The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 39 Injured
  Ying Xiaojiu frowned and his face became serious.

He hugged Feng Ling tightly on his back and did not agree to Feng Ling's request.

"You leave here with me first."

Ying Xiaojiu said. Feng Ling felt the smell of blood on her shoulder and realized that Ying Xiaojiu was injured.

During the escape, light rain began to fall.

They looked around for a hiding place and finally found a secluded cave.

Ying Xiaojiu immediately put Feng Ling down and asked her to hide in the cave.

"There are too many pursuers now, and it's not convenient to move in the rain. I'm going to lure them away first. You hide here and don't run around. Wait until I come back to pick you up."

Ying Xiaojiu whispered.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out a dagger from his arms and handed it to Feng Ling.
  "If I never come back, just go downstream and you should be able to find a village for help soon."

He turned around and left. After all, time was urgent and there was no extra time to waste.

But before he could leave, Feng Ling held his wrist tightly.

"Xiaojiu, are you sure you can handle it alone?"

"Of course, I can!"

Even though Ying Xiaojiu was so sure, Feng Ling still held his wrist tightly. Her voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of uneasiness and worry.

"I'm really worried, if you can't come back..."

Ying Xiaojiu turned his head to look at her, looking at those slightly moist eyes staring at him intently in the rain, feeling a strange and strange emotion in his heart.

He tried to pull his wrist away, but Feng Ling's grip was too tight.

Ying Xiaojiu took a deep breath and calmed her tone, trying to calm her worries.
  "They are not stronger than me. I will definitely be back before dawn."

Feng Ling became even more sad after hearing this.
  "Xiaojiu, you misunderstood. That's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried that you will get lost in the forest. If you can't find the way back, I might be eaten by wild wolves."

Ying Xiaojiu was speechless for a moment. This was the first time he felt speechless in a situation.

Ying Xiaojiu's eyes widened with a hint of anger.

He raised his head and glared at Feng Ling fiercely, his originally stern face turning slightly red.

Ying Xiaojiu was obviously unhappy,

"I am a professionally trained killer. As long as I have enough food, I can complete any task. I am ranked first in the killer building. You don't believe in the killer building's vision, but you must not doubt my strength. I will definitely Came back alive."

Ying Xiaojiu said, breaking away from Feng Ling's hand, leaping up and disappearing into the rain.

His movements were clean and neat, and it was obvious that Feng Ling's words touched his bottom line and made him very angry.

Feng Ling watched him walk away, turned around and found a slightly dry place in the cave, relaxed her whole body, and then lay down to rest.

It wasn't until late at night that the drizzle finally stopped.

Feng Ling heard a movement outside the cave, and at first he thought it was a wild animal.

Holding the dagger given by Ying Xiaojiu tightly, he walked carefully to the entrance of the cave.

However, to her surprise, there was a loud "thud" sound, as if there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Feng Ling discovered that the injured person lying on the ground was actually Ying Xiaojiu. He was seriously injured, covered in blood, and had a terrible wound on his chest.

Seeing him like this, Feng Ling quickly picked him up and quickly took him into the cave.

Feng Ling called to him,
  "Xiaojiu, why are you hurt so badly?"

At this time, Ying Xiaojiu's hand suddenly grasped Feng Ling's wrist tightly. Although he was already drowsy, he murmured vaguely,

"I'm back, this time... I didn't get lost this time..."

After saying this, Ying Xiaojiu fell asleep peacefully.

Feng Ling was speechless for a moment at the scene in front of her.

Seeing Ying Xiaojiu covered in blood, she really didn't know how to speak. He was so seriously injured, but he still thought about the irrelevant words she said before. Is he really stupid or is he just so stubborn?
  Feng Ling soon discovered that Ying Xiaojiu was in bad condition.

His forehead was hot and his face was unusually rosy. It was obviously a high fever caused by wound infection.

Feng Ling came closer and tried to treat his wound, but Ying Xiaojiu grabbed her wrist reflexively.

His instinct as a killer made his body tense, and even when he was unconscious, he would not completely relax.

"Xiaojiu, it's hard for me to operate like this."

Feng Ling reminded softly. Xiao Jiu closed her eyes and said nothing, her palms were as hot as a soldering iron, and her originally pale face was now red.

Feng Ling was a little anxious, so she slowed down her speech and patiently comforted her.

"Xiaojiu, you are injured and the wound is bleeding. If you don't take care of it, your life will be in danger. Let me go first, I won't hurt you."

Perhaps he really heard her words, or perhaps he was completely unconscious due to the fever. The hand that had been holding her tightly finally slowly let go.

Feng Ling carefully bandaged his wound.

It was not until noon the next day that Ying Xiaojiu, who had not eaten for two days, was awakened by hunger, and stars almost appeared in front of her eyes.

He slowly opened his eyes, his vision was a little blurry, and he was not fully awake yet.

Looking up, he saw Feng Ling running towards him with a smile on her face.

"Xiaojiu, you finally woke up."

Feng Ling had just come in from outside the cave. Her body was stained with mud and grass clippings. Her face was black and white, her bun was messy, and her makeup was mottled. She looked quite embarrassed.

However, when Ying Xiaojiu looked at her like this, for some reason, there was an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

He didn't even hear clearly what Feng Ling said behind him.

There was a bit of grievance in Feng Ling's words, and her body naturally leaned towards him, almost reopening the wound on her shoulder.

"Xiaojiu, it's great that you're okay. You had a fever for a long time last night, and I thought you wouldn't wake up. Fortunately, you survived."

"By the way, look, I went out to pick these for you in the morning. You should quickly eat more fruits to replenish your water."

Ying Xiaojiu looked at the wild fruit in her hand, feeling grateful in her heart.

This was the result of Feng Ling's busy morning, and she wiped it carefully.

Ying Xiaojiu felt a strange emotion surging in her chest, and couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

He couldn't figure out whether it was because he was too seriously injured that he always had this strange feeling?

Maybe he needs to ask the seniors in the building for advice.

Every time he sees his master, his heart beats faster. Why is this?

Ying Xiaojiu was silent for a moment, and then said softly,
  "Thanks……"

Feng Ling responded with a smile,

"You're welcome. If you hadn't protected me, I might have been gone."

"Eat some wild fruit. Your lips are dry. If you don't replenish water, your voice will become hoarse."

"This is very sweet, try it."

Facing Feng Ling's enthusiasm, Xiaojiu couldn't handle it.

The discomfort on his face was obvious, probably because no one had ever been so kind to him before, which made him feel a little confused.

For the masters, the life or death of the killer is not important, they are just used as tools.

And Fengling's kindness to him made him feel a little overwhelmed.

(End of this chapter)