Usually when small animals in the mountains are frightened, they will either run into the forest with a low cry or huddle up in a ball silently. The sacrifice is just like the latter, but more silly and cute.
How could you not be stunned?
It's like someone who is far away and unreachable suddenly approaches, and suddenly says who he likes or marries, but the person he confides his love to is not aware of it. He has been admiring him silently for so many years with small thoughts, but is told that he is the lucky one sent from heaven.
Son……
More unreal than a dream.
"My lord is playing tricks again!"
"When did I play tricks on you?" Ning Xizui was punched on the shoulder by Ji's fist, and Ning Xizui had no intention of leaving. Instead, he hugged Ji tightly in his arms, "If you move around, you will touch the injury. Do you have a headache? Old man.
Just lie down and I'll buy you some meatloaf tomorrow morning."
In fact, even if Ning Xi was drunk and did not coax or persuade, Ji would quietly continue to hide in his arms and bury her head. At this moment, Ji, whose face was as red as blood, did not even dare to breathe. He was too shy to speak and was even more afraid of breathing.
If the sound is too loud, it will shatter happy dreams.
If the person you like and the person you like are in love and are not illusory, then you will be happy until death. Even if it is really a dream, you will hope it lasts longer.
That night was the most restful and comfortable night that Matsuri had ever slept in. Although there was thunder, it could not hear the slightest breath in his ears. Although it was raining, it could not resist the warmth of his arms. Even the injury to the back of his head did not feel at all.
Painful, she just slept sweetly and soundly in Ning Xizui's arms. Little did she know that when she was sleeping, Ning Xizui kept her eyes open, not knowing what she was thinking.
The rain still hadn't stopped in the morning, and Ji had been hungry for four or five days and couldn't hold on any longer. Ning Xizui had no choice but to carry Ji on his back and choose to risk going out.
Naturally, he didn’t dare to go to restaurants. It would be easier to meet the people sent by Bai Qige to look for Ning Xizui, but it would be even easier to meet the Rouhu aliens who were chasing him everywhere. Anyway, Ji was not picky about food, so Ning Xizui simply bought a lot of street food.
I stuffed snacks into Ji's arms, hid and wandered around, and in the end I had no choice but to return to the ruined temple.
"After walking in such a long circle, we have almost figured out the route. It shouldn't be too far to go to the palace. First, feed your hungry cat. After resting, we will go directly to the palace."
No matter how talented the assassins sent by Yanhu's family were, they would never be able to break into the palace. Yi Chenjing had just ascended the throne and Bai Qige suddenly gave birth to a prince. The palace of Yaoguo must be extremely well-guarded, and there was no need to worry about anyone there.
Come to assassinate. Ning Xizui's thoughts and sacrifices can be guessed to some extent. When he was a little proud of this, he was "vicious" again, and his newly straightened hair became a matted bird's nest again.
"Eat more, and the less you have left, the lighter it will be to carry."
"Um...huh? Do you want me to carry it?" Ji was confused for a while before he realized what he was doing. He was surprised by Ning Xizui's unmanly behavior.
"Who knows when you will be hungry again? It's a waste, just carry it on your back." Ning Xizui took out a sweat towel and wiped his palms. He put one hand on his lower back and raised his other hand high, stretching lazily.
"Remember not to talk nonsense when you go back, otherwise Buqi will really send me to heaven. He treats you, his only disciple, as a treasure and protects me. If you accidentally touch me, you will fight to the death with me."
Ji nodded ignorantly, his submissive attitude was no different from that of a newly married daughter-in-law, which made Ning Xizui laugh again.
After resting for a while, Ning Xizui was about to rush to the palace. As soon as she stepped out of the door, Ning Xizui retracted her feet, turned around, and without saying a word, she picked up the sacrifice and rushed towards the back wall of the ruined temple.
"run."
A simple word made Ji understand the current situation. Before she could fully recover her strength, the lingering assassins came again. Following Ning Xizui over the collapsed wall rubble, Ji effortlessly walked
Running on the road to escape, this little exercise was nothing to her, even if she was injured, it didn't matter. However, Ning Xizui's performance was far inferior to Ji's, so she stumbled through two or three streets and looked tall and tall.
The Lord of Anling Kingdom was already out of breath, and his face was ugly gray.
Ji had been following Ning Xizui steadily, but when he saw that he couldn't run anymore and was holding on the wall and gasping for air, he stopped. He looked back nervously and kept urging. Under Ji's urging, Ning Xizui reluctantly ran again.
After a few steps, when he entered the sparsely populated streets and alleys near the city, Ning Xizui found it difficult to even stand.
"Master, just hold on, they will be chasing you soon!" Ji was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat. In desperation, he reached out and pushed Ning Xizui. It was this push that made her discover the reason for Ning Xizui's physical exhaustion.
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Ning Xizui's back, under the dark clothes, was covered with sticky blood!
The secret that he had tried so hard to hide was discovered. Ning Xizui could only squeeze out a wry smile with a pale face, and bent his fingers to scrape the tears rolling down from Ji's eyes: "Why are you crying? It's just a small injury, it doesn't matter. Listen, Ji, I
We can't walk anymore, so now we can only rely on you to find a way out for us." Pointing to the haystack not far away, Ning Xizui took out the tucker and stuffed it into the hands of the sacrificer: "Go and light that pile of licorice, and try to attract as much fire as possible.
Come to the common people or officers and soldiers, the more people, the better."
After all, Yanhu country is the dead soul that has been destroyed. No matter how crazy those survivors are, they dare not openly cause trouble in the land of Dayao. According to Ning Xizui's plan, he wants to give it a try and see if the assassins are lured first.
The people from Dayao who can still play a protective role will be attracted first. With luck, the people looking for him may be able to get here.
But he overlooked one thing, Matsuri couldn't be as calm and calm as he was.
The enemy in the pursuit just now did not get too close, so Ning Xizui could not be hurt. Recalling that he had been sitting in the corner of the ruined temple without moving, Ji could easily deduce that he had been injured the day before. At that time, for the sake of
He saved her from fainting in order to protect her.
He was clearly the one who should be protected, so why did he get hurt for her in the end? He had told himself long ago that he would protect him no matter what happened, but in the end he couldn't do anything, and all the effort he had was just dragging him down.
Doesn't that mean she hurt him?
Her eyes as pure as water were filled with fear and panic, and Ji's abnormality made Ning Xizui immediately shut up her voice. She raised her hand to catch Ji who was stumbling back, but was dodged.
Looking at the panicked eyes of the injured little beast, Ning Xizui felt heartache. As for how critical the situation was, and whether there were enemies watching behind her, she put it behind her, thinking only about the sacrifice and the torture she might be suffering.
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He was not Matsuri, but he could understand Matsuri's mood. This was not the first time he saw the expression of regret and pain for hurting an important person. Many years ago, when he was still young, someone once looked at him like this and shed tears.
The violent exercise caused the wound to burst, and dark red blood flowed through the shoulders and arms and dripped silently along the round fingertips. Sacrifice's eyes first moved slowly with the blood drops, and then froze in a small pool of blood, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
The blood was so thick that the deeply hidden memories had nowhere to hide.