"Junior sister." Zhao Changyuan pursed his lips, turned to look at the sleeping Zhang Linfeng, stood up, found a knife in the wooden house, raised his hand and cut his wrist.
Closing his eyes and holding back the momentary dizziness in his head, Zhao Changyuan quickly took out a medicine bottle, squeezed his wrist, and dripped his own blood into the medicine bottle drop by drop.
When Zhang Linfeng woke up from anxiety, he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Changyuan cutting his wrist and dripping blood into the medicine bottle. He was shocked and at the same time full of confusion in his heart.
"Brother Shen, what are you doing?" Zhang Linfeng frowned and asked, got up and ran off the bed.
"Are you awake?" Zhao Changyuan was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Linfeng, and smiled.
"Why are you doing this!" Zhang Linfeng stared at Zhao Changyuan's wrist and suddenly became angry.
Zhang Linfeng was doubtful, but when he saw that Zhao Changyuan seemed to be really busy preparing the medicine, he put aside his doubts and looked after Gong Yueyue seriously and responsibly, and then glanced at Zhao Changyuan from time to time.
Most of the medicinal materials in the medicine bag were no longer usable. Zhao Changyuan spent a long time selecting two kinds of medicinal powders and poured them into the medicine bottle he had just used to hold blood. Then he checked the other medicine bottles one by one, carefully Configure.
Gong Yueyue lost too much blood, suffered severe internal damage, and was caught in a heavy rain. The situation at this time was actually extremely critical. Zhao Changyuan did not have enough medicinal materials at hand to treat Gong Yueyue, so using his own blood was the only way to save Gong Yueyue. Zhao Changyuan would naturally do it without hesitation.
After about a stick of incense, Zhao Changyuan walked back to the bedside with the jade bottle in hand, called for Zhang Linfeng's help, and slowly poured the bloody and unpleasant liquid in the medicine bottle into Gong Yueyue's mouth.
"Can this really cure diseases?" Zhang Linfeng asked still worriedly.
"In terms of medical skills, you can trust me for once." Zhao Changyuan's black eyes were shining, and he looked into Zhang Linfeng's eyes and said firmly.
"I believe you." Zhang Linfeng pursed his lips and chose to believe it.
"Just believe it. I'm going to look for some food now. You can search the room for any usable items. We'll leave immediately after eating."
Zhao Changyuan put down the medicine bottle, stood up and said quickly to Zhang Linfeng, and hurriedly walked out of the wooden house.
This place has been exposed. Zhao Changyuan believes that yesterday's assassins were only the first wave of people. The task has not been completed and he has not been caught. There will inevitably be a second and third wave of people coming. He cannot stay here for long.
Thinking of this, after Zhao Changyuan walked out of the wooden house, the first thing he did was not go into the kitchen to search for food. Instead, he sighed softly and took out something that he always treasured every time he went down the mountain, but had never taken out something before. .
"Master, I don't dare to guarantee the safety of my junior sister, so I can only ask you to take action."
Zhao Changyuan murmured, opened the small bamboo tube in his hand, and spread its wings and flew out a small insect.
"Go, I hope you can bring the master back soon." Zhao Changyuan whispered to the little insect. From a distance, it seemed like he was talking to the air.
After doing this, Zhao Changyuan walked towards the kitchen.
There was nothing edible in the kitchen. After searching around, Zhao Changyuan went to the vegetable garden. Panting in the muddy vegetable field, he found a few edible vegetables and hurriedly returned to the kitchen to simply stir-fry them.
Smelling the aroma of the food, Zhang Linfeng's appetite whetted his appetite. Although Zhao Changyuan did not pay attention to the color of the food this time, Zhang Linfeng did not care at all and opened his cheeks to eat enthusiastically.
"Eat slowly." Zhao Changyuan chuckled. Watching Zhang Linfeng eat, he felt as if he was watching Gong Yueyue eat.
After simply filling their stomachs, Zhao Changyuan and Zhang Linfeng worked together to carefully transfer Gong Yueyue into the carriage, and then quickly left the place in the carriage with the only usable things in the wooden house.
As for Liu Ru's burial place, Zhao Changyuan didn't even have time to pay homage again. He could only turn his head and take a deep look, and then left decisively.
Zhao Changyuan's driving route was still based on the map given by Jiuyoudian. I think the route was relatively hidden and difficult to be followed.
Just looking back at the muddy ground, the traces of the carriage wheels rolling over are still clear and distinct.
"We have to get to a dry place as soon as possible." Zhao Changyuan thought in his heart, and pulled the reins hard to make the carriage run faster.
Worried that someone would be chasing him behind him, Zhao Changyuan did not dare to let down his guard at all along the way and increased the speed of the carriage to the maximum. Even though the bumpy road would cause discomfort to Gong Yueyue and Zhang Linfeng in the carriage, Zhao Changyuan never dared to slow down.
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It may also be that God felt that the fate he had arranged for Zhao Changyuan and the others was a little too cruel. Later, Zhao Changyuan fled in a carriage for two days, but no one who was chasing him showed up.
At this time, the road was already dry. Zhao Changyuan also wrapped a layer of cloth on the wheels on both sides of the carriage, so that it would leave no trace when driving on the road. After twisting and turning, Zhao Changyuan was confident that there would be no traces.
People can find their own group.
After feeling a little more settled, Zhao Changyuan drove the carriage to a secluded place, stopped the carriage, let the exhausted horses go to graze and rest, and got into the carriage himself.
"Junior sister still hasn't woken up?" Zhao Changyuan bent over and squatted beside Gong Yueyue, worriedly pulled Gong Yueyue's wrist and took Gong Yueyue's pulse again.
"No." Zhang Linfeng curled his lips and suppressed the sadness and fear in his heart.
Zhao Changyuan's face was solemn. After checking his pulse for a moment, he took out a medicine bottle from his arms again. It was the medicine bottle he had used to collect blood before.
"Brother Shen, do you still want to use your own blood?" Zhang Linfeng's eyes were full of distress and resistance, and he asked with a cry in his voice.
"This is the only solution I can think of now." Zhao Changyuan smiled bitterly, took out the short knife from his waist, and cut his wrist again.
After giving Gong Yueyue the second bottle of medicine mixed with his own blood, Zhao Changyuan felt a little nervous and uneasy.
In the past, when I used blood to treat Gong Yueyue, I had never woken up for such a long time.
"You must wake up." Zhao Changyuan shouted in his heart, doubting his own blood for the first time.
After two days when Zhao Changyuan and Zhang Linfeng were filled with great uneasiness and worry, Gong Yueyue finally slowly opened her eyes.
The moment Gong Yueyue regained consciousness, she felt that her throat was dry and smoking, and her eyes were so sour that she immediately frowned.
"Sister Su, wake up!" Zhang Linfeng jumped up and shouted.
"Junior sister, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Changyuan rushed in like a gust of wind. When he saw Gong Yueyue really waking up, tears appeared in his black eyes. He picked up Gong Yueyue and asked
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"I want to drink water." Gong Yueyue gave up the action of opening her eyes and said in a daze.
Zhao Changyuan and Zhang Linfeng hurriedly and happily gave Gong Yueyue a few drops of water. They wanted to prepare some food for Gong Yueyue, but they did not expect that Gong Yueyue fell asleep again. (To be continued)