then pulled out the long sword that had sunk into the ground with his backhand.

The crisp sound from the blade reached his ears, and Shen Cang opened his eyes in a haze.

He reluctantly raised his hand and grabbed the corner of Jiang Yundu's sleeve robe that was hanging down by his side.

With a heavy hand, Jiang Yundu immediately turned around, put one knee on the ground, and leaned over to look at him: "You're awake."

Shen Cang's hand fell on the back of his hand.

It feels cold to the touch.

But Jiang Yeqing's inner strength is strong, so he shouldn't be so afraid of the cold.

"You have a fever." Jiang Yundu didn't notice his movements, and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to gather medicine, and I'll be back soon."

Shen Cang looked him up and down.

After taking off his outer robe, the scratches on Jiang Yundu's body caught by branches and sharp stones became clearer, and blood oozes from the untreated wound, which was smeared in his dark middle clothes, making him look in a mess.

"I'm fine." Shen Cang held his cold hand and pressed it on his chest, "Ye Qing, you need healing."

Jiang Yundu said: "When you recover, I will heal myself."

The chaos in his mind was suppressed, and Shen Cang's consciousness was between sobriety and drowsiness.

"Take care of yourself." His words were only weak, "I won't die, you have to live well..."

Jiang Yundu held him with his backhand, straightened his thin lips, and watched his breathing become short again, then withdrew his palm, got up and walked out of the cave.

—

Apply coolness to forehead.

The smell of grass blades suddenly entered the mouth, Shen Cang frowned, and turned his face away.

Jiang Yundu never let go of his frowning eyebrows: "Shen Cang, take medicine."

In his drowsiness, Shen Cang waved his hand and knocked down the fingertips that were grinding on his lips.

Jiang Yundu picked up the medicinal materials again, glanced at him, raised his palm and pressed his chest on his chest, forcing the last internal force from the almost dry meridians, and poured them into his body.

Shen Cang slowly woke up.

"Take medicine."

Shen Cang swallowed the herb in his mouth according to his words, and when he raised his eyes, he saw his pale lips: "Ye Qing?"

Jiang Yundu withdrew his hand, his body swayed, but no matter how hard he was to support himself, he fell sideways.

Shen Cang raised his hand to catch him, but he was exhausted, so he could only pull him back in front of him, so as not to fall to the ground.

The weight of the adult man fell down, Shen Cang closed his eyes for a moment, before he could calm down, he looked at Jiang Yundu first.

"Ye Qing?"

Jiang Yundu also paused for a while, and said in a hoarse voice, "No problem."

Shen Cang turned his face, only to see that his black cloak was under him, and there was a layer of dry grass exposed under the cloak, no wonder it was relatively soft, but he was covered with a cloak, and a thick outer robe was added.

The high fever persisted, and his body was burning like fire.

Jiang Yundu only wore his middle coat and inner coat, and lost his internal energy to protect his body. His body was as cold as ice.

Feeling that there was still movement in his arms, Shen Cang lifted his cloak and outer robe, and pulled him into his arms.

The icy body temperature entered his arms, even if Shen Cang needed to cool down, he still felt the chill.Not to mention Jiang Yundu himself.

"Don't move, rest for a while." Shen Cang put his hand on the back of his neck, hugged him a little more, and said in a low voice, "Just treat him as being with me."

Hearing these words, Jiang Yundu's hands paused in the air, and after a while, he fell back behind Shen Cang, closed his eyes and let the deep-seated heat soak into the bone marrow, making it difficult to stay away.

Neither of them noticed.

Inside the torn middle garment, a faint red glow intertwined, piercing into Jiang Yundu's dantian protected by no internal energy left, scattered into the exhausted meridians, and disappeared quietly.