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The dagger that landed on the young man's arm flashed coldly, and the side that was illuminated by the fire reflected the shadows of the two of them, and the edges were slightly blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.

Ao Zhan's face was full of frost, Zhang Qinglan's left hand was tightly embedded in the phalanges, and the blade of the dagger was close to the skin/flesh of the young man's arm, slightly sinking in a slight arc.

"My king's internal injuries haven't healed yet," the man said in a deep voice, his eyes were deep, and he stared at the young man's dark pupils, "Since you want to repay your kindness, it doesn't matter if you slash again?"

Zhang Qinglan pursed her lips and said nothing, her whole body was as straight as a board, sitting in front of Ao Zhan.He remained motionless and let the opponent move, without even blinking his eyelids.

Hearing what Ao Zhan said, Zhang Qinglan's face remained unchanged, but his eyes wandered for a moment, as if he was thinking carefully whether the man's words were feasible.After a while, he nodded solemnly and said seriously: "You can do it."

That appearance was too serious, as if the person who just made up a mess in front of the man was not himself, and even deliberately raised his head to look at Ao Zhan, his black and white eyes were full of seriousness.

Seeing that the man hadn't moved for a long time, Zhang Qinglan frowned slightly, and was silent for a moment before softly saying: "Understood."

"Master must love me so much, that's why he can't do anything."

So, taking advantage of Ao Zhan's inattention, he pulled his left hand out from between Ao Zhan's fingers, and quickly grabbed the handle of the dagger.Immediately afterwards, he raised his right hand high, and swung the tip of the knife forcefully at the smooth skin on his arm, intending to stab it directly.

Ao Zhan's pupils constricted, and his heart sank.

Before the tip of the knife was about to touch the skin on Zhang Qinglan's forearm, the man shot like lightning, and almost at the same time, he firmly clamped the right hand of the young man wielding the dagger, and forcibly suspended the tip of the knife in mid-air .

With a black face, Ao Zhan said in a hoarse voice, as if his voice was forced out, "You are really obedient."

Zhang Qinglan let go of the strength in her hand, lowered her head obediently, subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her dry lips a few times, and said in a low voice, "Yes...obedient."

"The main body of the wick is blessed by a century-old wish, and its spiritual power is pure and peaceful. It is most suitable for healing creatures." Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes, frowned and said honestly: "It's just a few drops of blood, so what if I give it to you?"

This was said lightly, but Ao Zhan knew very well in his heart that the pure spiritual power contained in the fresh blood used to heal his wounds must have cost Zhang Qinglan a huge amount.

Just now, he was six points angry and four points tentative, so he reacted like that.

Ao Zhan half-closed his eyelids, raised his hand with a sullen face and rubbed the black spots on the top of the young man's head that had become a little messy.With complicated eyes, he tried to find some reliable information from the half-truth and half-fake nonsense of the other party.

Since he was imprisoned in Yecheng by Tiandao 300 years ago, his memories before that have disappeared without a trace.What's more, after all, it has been more than a hundred years. Even if the memory is still there, Ao Zhan himself is not sure whether he can still remember the village he saved casually.

Ao Zhan's heart trembled when he saw that the cloth wrapped tightly around the young man's right hand was faintly soaked in blood.

So he had to grit his teeth, retracted his hand and asked, "Is it that simple?"

Zhang Qinglan nodded quickly, afraid that Ao Zhan would say something else to question him.Although there is not much expression change on a cool and delicate face, it can still be regarded as sincere and serious:

"It's that simple."

Ao Zhan let go of the five fingers on Zhang Qinglan's right wrist, noncommittal.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, put the dagger in his hand aside, nestled into the man's arms, and rubbed his cheek against the man's shoulder.

A very docile look.

Ao Zhan's expression was complicated, feeling the thin and thin body in his arms, the dark look in his eyes did not fade.

Stretching out his hand to touch the back of the young man's neck, Ao Zhan pulled up the robe that had fallen on the straw mat, and lightly draped it over the young man's shoulders.

"Forget it," Ao Zhan held the young man's side face with one hand, fiddled with the slender eyelashes at the end of his eyes a few times with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "It's late at night, I don't want to bother with you."

The slight itchiness coming from the corner of his eyes made the young man subconsciously flinch a few times. Hearing what Ao Zhan said, he raised his face in disbelief and looked at him with frowns.

The inside of the cave is dark, and even on a summer night, the tiny water droplets dripping from the rock wall are enough to make the cave humid and cold.

The fire that rose next to the two of them made a crackling sound, and the dead branches and dry wood were swallowed by the orange flames. Occasionally, sparks exploded, making a small popping sound.

Although most of Ao Zhan's injuries have healed at this time, the spiritual power in his dantian has already been exhausted and has not yet recovered.He bowed his head against the firelight, and what he saw was the innocent face of the young man.

"Tsk," Ao Zhan gathered the robe on Zhang Qinglan's body in disgust, and said impatiently, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

This matter seems to have been revealed just now, Zhang Qinglan was simply flattered.

Even if he knew that Ao Zhan had just seen him injured, he just kept it on hold for the time being, and he didn't know when it would happen again in the future...he didn't want to cause side issues in the current atmosphere, and make other troubles.

Zhang Qinglan buried half of her face in Ao Zhan's shoulder, blinked her eyes a few times, pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing.

At this time, Ao Zhan's spiritual power was dry, so he couldn't use spells.So the two of them could only huddle together in disheveled clothes like they are now, and there was even dried blood on the youth's sleeves, and there was nowhere to clean them up.

Ao Zhan did what he said, and after telling Zhang Qinglan to rest, he stopped talking, frowned, and his eyes fell on the other's lightly closed eyelids for a long time.

Zhang Qinglan obediently shrank into the man's arms, and soon lost energy, her breathing became even and long, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling the light breath passing by, the man looked calm, and unconsciously brought him into his arms.

Zhang Qinglan slept peacefully all night.

……

In the early morning of the second day, the sky was faintly white.The morning sun broke through the clouds and splashed down finely.

The vegetation is verdant among the mountains and forests, and occasionally there are a few birdsong, combined with the gurgling stream, breaking the silence.

The young man's hair was tied back with jet-black and blue silk, and the robe he was wearing was so large that it was almost weird. The sleeves were folded a few times, hanging loosely on the elbows, and there was a suspicion of slipping down from time to time.

Zhang Qinglan followed behind the man with one foot deep and one foot shallow, holding a palm-sized cloth bag in his hand, and when he opened it, he found that there were a few pieces of dry and whitish round cakes wrapped in it, which was tasteless at first glance.

Ao Zhan held a dagger in his hand to open the way ahead, raised the knife in his hand, and cut down the thorns and branches along the way in two or three strokes, opening a small path.

Zhang Qinglan listened to the chopping sound of "swish swish" in his ears, swallowed the pieces of the round cake he was chewing in his mouth a few times, quickened his pace, and stayed behind Ao Zhan obliquely, not daring to fall behind.

Last night they had a hasty rest in the cave, and it was not until daybreak that Ao Zhan woke up Zhang Qinglan and started on the road again.

The carriage had been struck by lightning until there was not even ash left, and with the rugged mountain road, Ao Zhan's spiritual power had not recovered, so he could only rely on walking to shuttle between the dense forests.

The two of them have been walking on such a mountain road since they came out of the cave in the early morning, until now, half an hour has passed.

Ao Zhan chopped down the tree, and his spiritual power recovered somewhat, but he still didn't cast any spells.Occasionally stopping to wait for the young man behind to catch up, there seemed to be a gully between the two of them, the atmosphere was silent and they did not talk.

But soon, this silent atmosphere was broken by a change not far away.

In the center of the dark green grass not far away, the leaves were trembling, and there were a few whirling and strange noises.

Ao Zhan immediately slowed down, stood in front of Zhang Qinglan, and said in a low voice, "Don't move."

The young man stopped his movements according to the words, his cheeks were rounded by the round pancakes, and bulged into a small bag, staring at the whiteness exposed in the dark green grass, without taking his eyes off it.

After a while, the abnormal movement became more and more obvious, and the noise even alarmed the wild birds on the branches, flapping their wings and flying away quickly.

Ao Zhan frowned and grabbed the handle of the dagger tightly.

Blocked by Ao Zhan, Zhang Qinglan rewrapped the round pancake she was holding and stuffed it back to her front, took a step to the side, and stared at the jungle not far away.

Frowning, Ao Zhan took a few steps forward, and scolded in a cold voice, "Who is here?"

As soon as the voice fell, the bushes stopped trembling immediately.

Not long after, a white shadow flashed past, pushing away the bushes that were originally covered by branches and leaves, followed by a soft whimper, the voice getting closer to the two of them.

Ao Zhan reacted quickly, almost at the same time that Bai Ying had just rushed out from behind the bushes, he swung the black dagger that was tightly held in his hand towards the abnormal movement.

The blade pierced through the air and made a clear humming sound. Seeing that the dagger was about to approach the flashing white shadow, the blade was hit directly by a round wooden ball that suddenly appeared obliquely. Changing direction, the tip of the blade sank deeply into the hole on the other side. Among the trunks.

At the same time, a figure finally appeared behind the seemingly empty bushes.

The visitor was tall and tall, and his shoes rubbed against the branches and leaves under his feet, making a rustling sound.The cascading branches and leaves were pushed back by a wide palm, and they didn't return to their original positions until the person stood completely in the open space.

The man lowered his brows and eyes, but after walking out of the bush, he bent down first, gently picked up the white shadow from the ground, and wrapped it in his bosom with the cloth robe on his body.

It was only then that Zhang Qinglan could see clearly that the snow-white ball turned out to be a young deer that was born not long ago.In just a few months, there are hidden signs of small accomplishments in urination and defecation, and signs of enlightenment.

The young deer's front hoof was scratched by a sharp weapon, blood slid down its fur, and it leaned against the arms of the strange man who suddenly appeared, with a pair of round pupils dark and moist.

Zhang Qinglan followed the spirit deer upwards, and looked at the person who came, only to find that the person was wearing a light brown cloth, with a string of sandalwood beads hanging on his chest, and the top of his head was shiny——

It turned out to be a monk.

The young monk had compassionate eyes and peaceful eyes. He first hugged the young deer and coaxed him in a low voice, then he raised his eyes, put one hand on his chest, and saluted the two of them slowly, reciting in a low voice:

"Amitabha."