Cut Frost

However, he dared not.

He was afraid of touching her wound.

He stared at her blankly for a while, then immediately came to his senses, and neatly took out her medicine bag from her sleeve.

She took the medicine for herself from here before.

First, he took a Wanhua Yangshen Pill and gave it to her.

Her body was hot.

The wind, cold and dew were heavy, and it was inevitable that the wind and cold would invade her body when she was lying in the field with such a serious injury.

Gently opened her skirt again, and the thick blood stains had covered her wounds repeatedly.There was a broad bruise on her chest, which seemed to be wounded by a heavy stick.

But the most serious one was a deep sword wound.

The wound was only an inch away from her heart.

You Jue took off the water bag beside her, tore off the front of her clothes, drenched in water, and carefully wiped her wound bit by bit.

The blood stains were so thick and thick, how much blood did she bleed?

You Jue changed one piece of cloth after another, while wiping it trembling in his heart: Can she still survive?
Finally wiped off the blood stains, and sprinkled Fang Xiusan on the shocking wound.

Then he picked her up and walked slowly towards Wild Bee Town.

He didn't dare to walk too fast, for fear of tearing her wound and bleeding again.

In just over ten miles, he walked from dusk to the second watch.

Finally came to Bumblebee Town.

The guy at the Tenglin Inn had just locked the door when he heard someone calling outside the door: "stay".

When the door was opened, it was a young man.

This young man's eyes are bloodshot, did he not sleep for several days and nights?

Look at him holding a blood-stained girl in his arms.

The guy was taken aback: Is this girl dead or alive?
You Jue's voice was hoarse: "I want a quiet upper room."

The guy was a little shivering, and replied, "Okay."

Let the door open and lead Youjue to the innermost room on the second floor.

"Please, sir." The man said.

You Jue stepped into the room and said, "Bring on the hot water."

"Here we come." The man answered and went.

You Jue walked slowly to the bed with Yu'er in his arms, and put her down gently.

Her face was still pale.

Faint breathing seems to be absent.

Must survive!
This sentence was repeated over and over again in You Jue's heart almost pleading.

In the haze, Yu'er felt that her whole body was scalding like fire.

"Water..." The voice was so weak that even I couldn't hear it.

However, a stream of cool water flowed into her mouth immediately, and she swallowed it hastily.

Someone kept wiping himself with a damp cloth.

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw a familiar figure in the dim light.

"Youjue?" she called softly.

You Jue approached her, bent down, and said softly: "Do you still want to drink water?"

She has fallen asleep again.

When Yu'er woke up again, the sun filled the room.

You Jue was sitting on the side of the bed, wiping her arms and forehead with a wet cloth towel.

Sore all over.

The wound on my chest felt like a pinprick and a fire.

His throat was so hot that he seemed to be on fire in no time.

However, he is still alive?

When the stick hit her, she thought she was going to die.

What's going on now?

How did such a deep sword wound come about?

She tried to search her memory - but couldn't recall any at all.

Yu'er looked at You Jue in disbelief, wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a word.

Didn't he go alone?
And said never to see me again.

How is this going?

Seeing that she seemed to have something to say, You Jue asked softly, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

Two days and two nights passed, and she finally woke up.

You Jue finally let out a long breath in his heart.

Suddenly, Yu'er's heart trembled, looking at Youjue, he uttered two words with difficulty: "Xiao Mi..."

Nothing will happen to her, will it?
You Jue's hands paused, and he said softly: "When I went, she wasn't there."

Yu'er wanted to ask anxiously, but couldn't make a sound.

"She may have escaped, she will be fine." You Jue comforted.

There were two knocks on the door.

Youjue opened the door.

"My lord, your medicine is ready," said the man.

Then the door closed.

You Jue came over and helped Yu'er to sit up.

"Drink the medicine." You Jue said.

his voice...

I never thought he would have such a gentle voice...

However, although her body was extremely uncomfortable, Yu'er's mind gradually became clear.

That day in the forest, when he grabbed his throat, he never hesitated! (The Crescent Moon Observing the Crescent Moon Realm)
You Jue brought the medicine bowl to her mouth, and she also opened her mouth to drink it.

Judging by his appearance, the medicine should be fine.

Seeing her drink up the medicine, You Jue showed a slight joy on his face.

He helped her lie down again.

His movements are also very light, as light as holding a fragile porcelain statue.

Yu'er sighed secretly in her heart, and said in her heart: "Does he know what he is doing?"

I just felt extremely tired all over, and the drowsiness soon hit me, and I fell asleep again.

Yu'er sleeps and wakes up, and when he opens his eyes, he can always be seen.

Sometimes sitting on the side of the bed and wiping his forehead and arms for himself, sometimes pouring water to cool down and getting ready, sometimes instructing Xiao Er to boil the medicine, and sometimes when...

Hello!Wait a moment!What is this guy going to do?
Yu'er struggled to hold his hand that was unbuttoning his clothes, stared at him desperately, but couldn't utter a word.

You Jue's haggard left face, which was not covered by the mask, suddenly turned slightly red.

In the past two days, he has cleaned her wounds, applied medicine, and fastened her skirts like this.

He never thought about what was wrong with this, he was only afraid that her wound would get worse.

However, the medicines she brought were indeed very effective, and the wound had begun to heal.

But the fever never went away, so he asked another doctor to prescribe some wind-dispelling and cooling medicine.

She reacted like this today, he noticed that it seemed a bit inappropriate.

"If you don't take medicine, the wound will get worse." You whispered in despair.

Yu'er took his hand and stared into his eyes in a daze.

You Jue took her hand away, collected himself, untied her skirt like the previous few times, wiped it clean for her, sprinkled new medicine, and tied the skirt again.

Yu'er had no choice but to close her eyes.

Forget it, it's not like he hasn't seen it anyway.

He also remembered that time in the darkroom of Xiao Hengnian's mansion, he also wanted to kill himself.

still want...

At that time, I still had an excuse to suppress him, but now it's different...

I don't know if I can recover my mana?

Thinking of this level, Yu'er felt that the road ahead was uncertain, and she didn't know what happened to Xiao Mi, so sadness welled up in her heart.

It is also because of the weakness and deficiency of Qi in the illness, and the heart energy is gone, and the eye sockets are wet.

"What's the matter?" You Jue suddenly caught a glimpse of her expression and hurriedly asked.

After asking, Fang remembered that she could not speak yet.

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose." You Jue only thought that she was applying the medicine, and hurriedly explained, "If you have some strength tomorrow, I'll help you fetch water."

Fetching water?

what is this?
If this person is stupid, there is really no way to say him.

However, looking at his current state, there is no trace of tyranny or resentment, but only infinite tenderness.

It is clear that he is very attentive to himself.

So it wasn't that I thought wrong last time, did he really have such thoughts for me?
Or, why not take this opportunity and leave some "good" memories for him, so that next time he kills, maybe he can get lucky again.

Thinking of this, Yu'er simply cried big tears.

He didn't even open his eyes, and the tears kept rolling down with his eyes closed.

You Jue didn't know how long it had been since she saw tears.

"People who follow me cannot cry."

Because that man under the shadow of the parasol, that irresistible voice once said so.

At this moment, when he saw such a situation, he suddenly felt at a loss: "I, I'm sorry, don't cry, okay?"

Yu'er's tears kept rolling down, and she couldn't make a sound, which made her extremely sad.

You Jue put the medicine bottle back on the table, looked back at her, she was still crying.

Sure enough, slow!

If he was half as "smart" as Kurihara, and with this face, tsk tsk, how many women would fall into his hands.

Yu'er thought inwardly, looked at You Jue with weak and pitiful eyes, and burst into another stream of tears.

Youjue walked back and forth in the room several times, seeing how Yuer's tears couldn't stop, and finally walked to the side of the bed: "I really didn't do it on purpose, what do I need to do to make you stop crying?"

Yu'er raised her hand slightly, wanting to grab You Jue's hand.

You Jue was a little surprised: Isn't she angry?

He stretched out his hands and took Yu'er's hand.

Yu'er pulled him towards her.

She is still very weak.

You Jue could only feel her slender fingers hooking him gently.

What does she mean by wanting to get close to me?
You Jue hesitated for a while, sat on the side of the bed, bent down, and hugged Yu'er in his arms.

He was also afraid of touching the wound on her chest, so he still kept some distance away.

Youjue gently stroked her long hair with his hand, and said softly: "It's okay, it will get better soon."

Others, he didn't know what to say.

He never thought that such a person would appear in this world.

It plunges into its own world without warning, and it can no longer be driven away.

When this world abandoned him, he also abandoned this world.

He never thought that besides Master, there is another person who would become so important.

When he finally found that he couldn't abandon her, he also clearly realized:
Between him and her, it will never, never be possible...

If time can go back to the past, maybe everything will look different...

However, all this can no longer be repeated.

The only thing he was lucky about was that he didn't really kill her.

He hugged her, her warmth and softness were the same as every time before.

It's a pity that I didn't know anything before...