Chapter 62: The Deadly Enemy Among Natural Enemies (6)
In the deep darkness, there was no light, neither sky nor earth.
Wu Zhou has never had a dream. If he thinks about things every day and dreams at night, he has never been thinking about anything, and there has never been anything that worries him.
There was no fear, no fantasy, even if he had to try his best to live, he would just try his best, but he never had the so-called desire to live, so there was no struggle.
He knew he was still alive, but it seemed like he was only one step away from the end. He was tired of wandering on the thin line between life and death.
He originally thought that he would be buried in the demon fire, but he no longer expected Qianye to save him as planned. After all, he would either die by being burned to death by the demon fire, or starve to death due to exhaustion of energy.
He had already made up his mind to die in the demonic fire. After all, he had already finished the box of cakes.
He thought that... serving as bait would be his final use for Qianye.
But when Qianye desperately wanted to rush into the demon fire in order to save him, why... did he give up the idea again?
In a daze, the lips were pried open, and then a stream of warm water flowed in, but it was bitter and difficult to swallow. It washed down the throat like the roughest brush. It poured into the body and felt heavy, without quenching the thirst at all.
This is just the most ordinary water, he doesn't drink these things at all.
Wu Zhou struggled to open his eyes, turned his head hard, and coughed out the water in his mouth. Dark mist filled his eyes, almost covering him again.
Suddenly, a straw box suddenly appeared in front of me, and the rich and sweet aroma suddenly filled my nose. The snow-white cake slices were neatly stacked in the straw box, crystal clear and very tempting.
A slender hand picked up a piece of cake and put it to his lips, "Are you hungry? Eat quickly, don't worry, there is plenty."
Wu Zhou was stunned, could it be that he had thought wrong?
But Qianye didn't speak anymore, she just handed the slices of cake into his mouth in a leisurely manner, with gentle and delicate movements, as if she was feeding her beloved...animals.
Wu Zhou stopped talking and glanced at Qianye, "Where did it come from?"
"Of course I asked for it from Shou Po. I went to the ghost market last night and she happened to not go out to find luck. I'll ask her for it after I finish eating. She won't be stingy." Qianye smiled so hard that his eyes curled up and he held up the cake.
She touched his lips and said, "I told you, I will definitely be able to support you."
"Shou Po has always been cunning and never does any unprofitable deeds." Wu Zhou said suspiciously.
Qianye shrugged, which immediately affected the injury on his shoulder. He grinned in pain, "So you also know Shou Po? However, there must be some exceptions. I promised her that when she is really bored, I can do something for her.
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Wu Zhou believed it for the time being. He looked at Qianye, who was clean and fresh. His purple clothes and wide sleeves were still the same style, but they were obviously brand new.
The wound on the hand was also wrapped in white cloth, exuding a slight medicinal smell.
His face suddenly sank, and he reached out to touch his body under the quilt. The wound on his lower abdomen had stuck to the dirty underwear and was caked into lumps. It was obvious that it had not been changed.
"You just remember to change into clean clothes."
Qianye smiled and curled her lips, "You are so stingy. I have twenty pieces of the same clothes. I will change them when I have to. Your robe has already been cleaned and mended by servants. Wait until I have it."
Money, I will also prepare some more clothes for you. If you make a fortune one day, you can choose the silks and satins you want."
Wu Zhou snorted lightly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until my lifetime."
"Hey, you and I have suffered together. Curse people don't need to be so cruel, right?" Qianye smiled bitterly, her eyes were a little black and bloodshot. She hadn't closed her eyes for two days and two nights, and she cast the curse again.
Fa, I was so tired that I could hardly open my eyes.