flapping wings

But Qi Ping did not deserve to die, the moment the knife handle touched the deck, Mu Xiaoque's arm wrapped around his shoulder and dragged him back.

Following the movements of the two of them, the boat shook violently, and ripples appeared on the surface of the river.

Putting Qi Ping face down on the deck, Mu Xiaoque took off his coat and put it under Qi Ping's face with one hand, and patted the back of his head with the other hand: "Don't sleep."

"Oh," came Qi Ping's muffled voice, "I'm so cold."

"It's cold in the morning," Mu Xiaoque said as he took off Qi Ping's shirt, the knife was stuck in his ribs, and if it went a little higher, it could directly stab into the back of his chest.

Because the knife stayed in the flesh for too long, and soaked in water for a long time, the wound looked very bad.

"Can you hug me?" Qi Ping said weakly, "Your palms are so hot."

"No," Mu Xiaoque took out a few small porcelain bottles from her bosom, opened the bottle stoppers and looked, although the medicine powder was mixed with water, but fortunately, only a thin layer was soaked.

He picked out the wet part with his little finger and put it beside him. He didn't hear the other party's answer for a long time. He explained: "We don't have any clothes on."

"What are all men afraid of?" Qi Ping snorted, obviously disliking his explanation, but he didn't linger on this topic, "Then how about you compliment me?"

Mu Xiaoque tore off her inner garment, scrubbed it in the river water for a few times, tore off a piece of long cloth, and squeezed out the last trace of true energy in her dantian to dry it.

Hearing Qi Ping's request, he frowned and thought for a moment, "I can't find it."

A muffled laugh sounded, and Qi Ping stopped talking, apparently out of anger.

Mu Xiaoque gently pulled out the knife, and a stream of blood gushed out. He quickly sprinkled a thick layer of golden sore medicine, but the blood continued to wash away.

Repeated several times in a row, until the whole bottle of medicine was drained, the blood gradually stopped. Qi Ping lay there without saying a word, not even moving.

"Pain?" There was no movement.

"Cold?" There was no movement.

"Hello!" There was still no movement.

"You look good," just after the words were finished, there was finally a soft hum.

Although Qi Ping wanted not to close his eyes, he still couldn't help falling asleep several times.

When he fell into a deep sleep for the last time, he felt in a daze that someone was hugging him, and whispered to him: "Sleep, I won't die."

When Qi Ping woke up again, he found himself lying in the cabin, covered with a wooden coat, next to the burning stove.

The bubbling fish soup was still simmering on the stove, and Mu Xiaoque was sitting on the other side of the stove, looking at the river in the distance.

"Are you awake?" Mu Xiaoque's voice sounded.

"I'm not awake," Qi Ping rubbed his eyes and yawned, Mu Xiaoque turned around, with that still indifferent face, took out a bowl, filled a bowl of fish soup and put it next to Qi Ping's head, "Drink it .”

"How long have I slept?" Qi Ping asked hoarsely after taking a sip of the fish soup.

"Two days and one night," Qi Ting drank the soup calmly, the hot soup warmed his stomach all the way, and the feeling of falling apart in his body was relieved.

He looked at Mu Xiaoque and asked with a smile, "Then how did you feed me soup these days?"

"Hard irrigation," Mu Xiaoque looked at Qi Ping, not understanding what was the point of asking.

Qi Ping frowned and put down the bowl, put his hands on the boat and moved close to Mu Xiaoque until the tip of his nose was almost touching, before stopping, "Didn't it be mouth to mouth? If you were unconscious, I would definitely not be so rough to you. "

"Then I'll try to stay awake from now on," Mu Xiaoque put his hands on Qi Ping's face and pushed him away, got up and picked up the half bowl of fish soup and ordered: "Drink it."

Qi Ping turned his head and didn't reach out to take it, Mu Xiaoque got up and put his hands behind his head, then stuffed the rim of the bowl into Qi Ping's mouth and started to drink.

Until Gudong Gudong finished drinking the whole bowl, Mu Xiaoque put down the bowl and asked, "Do you want more?"

Qi Ping glared at him and lay down again, secretly swore that he would be a dog if he ignored him again. After lying down for a while, he finally couldn't help reminding: "Don't lose the boat."

"It's not lost, it's still going downstream," Mu Xiaoque simply responded, looking at Qi Ping's eyes that had been closed again, turned around and paddled towards the shore.

Soon they arrived at a small ferry, and Mu Xiaoque used a boat to exchange stutters with the fishermen here.

It was learned from these local people that it was not luck that they did not encounter the attackers, but that they had diverted their way and they came ashore from a tributary of the Guanlan River.

"Is there a nearby town?" After eating, Mu Xiaoque asked the fisherman brother.

"Yes, Linshui Town, it takes an afternoon to walk from here." The eldest brother looked at Qi Ping's bloodless face and stood up. "I'll ask if anyone in the village wants to enter the city. Let's give you a ride."

After a full meal, Qi Ping recovered a lot of energy, he and Mu Xiaoque were lucky, the elder brother really asked a villager who was going to the town.

...............

Qi Ping was lying on the bed in the inn in a daze, when there was a knock on the door, he lifted the quilt to cover his face and ignored it.

After a while, there was the creaking sound of the door opening and closing, and someone walked towards the bed, the sound was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Qi Ping reached out to hold his sword, fell asleep again without moving, and after a while, the quilt covering him was completely lifted.

Someone undress him!

Qi Ping suddenly opened his eyes wide, holding the scabbard in his hand and laying it across his chest, he shrank involuntarily into the bed.

But when he saw the person coming, he breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking about it for a second, he took the initiative to move forward, grabbed Mu Xiaoque's hand and began to take off his clothes.

Mu Xiaoque pulled out her hand: "Seeing that you are in good spirits, the water is by the bed, wipe it off yourself, I'll go out first."

After speaking, he stood up and was about to leave, Qi Ping finally realized at this moment, he quickly grabbed his hand and shouted: "Don't go, don't go."

Then suddenly he groaned in pain and fell onto the bed, half-closed his eyes and began to moan, looking extremely pitiful.

"Put on the obscene trousers," Mu Xiaoque turned around holding the cloth towel and saw Qi Ping lying naked on the bed with his temples protruding.

He looked away slightly, picked up the obscene trousers that were thrown on the ground and threw them on Qi Ping's lap, a small stone picked up by the trousers accidentally hit Qi Ping's vitals.

A few seconds later, a miserable howl suddenly woke up the entire inn.

After wiping his body, Qi Ping didn't dare to do anything wrong again, thanked Mu Xiaoque politely, and went back to bed to lie down again.

It didn't matter when Mu Xiaoque left, she had already fallen asleep.

He was soundly asleep when he felt someone push him, and he asked in a daze, "What are you doing? You're always pissing me off!"

"Drink the medicine!"

Although Qi Ping was not angry about getting up, he was still a little unhappy to be woken up two or three times.

He turned his back to Mu Xiaoque, and his whole body shrank into the quilt into a quail.

After a while, he was tossed by Mu Xiaoque again, and then his cheeks were grabbed hard, and a spoonful of warm medicine was poured into his mouth.

Qi Ping was almost nauseated by the bitter taste, he stuck out his tongue and wanted to push the medicine out.

Naihe Mu Xiaoque pressed his tongue tightly with a spoon, so he could only bite the bullet and swallow, then raised his head and looked at the other party resentfully.

"good."

Qi Ping hummed in satisfaction, stopped resisting, and obediently drank all the medicine in the bowl, not even the bottom left.

In a daze, he felt another thing was stuffed into his mouth, he licked it, and the sweet taste spread in his mouth, it was lump sugar.

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Rested in Linshui Town for two days, and when Qi Ping recovered from his injuries, the two continued to rush to Yunhe City.

Although there were another wave of assassinations along the way, it was not as difficult as in the water, so it can be regarded as a smooth journey.

Two days later, at dusk, Hongyan City was close at hand.

"I heard that the youngest son of the head of the Qingyang Sect was killed, and his body was abandoned in the wilderness. When he was found, more than half of it was in the stomach of wild animals."

"That kid just entered the rivers and lakes, and his hair hasn't even grown yet. How could he commit such a fatal disaster? Or is it that his father's old account was settled on him? I heard that his father's concubine robbed someone else Wife, hey hey hey!"

"What's the point of chewing your tongue? You don't want to kill everyone, but you regret your life. There are so many twists and turns in this matter. A few days ago, that kid killed a few people from the Demon Dao. I saw the corpse with my own eyes."

"Yes, yes, I saw it too, but it's a pity that I didn't see the process. Now that this kid is killed, it should be the devil seeking revenge."

"The head of the Qingyang faction really robbed other people's wives to be concubines?" Qi Ping sat at the next table and listened to these gossips, his heart was filled with turmoil.

He knew that the Qingyang sect was a well-known sect in the world, with strict discipline. It was said that the disciples of the sect were not even allowed to go whoring. He did not expect the head of the sect to do such an exciting thing.

"Fake," Mu Xiaoque glanced back at Qi Ping, looked at the other party's sparkling eyes, and finally couldn't hold back gossip once: "That's his own wife, who eloped with a servant, and the youngest son is not actually his own." of."

Qi Ping's eyes suddenly became brighter. The story of a generation of sect leaders being greened by others is obviously more exciting than greening others.

What's more, even the son is not his own, and the green hat on his head is no longer the Hulun Buir Grassland.

If this kind of family ugliness were exposed, it is estimated that even the Qingyang faction would be reduced to being ridiculed.

Thinking of this, Qi Ping frowned suddenly, but his eyes lit up again.

He got up and sat next to Mu Xiaoque, leaned into the other's ear and whispered: "Is it also the Qingyang faction that robbed other people's wives to be concubines?"

A gust of hot air hit, Mu Xiaoque's ears couldn't help shaking, he dodged a little, and pushed Qi Ping away with a little disgust.

But this person is like a dog's skin plaster on the upper body, holding his arm and not letting go.

"Release," after speaking, he cast a faint glance at Qi Ping's lower body.

Thinking of the pain that day, Qi Ping immediately let go and helped Mu Xiaoque straighten her clothes before reluctantly moving to the corner of the table farthest from this person and sitting down.

"Ah!...Ghost, ghost, ghost! It's senior brother, it's senior senior brother, it's none of our business, little junior brother, don't kill me!"

Everyone looked up one after another, and saw a man with disheveled hair and blood all over his body standing in the corridor on the third floor.

What was shocking was that this man was holding a knife on his neck, screaming and begging for mercy while slashing down on his neck.

Flesh flew from the first cut, and the man's scream became more intense, almost shaking everyone's heart, the ear-piercing scream almost broke through the roof of the inn, and resounded throughout Hongyan City.

The second knife followed, and the minced meat splashed out, and the tiny pieces of meat could be seen falling to the ground in an arc in mid-air.

There was a sound of kneeling on the ground, and the man burst into tears in despair, knocking his head on the ground.

When the third cut was made, a lot of blood gushed out from the wound and sprayed straight to the wall of the inn. From his appearance to the end, all of this was done in an instant.

The man's eyes suddenly regained a gleam of clarity. After seeing the scene in the room clearly, his heart was hit hard like a heavy hammer, and tears flowed out uncontrollably, washing the blood on his face like a water column.

Someone once told him, "Man, you can't cry all the time."

But that person is now lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open. He violently swung the sword in his hand and kept slashing at the person in front of him, wanting to avenge his brother.

Qi Ping watched the weird scene where the man slashed at him with a sword, his legs were so frightened that his legs were a little weak, and he was about to slip under the table while sitting on the stool.

Mu Xiaoque stood up suddenly, picked up his collar and hid back. Qi Ping looked over, and saw that one ear was falling on the position where he was sitting just now.