Peony Overlord [Rebirth]

Beads of sweat slid down Chu Xinle's forehead, and the blood on her shoulders couldn't stop, dyeing the snow-white cloak a dark red.

Xing Yanhong and Chen Fan also noticed that although they could not see clearly through the moonlight, they could still see that the blood was black.

"The arrow is poisonous!" Xing Yanhong's eyes darkened a bit.

At this time, Chen Fan didn't care about holding grudges, and knelt down on one knee and begged Xing Yanhong: "Master Xing, I will hand over my master to you now, the poison on the master must be removed quickly, you take the master away first, Liu and I Tai Niu and the others will arrive soon!"

"Dust...Dust..." Chu Xinle called out to him enduring the pain.

Chenfan stood up, fixed his eyes on his master, the moonlight washed his attractive gray pupils clear, his voice was a little hoarse: "Master, go first, Chenfan, I will go to you later."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked at Xing Yanhong: "Master Xing, my master, I'll leave it to you."

The two of them cleared up their suspicions at this moment, and everything else in the face of life and death vanished in smoke. Xing Yanhong nodded at him, and whistled, Chi Xiao came galloping from the forest. Xing Yanhong hugged Chu Xinle and got on his horse. Liu Tainiu and the others said, "I'll wait for you."

Chenfan nodded, looking at the figure that was getting further and further away, the assassin saw that Shi Jiaming was rescued, and hurried to chase him, but was blocked by Chenfan and the others, Chenfan glanced at Liu Tainiu, then at the others, and suddenly smiled yelled, "Brothers! Kill—"

Chi Xiao ran fast and threw them away within an hour, but Xing Yanhong felt that Chu Xinle's icy body began to burn hot. Although the wound on the shoulder did not bleed, the poisonous gas could not be shot out, and he started to heat up in his body.

It was impossible to continue the journey like this, and there was no post station on this remote path. Xing Yanhong saw a dilapidated thatched house that no one lived on the way, so he stopped his horse and took people in.

When the fire started, Xing Yanhong could clearly see Xin Le's current appearance. His face was pale, his lips were black and blue, and the blood stained more than half of the cloak red.

Xing Yanhong took off the blood-stained clothes for him, his injured shoulder was already bruised, Xing Yanhong had no choice but to touch Chu Xinle's cold face, and slid his healed wound away with a knife, squeezing the poisonous blood little by little Come out, when the squeeze is over, the sky outside has already turned white.

He took off his coat and wrapped it around him, hugged the drowsy man in his arms, let Chu Xinle's head rest on his chest, patted his back like coaxing a child, and looked up The clothes that were taken off next to him suddenly smiled, and said to Chu Xinle who was in his arms: "Yes, it's all the blood of your third son, it's for nothing."

Chu Xinle was confused, so she could only hum softly.

"Yi An, Chu Yi'an." Xing Yanhong patted lightly, shouted softly, shaking his body: "Do you still drink?"

In response to him, Chu Xinle let out a soft hum.

He looked extremely tired, his black lips and pale face seemed to close his eyes and never wake up again, his hair soaked in cold sweat stuck to his cheeks, outlining his frailty.

"Can't sleep, Yi An." Xing Yanhong blew against his ear, which made Chu Xinle's ears itch, but she didn't have the strength to lift her hands up, so she could only slowly rest on Xing Yanhong's thumping chest. Rubbing, I felt hard again, and then I struggled to open my eyes.

Xing Yanhong swayed more than before. Seeing the person open his eyes, he laughed in a low voice. Chu Xinle raised his eyes to look at him, and the fire light reflected on his face. Soften up.

However, there is a scar on the left side of the neck, just above the eagle eye, not too big, and you can't even notice it if you don't look carefully, but the scar is still deep red, it seems that it has just healed, it should be scratched during the fight just now Up.

Chu Xinle was dizzy with fever, closed her eyes weakly, wanted to laugh but couldn't even pull the corners of her mouth, and could only let out a rapid hum from her throat.

"What are you laughing at, huh?" Xing Yanhong swayed from side to side like a baby, lowered his head to touch Chu Xinle's forehead, nose to nose, and asked, "Yi An, what are you laughing at?"

Chu Xinle opened her eyes in a daze, saw the aggressive face in front of her eyes, and said angrily: "Every time... every time I meet you... nothing good happens... ...What's it called...Xing Boluan..." Chu Xinle was trembling all over, and she gasped for air every time she said a few words.

"Then what do you call it?" Xing Yanhong chatted with him patiently, never leaving Chu Xinle's eyes, not allowing him to fall asleep.

Chu Xinle felt her mouth dry, swallowed her saliva, and continued, "It's called Xing... Xing Yunlai... auspicious..."

Xing Yanhong laughed again, the frivolousness on his face disappeared completely, his eyes sparkled brightly, his voice was soft, he hugged Chu Xinle tightly, and said with a caring heart, "Okay, as long as Yi An persists, I will listen to Yi An .”

"Xing Boluan..." Chu Xinle felt sticky all over his body, he opened his mouth and panted, "Hot..."

Xing Yanhong didn't hear clearly at first, and then leaned his ear a little closer, and then he heard clearly, but the hug became tighter, and he heard Chu Xinle's meowing voice scratching his heart, and said, "I'm sweating."

"Hot..." Chu Xinle was in a state of confusion, and all the hypocrisy of the past faded away, and she muttered childishly.

Xing Yanhong sighed, warm and fragrant and nephrite in his arms, the third son Xing of Merry Yanlou can sit in his arms like this, which is considered as the utmost benevolence.

"Yi'an, you owe the third son a life, and you have to pay it back in the future."

Chu Xinle opened her drowsy eyes, recalled the illness she had just arrived at Shi's house, smiled suddenly, and said weakly: "Why...how are you... Like the big brother in my dream..."

The sun in the sky was dazzling, and it cruelly and violently melted the dirty snow on the ground, and the sound of melting snow was shrill and miserable.

When Xing Yanhong heard his words clearly, he hugged Chu Xinle's swaying body and paused for a moment. On the face that Chu Xinle couldn't see, there was a sudden realization of embarrassment and anger. As if kissing, the hot spray seemed to burn Chu Xinle's face: "Chu Yi'an, that night was not a dream, nor was it your eldest brother, I was the one who dried you and changed your clothes. It was the first time in my life that the third son served you The person, is you."

The scalding heat made Chu Xinle tremble, and the dizziness of hangover screamed in his head. Looking at Xing Yanhong through the haze in front of his eyes, the bizarre world was spinning in front of his eyes: "Then...then what should I do... ...Third Young Master...Yi An...I can't afford it..."

Xing Yanhong still has the smell that Chu Xinle yearns for, it is the condensed green grass, the refreshing sun, and the thoughts that Chu Xinle has never had.

He breathed almost greedily, sweating profusely, and the wrapped clothes were soaked, Chu Xinle turned his head away from her forehead and the tip of her nose, and burrowed into Xing Yanhong's arms, as if she was acting like a baby.

Xing Yanhong thought he was going to sleep again, and said, "Yi An, the third son will tell you a story."

"Hmm..." Chu Xinle echoed lightly in her nasal cavity.

"I am strong and have never been sick. I am taller than my elder brother and my second sister. My elder brother is with my mother and is handsome. But I heard from my second sister that my mother had an illness when she gave birth to my elder brother. In the end, all of them were transferred to my elder brother." He was sick, so he was weak since he was a child, and he couldn't hold a knife... His eyes couldn't see... I used to be young and didn't understand, and he didn't stay with me for long. When I was twelve, he I left Jiuyuan and never saw each other again."

At this moment, the proud and vigorous eagle cub felt unprecedented depression and loss. He used to regard his elder brother as his glory, which was the second belief after removing his father.

"Forget it, what to ask him for." Xing Yanhong collected his emotions, looked down at Chu Xinle in his arms, and found that his eyes were half-opened, listening intently.

"Let me tell you about my second sister. Her violent temper is exactly like my father's. Apart from her temperament, her strength is also similar. Although there are not many women in Jiuyuan, she doesn't kill people like her with a knife. I was blinded by the face my mother passed on to her, and she opened her mouth full of harsh words." The depression just now seemed to be just for a moment, but when it came to the second sister, the eagle cub was much more lively than before: "I didn't hit her less Beat, every time there is something wrong, the father and the second sister take turns to train, and after the father beats the second sister, I can grow into what I am now, thanks to my own efforts."

"puff......"

Xing Yanhong was talking excitedly, when he heard the sound, he lowered his head to see that the sickly man's pale face was flushed from the suffocation, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"You laugh when you hear me being beaten, Yi An has no conscience." Xing Yanhong said jokingly, hugging Chu Xinle's shaking body without stopping, and still patted him on the back with his palm.

Chu Xinle didn't hold back any more, she just laughed out loud, struggling to get out her hand that was hidden in the cloak, but Xing Yanhong refused.

"Xing Boluan, I feel... much better." Chu Xinle said.

"Shut up again." He exhaled as he said, "It would be great if there was medicine. Drinking medicine is better than covering it hard like this."

They stayed like this until noon, but no one else passed by on this road, Chen Fan and Liu Tainiu did not catch up.

The wound on Chu Xinle's shoulder still felt fine pain, his mind regained his clarity, and his strength improved a lot. He was wrapped tightly in Xing Yanhong's cloak, only half of his handsome face was exposed. He stood in front of the broken door and looked out. The glamorous beauty is much lighter in the winter sun and snow.

"Let's go, it's time to go back." Xing Yanhong extinguished the firewood and walked up.

Chu Xinle didn't look at him, and didn't answer.

"The day is full today, and the road is considered warm. Even if we have to stay around day and night, there is still more than a day's journey." Xing Yanhong couldn't tell what Chu Xinle was thinking, but he didn't say anything, and the two kept silent. .

His eyes were uncomfortably dazzled by the sunlight, he closed them, opened them again, looked up at the sun for a long time, ignoring the sunlight, until the tears in his eyes were stimulated, he recovered his senses, and walked forward.

"Let's go..."

Before he took two steps and was caught by the wrist, Xing Yanhong pulled him closer to his arms, hugged him with his broad shoulders and tall body, raised his fingers to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, whistled again, and saw Chi Xiao galloping Come and stop in front of the two of them.

Xing Yanhong carried Chu Xinle up, went up and sat behind Chu Xinle himself, stretched out his hand to grab the reins, Chi Xiao raised his hooves and galloped forward, stirring up snow particles all over the sky, and when the snow particles fell to the ground again, Since the backs of the two could not be seen, it seemed like nothing had happened in this shabby hut.