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Almost surging aura overflowed along the young man's blood, and slid into Ao Zhan's throat with the warm blood.

The man's originally pale lips were dyed bright red, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, rolling down along the curve of the jawline, crossing his Adam's apple, and finally disappearing between the overlapping collars.

The majestic aura dozens of times higher than Zhang Qinglan's own cultivation is repairing the dark wounds on Ao Zhan's body caused by the lightning strike at an unimaginable speed... The blood of the young man is actually stronger than that stored in the warehouse. Those thousands of years of treasures of heaven, material and earth are still useful.

It didn't take a moment for Ao Zhan's aching muscles and blood all over his body to return to tranquility as if being straightened out and comforted.

The depletion in the sea of ​​qi was thus filled by warming. Although it would not recover completely, it at least leveled the deficit and curbed the tendency of Ao Zhan's spiritual qi to escape continuously due to being temporarily uncontrollable.

The blood flowing out from the wound on the young man's wrist seems to be more like a panacea at this time, not to mention the slight smell of blood, and even mixed with a few hints of cool medicinal smell, the taste is slightly bitter, and then the sweetness will return.

The mighty aura that doesn't belong to any of the five elements enters along with the blood, and leads to the internal organs along the tendons, and instantly submerges into the remaining scars in the man's body, nourishing it gently, and even dispelling the residual thunder and lightning. to prevent them from continuing to erode Ao Zhan's original spiritual power.

The young man lowered his eyelashes, the emotions in his eyes were restrained extremely well, he stubbornly raised his wrist as if he didn't feel any pain at all, and pressed the wound cut by himself between Ao Zhan's lips, The opponent was forced to swallow several mouthfuls of blood.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the bitter aroma of medicinal herbs permeated Ao Zhan's mouth, making him stand stiffly on the spot, probably because he was too shocked, he didn't push Zhang Qinglan away immediately, but let the opponent's The cold wrist bone was pressed against the corner of his lips, motionless.

Feeling the spiritual power in his body that had been swaying wildly due to the thunderstorm returned to tame, Ao Zhan's eyes were emerald green, and his pupils shrunk into vertical lines. Then he yanked Zhang Qinglan's wrist, and stared down at Zhang Qinglan. Looking at the young man's half-pursed lower lip, he gritted his teeth and said:

"……What are you doing?"

At this time, most of Ao Zhan's injuries had recovered, but Zhang Qinglan's complexion gradually turned gray due to excessive blood loss.

The man only exerted a little bit of strength, and he was easily pulled so that his whole body shook, and a large number of grotesque images flashed before his eyes, and even Ao Zhan's questions that were close to his ears seemed empty and distant.

Zhang Qinglan was powerless to resist, so she took advantage of the situation and threw herself into Ao Zhan's arms.

Leaning his head on the man's chest, the young man opened his phoenix eyes and listened carefully to the man's heartbeat which gradually became stronger.After confirming that Ao Zhan is indeed in good condition, he pulled the corners of his lips and said weakly, "Of course I'm healing you, master."

When Ao Zhan heard this, the veins on his forehead twitched: "You!"

Not to mention that he has never heard that a few drops of blood from a mortal monk can heal the wounds caused by the thunderstorms of a real dragon. Just Zhang Qinglan's quite righteous and confident posture of drawing a knife to commit suicide is enough to make people's hearts ache. .

The young man's face was pale, and the wrist that fell in Ao Zhan's palm was limp and he couldn't exert any strength.The whole person seemed to have been emptied of all energy, his eyelids were half closed, and half of his face was buried in the man's chest, motionless.

Ao Zhan lowered his eyes, looked at Zhang Qinglan's lips that had lost all blood color, and felt complicated for a while, feeling uncomfortable.

The two of them had already left the gate of Ye City at this time, and along the muddy path extending out from the outskirts of the city, there were more or less fallen branches that had been affected by the thunderstorm before, surrounded by a large number of towering old trees, occasionally The birds chirped, and the rest was nothing but silence.

Ao Zhan has the body of a real dragon and is nourished by the blood of young people. He quickly recovered from the serious injury, tightened his arms, put his arms around Zhang Qinglan's back, and lifted him into his arms.

It was too late to find out why Zhang Qinglan's blood could have such an effect, Ao Zhan frowned, bit his sleeve with the tip of his teeth, and tore off a long strip of cloth from it.

After that, he held the young man's injured right hand with one hand, and carefully wrapped the wound on it with a soft silk cloth belt.

At this time Zhang Qinglan was close to coma, the exposed small piece of skin was cold, only when Ao Zhan was wrapping his wound, the tingling pain from his wrist could occasionally stimulate him to open his eyes.

When Ao Zhan saw this, the gully between his brows deepened.

Resting his fingertips lightly on the inner side of the young man's uninjured wrist, Ao Zhan focused his attention, feeling the gradually weakening pulse underneath, and even his body temperature was no longer as warm as usual, and even reached the point where it was no different from his.

Zhang Qinglan closed her eyelids, exhaled lightly, broke free from the drowsy dream, leaned on the moment when she was still awake, and comforted in a hoarse voice: "It's okay...I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

After finishing speaking, he yawned a little half-seriously, and nestled in the man's arms, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on the blue-black eyelids.

Ao Zhan's heart was suffocated, he only felt that it was difficult to breathe.

After a while, Ao Zhan lowered himself down, picked up the unconscious young man on his back, suppressed all the emotions in his pupils, left the dirt road on the outskirts of the city, brushed away the grass and trees on both sides, and walked deeper into the forest with a calm face go.

*****

The straw mat under her body was soft, and a steady stream of heat came from the other side. Zhang Qinglan frowned slightly, her eyelids trembled a few times, and finally opened her eyes slowly, pulling her thoughts out of the chaos.

As soon as Zhang Qinglan opened her eyes, what Zhang Qinglan saw was the raging bonfire burning by her hand. The red orange flames danced, pulling her own shadow on the ground as a long, thin, black streak.

Her limbs were soft and she didn't use much strength. After realizing this, Zhang Qinglan could only bend her elbows, forcefully stood up, and rubbed the straw mat under her body to half sit up.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Qinglan finally woke up and looked up at everything around her.

The sound of firewood being licked by the tongue of fire came to my ears, and a few flying insects flew past my eyes, leaving behind a subtle humming sound.

Most of the sights are jagged rocks. Zhang Qinglan looked around and found that he was probably in the depths of the cave. The damp smell of moss accompanied by the sound of ticking water diffused from the tip of his nose.

It was already late at night, and the straw mats and bonfire were still some distance away from the entrance of the cave. Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes to look outside the cave, and could only see a deep darkness.

As the young man sat up earlier, the loose robe that had been covering his body slipped off, and half of it fell on the straw mat. There were a few rustling sounds of the fabric, which attracted Zhang Qinglan's attention again.

Zhang Qinglan withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and looked down, only to find the exquisite patterns on the robe, which enveloped him together with the familiar smell.

The young man looked at the black and gold embroidered pattern on the robe with a calm expression.After a while, he raised his right hand and found that the wound on his wrist had obviously been bandaged again, the blood stains had been cleaned up, and it was wrapped with cloth strips and herbs, and there was a slight dull pain coming from underneath.

The cave was extremely quiet, and Ao Zhan was nowhere to be seen... There seemed to be no second living creature in the cave, and even his own breathing could be heard clearly.

The scene of the sky thunder striking Qinglong seemed to be still vivid in his mind, the young man's eyes darkened slightly, and he took a deep breath to hold back the thought of tearing open the wound again to let the blood out.

Before he fell into a coma, he had confirmed that his blood was indeed effective for Ao Zhan.

Not only can it repair the opponent's trauma caused by the lightning strike in time, but it can also drive away the remaining spiritual power of the sky thunder, preventing it from eating away at the opponent's muscles and bones.

Zhang Qinglan licked the corners of her slightly dry lips, raised her hand to support the cave wall beside her, and tried to prop herself up.

Xi Suo's sound was amplified by the cave, but was quickly covered by another footstep from the cave entrance.

I saw the man wearing a thin jacket, holding in his arms a handful of herbs whose roots were still stained with fresh soil, and the corners of his hair and tail were stained with water droplets. Wet footprints.

Ao Zhan found some common medicinal herbs from outside the cave, and just entered the cave when he saw a young man trying to get up, his face was pale, his breathing was short, and he looked obviously too weak, but he still refused to settle down.

The Dragon King immediately lowered his face, stepped forward quickly, threw the herbs in his arms to the bonfire, held Zhang Qinglan's thin arm propped against the wall, and said with a dark face:

"sit down."

Zhang Qinglan was already dizzy when she got up, and she didn't notice the change of the cave entrance immediately.Surrounded by the familiar atmosphere now, the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, allowing himself to fall limply in the arms of the other party, and being supported by others to sit back on the straw mat again.

Ao Zhan saw his weak willow and Fufeng's appearance, snorted coldly, and said in a low voice: "It's just a mortal body, it's really disobedient to try to be so brave."

The young man rubbed the corners of his eyes, and smiled innocently upon hearing this.Turning his head, his eyes fell on the man, his eyes were fiery and motionless: "Be obedient."

Ao Zhan felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him for a while, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover the young man's eyelids, blocking his overly hot gaze.

Zhang Qinglan raised the corners of her lips, but she was not annoyed, she rubbed against the man's palm, lightly held Ao Zhan's forearm with her fingertips, and sighed in a low voice, "You'll be fine if you have nothing to do."

With such an action, the cloth strap on the right wrist loosened, and the smell of herbs and blood mixed with it immediately escaped.

The actions of both of them are a meal.

Ao Zhan lowered his raised palm and looked down at the wound on the young man's wrist hidden under the cloth with a complicated expression.

A large piece of silence was immediately separated in the middle, and the silence permeated.

After a while, Ao Zhan finally took the lead to break the deadlock.He held Zhang Qinglan's forearm in his backhand, and slowly peeled off the blood-stained cloth belt wrapped around his wrist, with a faint voice:

"Tell me, who are you?"