Reaper of Faith [Quick Travel GL]

The smell of blood filled the room, and Shen Zhaoxi was very familiar with this smell.

She turned a blind eye to the threat on her neck, but chuckled lightly, "You're hurt."

It was not a question, but an affirmation, and there was not much panic in the voice, as if the person who was holding the knife was not her, and stated a fact coldly.

The visitor obviously didn't expect to hear such a voice in this kind of wilderness.

Like a spring in the mountains, and like the wind in the forest.

It is indescribably sweet to the ear, and a few simple words almost soften the bones.

"who are you?"

The visitor was silent for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice.

She didn't believe that a little girl would appear in such a remote hut without any purpose.

Countless conspiracies and tricks went around in his mind, Zhao Wanchen's face, which had already lost too much blood, turned paler and paler, but luckily it was invisible under the cover of night.

She tightened her grip on the dagger, but her heart sank.

If Sun Yushan's methods really went to this extent, she would not be wronged if she lost.

"Who am I?" Interestingly, the girl who was questioned by her not only did not answer her question, but chuckled lightly, as if she had heard some joke, and asked back: "I slept here before you came , shouldn't it be me asking you who you are?"

During the simple questioning, Zhao Wanchen suddenly realized that he seemed to have guessed the wrong direction.

I don't know why, but she is obviously on the line of life and death at this time, she shouldn't trust anyone easily, but when the girl's words came out, she chose to believe without a doubt.

It was as if he had believed in this person for a long time.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her voice and said, "What an offense. I offended you tonight. After I escape, I will be punished again in the future."

"Okay," Shen Zhaoxi reached out and tapped the knife on his neck, and said calmly, "Put this thing down, let's have a good talk, and I will decide whether or not to help you based on the content of the conversation with you."

She stretched out her hand at random, but she didn't feel anything, and Zhao Wanchen's heart trembled in fright.

This dagger was already the last weapon she kept on her body. It would not be used lightly when it was not for saving her life. Using force, in fact, carefully controlled the angle, for fear of accidentally injuring someone's life.

If it was in the past, it would be nothing for Shen Zhaoxi to hit her like this, but now Zhao Wanchen is seriously injured, and all the strength in her body is exhausted after pulling out the dagger, and she can hold the knife tightly because of her will. support.

"I'm sorry," she moved the knife, "I am the princess of this dynasty, the fourth daughter of the current emperor, the people who chased me were the people of the border general Sun Yushan, they brought hunting dogs that can track smells, I just came here to find some wound medicine , with no intention of hurting anyone."

This kind of temporary shelter built by hunters often leaves some spirits and wound medicine. The former is used to clean the wound, and the latter is simply to heal the wound.

Zhao Wanchen was shot by an arrow during her escape, and her shoulder was injured. Although it was not serious, it affected the movement of her right hand. In addition, the wound where the arrow was pulled out was not cleaned up in time. And treatment, inflammation and festering have already begun, and bleeding is the second. Zhao Wanchen has lived in the army for many years, and knows that this kind of wound is the most fatal.

So even knowing that this kind of place is easy to bump into others, she still took the risk to get in.

She slowly backed away, and Shen Zhaoxi also sat up. Taking advantage of the moonlight coming in from the window, she tilted her head and looked at the person for a while, and finally matched the picture pulled out from her memory.

"Princess Hengan?"

Zhao Wanchen still looked a little wary, "You know me?"

Shen Zhaoxi said meaningfully: "It's a pity that we can't light the lamp now, otherwise His Highness will definitely know who I am."

Lin Mingzhu, who was born in the Lin family, has a face that is quite recognizable in the capital.

Zhao Wanchen racked his brains, but he couldn't find a girl like the one in front of him from his memory.

She is the fourth daughter of the emperor, and also the youngest daughter, but she is not the most favored daughter. After Jiji, she saw that her father had plans to send her out for marriage several times, so she simply asked herself to be included in the account, and as a daughter, she did I became a soldier, struggled all the way, and finally became the current Princess Heng'an, or in other words, General Heng'an.

She is 26 years old this year, and joined the army at the age of 14. She has spent much longer in the army than in the capital. She often cannot find a few common topics with the noble ladies in Beijing. Most of them are silent. If you have to talk about the women you still know, counting with your fingers, there are only a few.

For example, the Pearl of the Lin family, Feng Yi of the Zhang family, and Qi Yun of the Zhu family.

These few are all among the aristocratic circles in the capital, and they are rare people who don't keep their eyes on the backyard, but look at the court, and even their family and country.

If it hadn't been for the fact that although the defense of men and women has been relaxed in the past few years, the civil and official groups have been fiercely divided, otherwise these women would all be regarded as high-ranking members of one party.

But now is obviously not the time to ask about identity.

Zhao Wanchen shook his dizzy brain, stretched out his hands to support the wall, managed to stabilize his body, bit the tip of his tongue, and used the pain to maintain the last sliver of clarity, before saying: "Do you know where the wound medicine is, I Just take the medicine and leave, I will never embarrass you, and you will go down the mountain in the dark, it should take some time for them to catch up."

No matter who the other party is, Zhao Wanchen is not willing to drag an innocent person down.

Shen Zhaoxi sighed lightly.

"Unfortunately, His Highness came to the wrong place. When I arrived here, there was nothing in this room except for a small bag of rice in the corner, a set of clothes, and this quilt."

Zhao Wanchen couldn't hide his disappointment, his dizziness became more and more severe, and he still insisted: "Then...then...excuse me, you should go down the mountain earlier, so as not to be discovered by them..."

Sun Yushan's dog came after the smell of blood. Although he didn't know the origin of the little girl, it was hard to find her no matter where she went in such a big and deep mountain forest.

Shen Zhaoxi did not respond to her words, but walked over barefoot, and under Zhao Wanchen's incomprehensible gaze, put his hand on her shoulder, and then lightly pressed it.

The pain severed Zhao Wanchen's last nerve, and before her eyes were completely plunged into darkness, she smelled a little fragrance of grass and trees in the embrace that greeted her.

Zhao Wanchen was really seriously injured.

Shen Zhaoxi took off her tattered coat, revealing a rebuttal body.

There were large and small wounds all over his body.

Some were scratched by a sharp edge, and some looked like they were scratched by a branch, or they were scratched by falling to the ground.

These mild wounds have begun to scab, while severe wounds have begun to turn white and even suppurate.

Shen Zhaoxi's index finger and thumb were pinching the dagger that Zhao Wanchen used to threaten her, slashing from the head to the tip of the knife.

If someone came to touch this knife at this time, they would be surprised to find that the temperature of the blade was astonishingly hot, as if it had been put into a fire.

The pain of gouging out the carrion awakened Zhao Wanchen, her eyes widened in the dark, her whole body tensed up, Shen Zhaoxi patted her forehead, and whispered like coaxing a white tiger these two days: "Good boy, soon It's okay, go to sleep."

Hearing this, Zhao Wanchen's tense body suddenly became relaxed like a string that had been taken down, his eyes slowly closed, and his expression gradually became calm.

Shen Zhaoxi has a lot of herbs here to treat trauma, which were sent by small animals in the mountains and forests these days. This kind of spontaneous tribute behavior is very common. Although she is useless, she still accepts them with a smile.

I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

The fresh juice dripped into the wound, and the crushed medicinal materials were finely filled into the place where the carrion had been dug out. Shen Zhaoxi tore Zhao Wanchen's own shirt into long strips and tied it on the wound as a bandage.

Meeting Zhao Wanchen was a surprise to Shen Zhaoxi.

Although she came to Zhao Wanchen to infiltrate, she faintly felt that the person who came would be beneficial and harmless to her, but she never thought that it would be a princess of a country who appeared in this kind of place.

Lin Mingzhu didn't have much contact with her in her memory, but she admired her very much.

Zhao Wanchen is also a female general just like she used to be.

If she was just an ordinary princess, Shen Zhaoxi might not be pleasantly surprised to meet her, but might instead stay as far away as possible because she dislikes her as a delicate and expensive princess, so as not to offend a little ancestor, but Zhao Wan Chen is a general and a famous female general, which means that she has military power in her hands, and what she says in the court is completely different from those princesses who are raised by the royal family and only have marriage functions besides eating, drinking and having fun.

If Shen Zhaoxi could get her help, it would be much easier for Shen Zhaoxi to get revenge on Lin Shenwei or help the Lin family clear their grievances.

As for those so-called pursuers, Shen Zhaoxi wasn't worried at all. With her around, if those tracking rights dared to lead people in this direction, the dog must have been transformed by people.

Animals have a much higher instinct for danger than humans.

Not to mention a Shinto monk sitting here, but the aura left by the white tiger in the past few days is enough to make those domestic hunting dogs dare not venture in.

Healed up the wounds on Zhao Wanchen, and gave her a ray of divine power—this thing is a rare item for Shen Chaoxi, who has no foundation in this world. The divine power she has now is the belief Lin Mingzhu had in her before she was reincarnated. Transformed, use a little less, but I don't want the child to be trapped by a wolf. If Princess Heng'an dies, where can she find such a good golden thigh?

Zhao Wanchen was hugged horizontally on the bed by her. After tidying up, Shen Zhaoxi yawned. The spiritual level of a Shinto monk is determined by the strength of his belief. A Shinto monk who is at its peak will not sleep all day long and fulfill the wishes of believers everywhere without fear. A Shinto monk like her, who was summoned by believers from another world, is not much different from ordinary people except for a little bit of divine power, so she tossed and tossed for more than an hour in the middle of the night, so sleepy that her eyelids almost closed together.

After taking a look at the ground that had been tidied up but had nothing to do with cleanliness, and Zhao Wanchen's not-so-big bed, Shen Zhaoxi hesitated for a moment, then moved Her Royal Highness inside, and lay on her side He lay down on the body, and lifted the quilt thrown at the foot of the wall to cover the two of them.

When the sky was about to dawn, Her Royal Highness had a fever, and her body temperature was astonishing. She fell into a drowsy sleep all day and night. She just felt that she was hugging a big heater in this autumn weather, and it was extremely comfortable. into his arms, holding her like a doll.

In modern times, she has been coveting those pillows for a long time.

Zhao Wanchen's body was heavy, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

A delicate face crashed into her eyes without buffer.