The Rise of Angels in the Hero Company

Chapter 413 A heavy rain

Some rainwater dripped on Qin Wuyou's body through the gaps between the palm leaves, and a refreshing and cool feeling instantly penetrated his whole body. It was ice cold, but somehow there was a moist and warm feeling.

Soon, Qin Wuyou hammered in the last mortise and tenon nail and finally repaired all the holes, then trotted back to the cabin with Angel Leng.

After returning to the house, Qin Wuyou hurriedly took off his sweaty top that was still dripping. Taking off his top instantly revealed his tight muscles with distinct muscles. Qin Wuyou, who usually looked a little skinny, didn't expect to have such a handsome figure. He really complied with the saying that he looked thinner when dressed and more muscular when undressed. However, the hideous white wound on his chest ruined this beauty.

Looking at the horrific wound on Qin Wuyou's chest, Angel frowned coldly: "Wuyou, your wound seems to be infected."

"what?"

Qin Wuyou, who was twisting his clothes in disgust, looked down when he heard Angel Leng's words. As she said, his wounds were even more serious. His flesh and blood had become as white as a fish that had been dead and soaked in water for a long time. If you get very close, you can smell a faint rotten smell.

"Hey, you said this, it's okay. It probably looks a little serious because it was washed away by the rain. In fact, it's not a big deal. Fortunately, it's much better now. It doesn't hurt anymore. I don't have to toss and turn every day. No, isn't it good?" Qin Wuyou smiled bitterly and rubbed his wounds with his fingers to prove what he said, there was no expression of pain on his face.

In fact, he had expected that his injuries would get worse, but he didn't expect that the infection would occur much faster than he thought. In less than a day, he would deteriorate so seriously.

Hearing Qin Wuyou's words, Angel Leng became even more worried. Looking at Qin Wuyou with a playful smile, she wanted to scold him a few times, but she was already unconscious and didn't realize the seriousness of the problem? But I opened my mouth but couldn't bear it.

"Cold, you're soaked too. Fortunately, I had the foresight to light a fire in the house in advance. You should go and dry your clothes first, otherwise it would be very uncomfortable to be wet and exposed." Qin Wuyou pointed to the fire in the center of the wooden house. Dui said.

This fire was built in advance after he came back from chopping firewood, while Angel Leng was pounding the wood piles, to prevent himself from getting wet from the rain, so that he could dry his clothes then, but he didn't expect to actually use it.

After saying that, Qin Wuyou turned around and walked out of the house, closed the door behind Angel Leng, came under the eaves, put the clothes he had twisted on his back, and sat down against the wooden wall.

Looking at the misty rain in the valley below the mountain, the raindrops fell on the ground with a crashing sound. The raindrops from the sky fell straight down like sifting beans, shattering the picturesque and peaceful valley, and scaring away all kinds of people who originally came out to run around. Go for the critters.

The raindrops fell on the roof of the wooden house "tick-tock-tock", like playing percussion music. When the rain fell, the rose garden where small puddles had accumulated began to sing "ding, ding, ding," and small water splashes splashed on the water of the small puddles, like a splash girl dancing lightly.

Qin Wuyou leaned against the wooden wall and looked out. The sky and the earth seemed to be hung with an extremely thick bead curtain, and it was misty. The rain fell on the edge of the roof, splashing water, like a layer of mist. On the roof. The rainwater flowed down the eaves, starting like broken beads, and gradually connected into a line. The water on the ground accumulated more and more, forming small streams.

Ever since he was little, he has loved rainy days and the rhythmic sound of dripping water on the eaves. Sitting under the eaves and watching the rain fall, he feels particularly peaceful, peaceful and comfortable.

Qin Wuyou opened his hand to catch some of the falling rainwater, stuck out his tongue and tasted it. It felt cold.

After an unknown amount of time, Angel Leng finally opened the door and walked out of the room: "Wuyou, why don't you go in and bake your clothes? Wearing wet clothes is not good for wounds."

"Well, okay." Angel Leng's words brought Qin Wuyou back from his daze.

It looked like Angel Leng's skirt was no longer wet like before, but it didn't seem to be completely dry yet.

"Why don't you dry the clothes completely before taking them out?" Qin Wuyou looked at Angel Leng and asked.     “It’s done.”

"Nonsense, it looks like it's not completely dry yet. You can sit by the fire and bake it for a while. It's uncomfortable for you to be half-dry like this." Qin Wuyou took the clothes on his back and said, He stood up and went back to the house.

But when he just stood up, his vision suddenly went dark. He almost lost his balance and fell to the ground. He quickly reached out to hold the wall to prevent himself from falling.

Seeing that something was wrong with Qin Wuyou, Angel Leng quickly ran up the mountain to help him: "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. Maybe I've been sitting for a long time, and suddenly I'm a little dazzled." Qin Wuyou shook his head, gently pulled away Angel Leng's hand holding him to indicate that he was fine, and tapped his waist, feeling that his back was sore. , his head was also dizzy: "Haha, I'm really old. I'm just renovating a house. Why do I feel sore and sore in my back? Come on, let's go into the house."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Qin Wuyou, who had just taken two steps, felt something blocked in his throat. It was extremely uncomfortable and he coughed subconsciously.

Qin Wuyou couldn't help but be stunned when he let go of the hand covering his mouth and looked at the sticky stuff on his hand.

"Blood..." Angel Leng seemed to have seen something incredible. In the blink of an eye, he rushed forward and grabbed Qin Wuyou's hand. His pupils shrank violently with a look of disbelief on his face, and a feeling of suffocation came over him.

At this moment, Qin Wuyou's hands were soaked with his unique color of blood, and there was some silver-gray blood stuck to the corner of his mouth, which was particularly dazzling.

"Haha, I'm getting a little angry after eating too much seafood in the past two days." Qin Wuyou clenched his hands tightly to hide the blood in his palms.

"You wait for me, I'm going to make a raft now, and we'll leave here for treatment."

After saying that, Angel Leng rushed into the rain and was held by Qin Wuyou: "Ahem... Okay, don't waste your efforts. Ahem, cough, as I said before, we want to leave on a raft. It's no different. A fool talks about his dreams."

"But...but you have to try on your injury. Maybe we can go back in two days!" Looking at Qin Wuyou who was holding his arm tightly, the angel looked at him pleadingly, with a look in his eyes. Full of heartache.

"Don't worry, I know my body best and I can't die. I've caused trouble for thousands of years. I'm not a good person. I won't die that easily. Let's go first..." Before he finished speaking, Qin Wuyou felt his eyes go dark. A large mouthful of blood spurted out again, and the whole person lost consciousness instantly, and his body fell straight down.

"Wuyou..." Seeing something wrong, Angel Leng rushed forward and hugged Qin Wuyou, who was about to fall.

Qin Wuyou opened his eyes, but they were distracted and had lost focus, and his whole body was cold.

"Wuyou, what's wrong with you? Wake up, wake up... wake up quickly!" The angel coldly shook Qin Wuyou's body, but there was still no reaction from him.

The angel tremblingly put his finger in front of Qin Wuyou's nose. After a few seconds, his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was breathing very weakly. Tears poured out instantly like a dam that had burst. She hugged him tightly, wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, and touched his face and hair.

what to do? what do I do? The instructor was about to die, and Angel Leng felt that he had never been so powerless, so desperate, so helpless.

(End of this chapter)