Chapter 64: The Deadly Enemy Among Natural Enemies (8)
After Wu Zhou had eaten enough, he leaned on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. With Qianye there, he felt the long-lost...safety.
"Don't sleep yet." Qianye picked up the clothes in the basin and wrung them dry, put them half-wet into his wide sleeves, walked to the bed, and stuffed a light body charm into Wuju's hand.
Wu Zhou frowned and watched Qianye lift the quilt off his body. He had no outer robe to wear, only an inner garment stained with dirty blood, "Where are you going?"
"Run away." Qianye whispered in his ear, "My senior brother is next door. Don't think that the Jujiu sect is all good men and women. If you don't run away while he's still awake, you will definitely be stabbed by his sword.
A hole."
As soon as she held Wu Zhou's leg with force, Qianye frowned. Even with the light body charm, Wu Zhou's weight was still half. The wound on her shoulder opened again, and warm blood flowed along her arm, slowly
Flow slowly down.
"You are injured."
"Thank you for the reminder, but if you don't escape, your life will be at risk. I can't fight against my senior brother for your sake."
Wu Zhou raised his hand and held Qianye's wrist to prevent her from exerting any more force, and asked softly: "Aren't you... afraid of pain?"
Qianye was stunned. He had lived two lives, especially the last one, where he was licking blood day and night, with half a life left every time.
Another time, she lay on a big tree in the tropical rainforest for two days and two nights with serious injuries. No one ever asked her if she was in pain, only people asked...if she was still alive.
Therefore, in this life, she chose a relatively comfortable life, becoming a heavenly master who bullied little ghosts and demons.
Maybe she was hurt, but she was more like a ghost who didn't know the pain, and Su Mu had always turned a blind eye to her injuries.
"Ahem, it doesn't hurt at first, can you please don't remind me?" Qianye smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand to smooth the ends of his hair, and touched the injury on his palm, slightly twitching his eyebrows.
"I never owe favors." Wu Zhou said calmly, reaching out to hold her bandaged palm. This was probably the first time he took the initiative to touch her. The coldness of his fingers penetrated through the bandage and was still as cold as ice.
A bit of white light, a soft light, slowly appeared between the fingers. In a trance, Chiba seemed to see the lotus outlined by bright thin lines again, and it flashed away.
The wound on my hand felt slightly itchy, but when I moved my fingers, it no longer hurt.
Wu Zhou's hand moved to her shoulder again, and his fingers trembled slightly and covered her. They were as white and slender as the petals of a lotus. If it weren't for a demon, it would be impossible for a mortal to have such beautiful hands.
A warm white light flashed past, covering the wound as if it were the warmest care. Chiba could understand without looking that the wound healed quickly and was intact as before, probably not even a scar would be left.
Poof, Wuji fell back on the bed without any strength. The cold sweat on his forehead wetted the hair on his temples. He gasped with half-lidded eyes: "Let's go."
Qianye moved his arms, surprised that the magic had such a miraculous effect, and also surprised by Wu Zhou's unusual behavior, "Since you still have remaining magic power, why don't you treat your injuries?"
"Can't die...a waste."
"You are really a calculating fox." Qianye couldn't hold him back any longer, so he picked up Wu Zhou and walked to the window, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"
"Don't remind me."
Wu Zhou's angry muffled voice came from the hood, and Qianye couldn't help laughing. In fact, Wu Zhou was... quite funny.
However, Wu Zhou was right. If he had used his remaining energy to heal his wounds, he would have died in a sea of fire last night.
Qianye pushed open the window neatly, buried his head and was about to jump out, but was suddenly startled, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly aroused on his body.
Outside the window, she saw a dark purple robe hunting in the wind, a long sword in her hand unsheathed, the bright cold light piercing the eyes, the sharp edge of the sword, pointed at the tip of her... nose.