Chapter 447: The Righteousness Threatens the Sky! 4
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Chapter 447: Righteousness! (4)
When he came to a secluded place in the forest, making sure that no one would find him, Xiao Yao immediately recited a spell and entered the Linglong Tower.
In the tower, Si Wuxie was lying quietly on the ground, with Xue and Niu Niu guarding him on the left and right. When they saw Xiao Yao coming in, the two little guys immediately came to greet her.
He hurried over and checked Si Wuxie carefully. Seeing that his breathing was steady and his pulse was still calm, Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran up to the second floor, got some water from the pond, fed him to drink, and then fed him.
She did not dare to delay the next elixir to protect her heart and veins. She cut a piece of venison stored in the tower and immediately returned to the outside of the tower.
Carrying the meat and walking around the area, Xiao Yao was surprised to find an abandoned cabin. The cabin was obviously left by a hunter. It contained not only cooking charcoal and other items, but also two dried animal skins.
Xiao Yao was overjoyed, and immediately returned to the lake, helped Wushuang up, took him to the wooden house, took off the animal skin and covered him to keep warm. She immediately lit a brazier, fetched snow water, divided the venison into small pieces and poured it into the pot.
Medium, make broth.
Wushuang huddled under the animal skin, looking at her skillful movements, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, "I didn't expect you would do this again!"
Xiao Yao glanced at him sideways, "Do you think everyone is like a noble man like you, who only knows how to stretch out his hands with clothes and open his mouth with food?!"
Wushuang thought back to his previous life and felt powerless to refute.
Before, as she said, he had always had clothes to put out his hands and food to open his mouth. How had he ever worried about his livelihood?
After the meat porridge was cooked, Xiao Yao filled a bowl and immediately held it in front of him, "Then, eat it all!"
"I have no appetite!" Wushuang glanced at the hot meat porridge in her hand and frowned slightly.
Raising his eyebrows, Xiao Yao filled a bowl of porridge with a spoon and brought it to his mouth domineeringly, "Open your mouth, quickly!"
"I really don't want to..."
Before Wushuang could say the word "eat" at the end, Xiao Yao had already stuffed the spoon and meat porridge into his mouth, "If you don't want to die here, just eat it obediently!"
Although her tone was arrogant and forceful, concern naturally showed between her brows.
Looking into her eyes, Wushuang swallowed hard the meat porridge that was still a little hot in his mouth. Xiao Yao stopped talking. As soon as he swallowed a mouthful, she stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, regardless of whether the porridge was
hot.
After eating a bowl of hot meat porridge, Wushuang felt that he had some strength again. He sat up straight and coughed lightly, "Why don't you see Mr. Wuxie?!"
"He was seriously injured, and he is in a relatively safe place now!" Xiao Yao filled another bowl of meat porridge and blew it carefully.
Although she spoke calmly, Wu Shuang could hear her unconcealed distress and eagerness.
"I'll stay here, you take Young Master Wuxie back to Chuyang City first!" Seeing her looking towards him, Wushuang steeled himself and smiled at her, "It's just the wind and cold, it won't kill anyone!"
"Do you think you are great?!" Xiao Yao stood up, holding a bowl of porridge and walked towards the door. He opened the door with all his strength and suddenly turned to look at him again. He said in a deep voice, "Remember, I am Xiao Yao.
I will never owe others any favors, and I will never leave my own people alone!"
She slammed the door and left. As Wushuang listened to her footsteps getting further away, his warm eyes gradually deepened.
Xiao Yao's words seemed to hit his heart hard with a heavy whip, especially the four words "one of our own", which were like a gleam in his throat, making him restless.