The boy's face was as white as paper, and he was lying on the ground dripping with cold sweat. A long, endless trail of blood trailed behind him, spreading from nowhere.
The arms that were supported on the ground had worn out the clothes, exposing the bloody skin underneath. The two legs underneath him were dragging weakly and were obviously broken.
The boy gritted his teeth and moved forward tremblingly with his two arms as thin as bamboo poles. His narrow shoulders were arched, and under the thin skin exposed by the broken clothes, the shape of the shoulder blades was clearly visible like a raised mountain peak.
persist in.
Stick to it.
We should...see the town soon.
You should...see the crowds soon.
A pair of soft cowhide black boots suddenly appeared in front of me.
The boy raised his bloodless face.
Inside the deep-set eye sockets are a pair of crystal-clear eyes like amber. They do not have the lackluster look and despair of a dying person, but are clear and translucent, with a little bit of light twinkling.
He saw a middle-aged man.
He has an average appearance and average figure, but his clothes are fluttering and his expression is compassionate and peaceful, just like a statue of the village god.
The boy's eyelashes are long and thick, fluttering gently like the wings of a leaf butterfly.
He slightly opened his chapped and gray lips, and his voice was hoarse, like a river bed dried by the scorching sun, revealing endless exhaustion and struggle.
"help me……"
The man looked down at the boy.
Look down at his weakness and powerlessness, his near death and struggle.
The originally indifferent eyes were filled with pity, pain, and deep hatred for something unknown.
No hope left?
For a long time, the boy thought so.
Born as a street child, he has received people's kindness and compassion, but also experienced malice and harm.
I have become accustomed to these things for a long time.
On the contrary, the man did not kick or hit him, which may have been a good result.
It doesn't matter.
As long as he can crawl, he has a chance.
The boy lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and was about to continue climbing down. Suddenly, a soft sigh came from above his head.
"Would you like to become an immortal?"
"Xiu...immortal?" The boy looked up again and found that the man was not looking at him, but at the direction where he came from, where the bloodstain spread.
"Yes, cultivating immortals." The man's eyes showed a little longing.
"Cultivation to become an immortal creates a world where people can forget their troubles, be carefree, and have no desires."
The man didn't hear the boy's response for a long time, so he withdrew his gaze, looked down at him, and asked with a gentle expression, "What's your name?"
"I was born in the south." The boy tried his best to speak out, "I named myself Song Nan."
"Song Nan?"
"Song Nan!"
Suddenly I heard someone shouting.
The man in front of him made no sound.
who is it?
It's a girl.
Suddenly, a warm current poured into his body, filling his limbs and bones with warmth.
It seems... very familiar.
During his long and endless climb, he seemed to have felt this warm current many times.
"Senior brother——!"
Song Nan's eyelids twitched and he opened them with great effort.
The blurred vision gradually became clearer, and a beautiful and anxious face appeared in front of him.
He reacted slowly for a while, "Tang... Ling?"
Finally woke up.
Tang Ling spent seven days treating Song Nan's external and internal injuries.
The trauma was not serious. Although it looked very scary at first, it was easier to treat. Song Nan had practiced physical training since he was a child, so his muscles and bones were stronger than ordinary people, and he recovered quickly.
It's just that Tang Ling thought he had repaired the internal injuries, but for the next month, Song Nan didn't wake up.
He seemed to have fallen into a long nightmare. When he was unconscious, his brows were always furrowed and his eyes were moving wildly under his eyelids, but he just couldn't open them.
Tang Ling consulted several medical books, tried every available method, and even tried to enter Song Nan's dream, but was unable to do so.
None of these could wake up Song Nan.
Today, she had some thoughts in her mind. Just as she was about to go out to find someone, she suddenly felt that Song Nan's breathing on the stone bed had become extremely fast, as if she couldn't breathe.
Tang Ling rushed to the bedside and used spiritual power to soothe his violently shaking body while calling his name in an attempt to wake him up.
Unexpectedly, Song Nan really woke up!
Tang Ling was overjoyed and hurriedly stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Song Nan's slightly confused eyes, "Brother, what is this?"
Song Nan: "..."
Seeing that Song Nan was silent, Tang Ling kept up his efforts and stretched out three fingers, "What about this?"
"Okay." Song Nan stretched out his hand and put down three of her fingers, brushing them gently, but he felt her thin bones protruding, bringing with it a slight chill.
"Why is it so cold?" Song Nan frowned and subconsciously held it without letting go.
Tang Ling withdrew his hand with some embarrassment, "Senior brother, let me help you up first."
Song Nan was helped by Tang Ling to sit up. His eyes passed over her waist when she stood up, and he realized that compared with when they met before, she seemed to be much thinner, and her originally thin waist could be held in one hand.
come over.
On the other hand, I didn't know how long I had been lying there, and my body seemed to have gained some weight.
Tang Ling's vision went dark when he stood up, and his body swayed, but was suddenly grabbed by a strong hand.
Song Nan was also deeply involved in the Dan Sect. Looking at her face, one could tell without using any spiritual power that it was due to physical fatigue and lack of spiritual power.
But he still wanted to see her physical condition. How could she be so bad without him paying attention?
But when he wanted to use his spiritual power to explore, the spiritual field was as quiet as death, empty and without any fluctuation of spiritual power.
Song Nan was startled, remembering what happened to him before he fell into coma, and it became clear again, and he seemed to understand why Tang Ling looked so desolate at this time.
"What's wrong with you?" Song Nan's face turned cold without him noticing.
Tang Ling was startled.
What happened to me? Shouldn’t it be what happened to you?
But seeing his cold expression, I couldn't help but think of the serious look on his face every time he did the morning exercises at the Lingxian Sect.
She couldn't help but shrink her head.
"Go to the Lingquan for a bubble bath." Song Nan said with a sullen face, "You have to save people in moderation. How could you get yourself like this!"
Tang Ling thought of his nagging before the newcomers' competition, and became a little scared. She whispered, "Isn't this... impatient?"
For a month, he had been taking care of Song Nan with nothing to do. Whenever there was any abnormal movement, he kept inputting spiritual energy to comfort him. Whether he slept well or ate well, how could he care about himself?
"I'm going to the alchemy room. You soak in the spiritual spring first. After you recover, I'll talk to you again." After saying that, Song Nan got off the bed and when he put on his shoes, he found that all the clothes on his body were new ones. They were clean and in good condition.
Has a fresh soapy scent.
Tang Ling obviously wanted to hear what happened from Song Nan first, and was he fully recovered? How could he just get out of bed like that?
Facts have proved that it is indeed very thorough.
When Song Nan put on her shoes and socks and stood up, her complexion was rosy and her figure was slender and tall. She was enveloped in the shadows, making her look pale and petite, making her look like she was the one who had just woken up from a coma.
"Go quickly." Song Nan frowned.
Tang Ling saw that he was really well, so he walked towards Lingquan with peace of mind.