Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 1650: Zhuo Er is in danger

Wen Ren Ling sat on a embankment holding Zhuo Er, who was covered in blood. In the chaos, Shan Lie did not see clearly. During the escape, Wen Ren Ling seemed to be hit by the tiger tribe, but in the end it was Zhuo Er who blocked the attack for Wen Ren Ling.

Zhuo Er closed his eyes tightly, breathing weakly, and suddenly said with stammering lips: "Princess Ling, don't cry, I am very happy..."

Wen Ren Ling touched her face and found that the corners of her eyes were a little wet. She didn't even know that she was crying, but Zhuo Er, who closed his eyes, knew it.

In front of her was a spacious lake. The water was clear blue and sparkled in the sunlight, like a sapphire surrounded by mountains.

Among the countless alpine lakes in the north and south of the Qilian Mountains, Baolan Lake is not the most well-known, but it is the source of life for Wenren Ranch and has nurtured generations of people at Wenren Ranch.

Part of the lake water comes from melted snow from the mountains, and the other part comes from groundwater that emerges from the ground. It is clear and blue all year round, just like the pure and flawless hearts of the boys and girls at Wenren Ranch.

Wen Ren Ling smiled, reached out to scoop up water, and used the blue lake water to wash Zhuo Er's bloody face. She couldn't bear to see such a beautiful girl like Zhuo Er appear so messy and dirty even when she was dying.

Clean water washed away the blood on Zhuoer's face. The girl's face was beautiful and pale, and her lips looked particularly bright, like a delicate red flower in the snow.

Zhuo Er moved her lips, but she was too weak to speak, or perhaps she was hesitant and not firm enough in what she wanted to say.

Wen Renling said softly: "Zhuo Er, I smiled, do you have any other wishes?"

Many things he wanted to say flashed through Zhuo Er's mind.

——She could die in the arms of her childhood idol without any regrets.

——She could fight side by side with Wen Ren Ling and die without regrets.

——She finally truly defeated Wen Ren Ling for once.

There are many more things, which she has already said. She said softly, "I have never been married. Princess Ling, were you happy last night?"

Or maybe love had sprouted in her heart, and she tasted a hint of sweetness, but before it blossomed and bore fruit, she tasted bitterness.

She didn't know what the sweet fruit tasted like, and she was a little curious and looking forward to it...

Wen Ren Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Zhuo Er tightly, and burst into tears.

The sky and the earth suddenly fell into darkness and nothing could be seen. Then a silver explosion occurred in the dark clouds in the distance, and a silver waterfall landed on the grassland.

Then the darkness dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the sky and the earth were as bright as before.

Wen Ren Ling suddenly realized something and became very excited: "Zhuo Er, don't die, hold on, he's coming!"

Zhuo Er seemed to know that his time had come and that even the gods could not save him. He asked weakly, "You haven't... returned yet..."

Wen Ren Ling could not wait to respond, "Very happy, extremely happy, just like being a god, Zhuo Er, as long as you can hold on, you will be saved. Once you get married, you will be able to experience this god-like feeling."

Zhuo Er showed a happy smile: "I seem to feel it... I am really happy..."

Wen Ren Ling saw Zhuo Er's fingers holding her slowly becoming weaker and she was about to fall, but he did not allow her to fall and held her hand tightly: "Zhuo Er, listen to me, he loves you, he won't let you die!"

This sentence gave Zhuo Er a shot in the arm. Wen Ren Ling could clearly feel Zhuo Er's fingers tightly holding her, unwilling to let go, and was very excited about it: "Zhuo Er, hold on."

Zhuo Er seemed to want to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy to open. Wen Ren Ling hurriedly said, "Zhuo Er, just say whatever you want to say."

"Really?"

Zhuo Er's voice was so weak, but Wen Ren Ling could hear a hint of excitement and a desire to live.

"Really, really, he even said that he would marry me and then you."

"Why did you marry... me?"

Why? Wen Ren Ling's mind was in a mess for a moment, but time did not allow her to hesitate and consider: "Because you caught him first during the Hunting Man Festival! No, no, no, because he loves you."

"I don't...feel..."

"He has always been a reserved man, unlike the men in our Wenren Ranch. He doesn't act like a man at all... You are the most beautiful woman on this grassland. You are young and beautiful, strong and brave. The moment he saw your crotch, he fell in love with you."

Wen Ren Ling understood the power of love and talked nonsense.

"No other man has ever seen my crotch." If Zhuo Er wasn't so weak, she would have been very shy at this moment.

Seeing Zhuo Er responded quickly, Wen Ren Ling said excitedly: "Yes, yes, as long as you can survive, you can change into a more beautiful brocade crotch for him to see."

"That's not... what I meant."

Seeing Zhuo Er's response was intermittent again, Wen Ren Ling couldn't help but panic: "He likes to watch it, don't you want to?"

"I……"

"You have no choice even if you don't want to. He told me that next time he sees you, he will lift up your skirt and pull down your crotch to take a closer look."

"Forehead……"

This was another shot in the arm. Wen Ren Ling could feel Zhuo Er's fingers becoming stronger. He continued, "Come closer and take a closer look!"

Zhuo Er didn't make a sound, but Wen Ren Ling felt that Zhuo Er's fingers hurt her in an instant, and continued: "Zhuo Er, do you know the feeling of being kissed by a man?"

"Do not……"

"That stubble is a bit prickly. Every strand of it makes your hair stand on end and your whole body tremble..."

Wen Renling, a new woman, simply recounted the story of last night in vivid detail...

As soon as Xie Fu finished dealing with the eldest queen, he rode Feiyun towards the dam, leaving the rest of the game to the little queen.

Not long after he left, he heard someone behind him calling him, "Master Divine!"

They were all familiar faces, including Lian Hua, Xin Yi, Peng Mei, Shi Lai and more than a dozen other women.

Xie Fu asked, "Is there anything urgent?"

The girls just stared at Xie Fu, whose face was covered in blood, without saying a word.

Xie Fu had long been worried about Wen Ren Ling's safety, but he couldn't leave because of the tense situation just now. Seeing them dawdling and wasting his time, he said solemnly, "Just tell me if you have something to say!"

Lian Hua spoke up as a representative: "Master, we want to go with you." Xie Fu rebuked: "Why are you going with me if you don't stay on the battlefield to save the dying and the wounded?"

Xinyi said weakly, "We are afraid that Zhuo Er is also injured. Master, you are only concerned about Princess Ling."

Xie Fu looked confused. Is he that kind of person?

Shi Lai quickly explained: "Zhuo Er treated you like that yesterday, I'm afraid you might hold a grudge against me, Master."

Xie Fu immediately asked angrily: "Who said that?"

The women's eyes involuntarily moved to Peng Mei. It was obvious that these words came from Peng Mei's mouth. Xie Fu glared at Peng Mei fiercely.

I don’t know if Peng Mei was frightened by Xie Fu’s fierce gaze, but her eyes turned red and tears flowed out.

This made Xie Fu laugh and cry, and he said helplessly: "It is said that the women of Wenren Ranch are brave and strong, fierce and fierce, but how come they are as weak and frail as the women of Central Plains? It is really disappointing."

Peng Mei moved her lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word. Lian Hua explained softly, "Peng Mei's father just died in battle."

Xie Fu was surprised and dismounted. When the women saw him dismount, they did not dare to look down on them and dismounted one after another.

Xie Fu came to Peng Mei and smiled gently. Peng Mei was surprised, and then Xie Fu said, "Peng Mei, give me a hug."

Upon hearing this, Peng Mei suddenly threw herself into Xie Fu's arms and cried bitterly, venting all the sadness that had been suppressed in her heart. Men are like mountains, and there are some things that cannot be replaced by women. It doesn't matter whether Peng Mei regards Xie Fu as a man or a respected elder at this moment.

Xie Fu patted the girl's back gently. He could feel the deep sorrow of losing a loved one from her crying. He had never wanted to comfort someone as much as he did at that moment.

In the past, he believed that this kind of sadness could only be healed by time, and any words of comfort would be pale.

He said softly, "This person, whether he leaves early or late, will leave. He who leaves first will wait first. Peng Mei, your father will just go there first to wait for you."

"Where?" Lian Hua asked quickly.

Xie Fu smiled and said, "That place is not heaven, not the Western Paradise, nor hell. In that place, there is no body, you can't find me, and I can't find you, but there is a spirit, you can see each other, you can talk to each other, you can feel her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and even if your mental power is strong enough, you can immediately find the person you want to find in that darkness..."

“When your spiritual power is stronger, you can have light when you want it, and you can have fresh grass and colorful flowers when you want them. As long as you want, you can draw any beautiful scene like painting.”

Xie Fu told the girls about his wonderful spiritual encounter with Lu Yehua. Although his description was so vivid and real, they were still skeptical. The youngest girl, Shi Lai, asked softly, "Really? Master, have you been there?" Her mother died of illness when she was eight years old. Listening to Xie Fu's words, her heart was filled with happiness.

Xie Fu smiled and said, "I've been there once."

The girls screamed, and even Peng Mei became very excited. After all, their loved ones were not really gone forever, but had gone to another place first. There was no better comfort than this.

  Xie Fu looked far away and told the story of him and Lu Yehua: "My lover died, and I was so sad that I risked my life to find her. In that dark place, I couldn't see or touch anything, and I was crying.

I was crying out to the heavens, feeling miserable and sad, and suddenly I heard her voice, telling me not to cry..."

Because this was a real thing, it sounded very vivid to the girls and was by no means a fabricated story.

She was happy for the sweetness of the two being able to be together in that place, and was also moved by Xie Fu's loyalty in following her until her death.

When she heard that Xie Fu finally left his lover there and came back alone, the woman's sentimental heart couldn't help but turn red and she burst into tears.

Lian Hua, who had just become a wife, tasted the sweetness of love and said angrily, "Master, why don't you bring her back?"

"There's a saying that goes, 'The dead cannot be resurrected. If the dead could be resurrected, wouldn't the world be in chaos? I was not dead at the time, I was rescued by someone. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to come back even if I wanted to."

As he spoke, he looked at Peng Mei: "But it's good this way. I know she's waiting for me there. When I finish my life on earth, I will naturally go to meet her."

Peng Mei pursed her lips and said aggrievedly: "Master, is what you said true?"

"The divine master doesn't lie."

Peng Mei burst into laughter.

Xie Fu touched the girl's head like a loving elder and waved his hand, saying, "Okay, go back and help clean up the battlefield. The Divine Master is not a petty person."

A dozen people responded in unison like a group of obedient little girls: "Okay!"

Xie Fu rode Feiyun and galloped eastward until he reached the foot of the mountain. From afar, he saw a dam full of man-made traces standing before him. It was like a giant with its arms outstretched to stop the mountain from collapsing.

Seeing this magnificent scene, Xie Fu couldn't help but marvel at the greatness of human wisdom, but he had no idea that this was the result of the efforts of many generations and the blood and sweat of countless people.

Xie Fu shouted loudly: "Sister Ling!"

His throat was still a little hoarse and his voice was not very clear, so he planned to move closer and shout. Soon he saw a black dot under the embankment. His eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people. He saw clearly that it was the black dragon rider of the drow. He was immediately delighted. If the horse was here, it meant that the person was here too.

When they got closer, they found that the Black Dragon Rider was covered in blood and lying on the ground injured. If no one rescued him, he would surely die.

To the Black Dragon Riders, Xie Fu was a stranger. When they saw him approaching, they struggled to get up, but they were too weak and only their four hooves kicked in vain.

Xie Fu hurriedly stroked the horse's neck to comfort it: "Zhuo'er, I am Zhuo'er's friend."

Perhaps it was because he understood the familiar word "Drow", or perhaps it was because Xie Fu's gentle tone made the Black Dragon Rider feel his kindness, and the Black Dragon Rider calmed down.

"I know you are in pain now, let me help you."

As he spoke, he was about to use the blessing mantra to relieve the Black Dragon Rider's pain. As soon as his mind moved, the blood that had not yet dried in his nose began to bleed. It was because he had just used the heaven-defying Small Thunder God-Destroying Mantra. His mind was drained, his chakras were damaged, and he could not use any Taoist mantra.

The reckless Xie Fu is still the reckless Xie Fu. Ever since he obtained the divine vein, he has become even more reckless and completely ignored Sima Yuntai's warnings.

After a quick look at the Black Dragon Rider's injuries, the extensive external bleeding was not the only problem, but it was also impossible to tell whether his internal organs were injured.

"Behave yourself. My blood is very precious. Whether you can survive depends on your luck."

As he spoke, he cut his fingers, and his blood dripped on several large wounds of the Black Dragon Rider.

Then he stingily tore off a piece of cloth to bandage his finger: "Don't blame me for being stingy. I don't even know if I can save you. I don't want my blood to be wasted on you, a beast."

After briefly rescuing the Black Dragon Rider, Xie Fu called out, "Sister Ling..."

Zhuo Er was already drowsy from listening, and Wen Ren Ling did not dare to stop, for fear that if he stopped, Zhuo Er would not insist on listening any further. Suddenly, he heard a sound under the embankment, and looking up, he saw a small dot next to the Black Dragon Rider.

"Sister Ling."

Just at this moment, Xie Fu's voice was heard again. Wen Ren Ling confirmed that it was Xie Fu without a doubt. He was so excited that he shouted at the top of his voice: "Here... Here..."