Tang Yin didn't pay much attention to Qing Yu's expression. When he returned to the shore, he first took out the peach wrapped in his clothes, handed it to Qing Yu, and said casually: "Eat it!"
Then he unpacked the bundles of firewood and piled them together. He touched his body again, looking for fire twisters, but as a monarch, how could he have such a thing on his body? He turned to look at Qing Qing.
Yu asked: "Do you have a fire twister on your body?"
Qingyu stared blankly at the peaches in front of him, showing no reaction to Tang Yin's questions. Tang Yin frowned and said loudly: "Hey! I'm asking you a question!"
Finally coming back to his senses, Qingyu looked at Tang Yin who was questioning, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Do you have any fire twisters there?" Tang Yin asked again helplessly.
Qingyu shook his head. Tang Yin's monarch is also the commander-in-chief of an army. It is impossible for two people with noble status to have such miscellaneous things as firewood. Seeing this, Tang Yin curled his lips and looked at the dry firewood in front of him. Could it be that
Do you have to use the most primitive method to make fire?
Shaking his head, Tang Yin took out his scimitar, selected a branch, sharpened one end, and then found a thicker branch and began to drill the wood to make fire.
"Are these peaches for me to eat?" Qingyu asked cautiously, seeing Tang Yin lying on the ground and rubbing the branches hard, unable to stand up.
"Of course! What? Aren't you hungry?" Tang Yin asked without turning his head.
"I thought you hated me..."
"That's right."
"Then why..."
"If I want to kill you, I will of course kill you openly and openly on the battlefield." Soon, green smoke came out of the wooden branches under Tang Yin's hands. When he saw flames rising, he quickly put the burned wooden branches on the pile.
Among the dry firewood.
After a short time, the firewood he collected turned into a small fire. Feeling waves of heat rushing towards him, Tang Yin couldn't help but sigh comfortably.
Qingyu silently ate two of the four peaches Tang Yin gave him, and returned the remaining two to Tang Yin. The latter didn't ask any more questions, just wiped the fluff randomly, and ate up the two peaches in a few mouthfuls.
Maybe the warmth of the bonfire had an effect, or maybe eating the peach restored some energy. Qingyu's face was no longer as pale as before, and gradually became a little bloodier.
"Just now, I thought you ran away by yourself and planned to leave me here to die alone." Qingyu looked at Tang Yin and smiled guiltily.
Tang Yin shrugged and said calmly: "If I really have the strength." Maybe I will do this.
"I don't know when people from outside will be able to come in..." Qingyu looked at the cliff beside the pool. Wherever he looked, he couldn't see the top of the cliff, and half of the mountainside was shrouded in clouds and mist.
Following his line of sight, Tang Yin also looked up and murmured: "I'm afraid...it will take a few more days." The valley was too deep, even if Qingyu's guards saw the two of them falling, they wanted to
It would have taken several days to make such a long rope. In addition, when Tang Yin fell from the cliff, he also realized how hard the cliff was. It was Qinggang Rock, and even his spiritual soldiers could not penetrate it. If it were replaced by something else,
Spiritual cultivators are probably not much better off. Even if Shangguan Yuanrang comes, it will be difficult for them to climb down.
As he spoke, he raised his hand to unbutton his clothes, and took off all the wet clothes and pants with slow and difficult movements.
He wasn't afraid of the cold, but that didn't mean he would be comfortable wearing wet clothes. Now that there was a bonfire, of course he had to dry his clothes first.
Seeing this, Qingyu was stunned and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Hearing his trembling question, Tang Yin was amused and said, "Of course I can dry my clothes!" As he spoke, he looked at Qingyu inexplicably. Although he was wearing armor, he could be seen through the gaps in the armor.
His clothes were as wet as his own. Shaking his head secretly, he said: "You should take off your clothes too. Your body is too weak and you are afraid of the cold. If you are still wearing wet clothes, it will only make you worse."
His condition is getting worse."
Qingyu shook his head calmly and said: "There is a bonfire now, and it will be done naturally later."
Thinking that he didn't have the strength to take off his clothes, but he was too embarrassed to bother himself by asking, Tang Yin smiled and said, "I don't mind helping you."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I really don't need it." Qingyu's gentle tone revealed a bit of persistence.
"I don't know what's good or bad." It was rare for Tang Yin to show kindness, but others didn't appreciate it, so he was asking for trouble.
Qingyu smiled gratefully at his dissatisfaction. Looking at Tang Yin who was wearing only shorts, he could only describe it as shocking.
His body was covered with numerous wounds, at least three to forty places. Some of the small wounds were already scarred, but the larger wounds were all cracked open. There were clots of blood hanging on the dark red flesh, making him look ferocious and ferocious.
fear.
"General Lian Ge hurt you very badly." Qingyu murmured.
Tang Yin looked down, sneered nonchalantly, and said proudly: "These are just superficial injuries. I don't know how many times I have experienced more serious injuries than this before." In Tang Yin's mind, there was nothing wrong with his body.
His scars are not ugly, but they are worth showing off and are capital, representing his brilliant achievements in the past half of his life.
Not ignoring the pride on his face, Qingyu also smiled. Tang Yin now looked simple and innocent, but it was this man who broke the balance of the northern countries and caused the rapid rise of Feng Country and became a rival to Mo Country.
The most threatening enemy.
Seeing that the firewood was burning faster and faster, and the branches he brought back were almost burned out, Tang Yin said to Qingyu: "I have to pick up some more dry firewood, and I'll be back as soon as I go!" Without waiting for Qingyu's reply, Tang Yin said no.
Hastily, he crawled away again.
Qingyu didn't speak, and stared blankly at the burning bonfire. Originally, he and Tang Yin were strong enemies, but now they fell into this valley together. The original enemy became someone he had to rely on. This was simply...
It's like God made a joke.
However, he did not feel afraid of Tang Yin next to him, but instead felt very warm. Qingyu smiled bitterly, maybe it was the bonfire that caused him to hallucinate. As he thought about it, his eyelids began to feel heavy again, and he felt again.
Fall into drowsiness.
He didn't wake up until late at night. For some reason, the damp and cold feeling that had made him extremely uncomfortable and disgusted for the past few days was gone. His whole body was dry, and he felt indescribably relaxed and comfortable.
feel.
Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head vigorously, and looked at himself. The armor he was wearing was gone. The wet clothes, pants, shoes and socks were also missing. There was only a robe covering his body.
.
He was startled, and hurriedly looked around. This was no longer the shore of a deep pool, and at least there was no heavy moisture in the air. Not far from him, there was a blazing bonfire, and his clothes
They were all lying in the cold beside the campfire, with armor, helmets, and swords scattered and piled aside.
"What...what's going on?" he asked subconsciously.
"You passed out again." Tang Yin's voice came from the other side of him.
Qingyu hurriedly turned his head and looked around. He could vaguely see a person sitting under an old tree not far away. Because it was too dark and he was dressed in black, if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't tell that there was someone there.
There.
"Tang...Tang Yin?"
"It turns out that coma has the effect of boosting courage. When you wake up, you dare to call me by my name?" Tang Yin turned his head under the shade of a tree and couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see two rows of white teeth.
Qingyu's jade face was slightly red, she paused for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and asked hurriedly: "Did...your highness help me take off my clothes?"
"Otherwise there are still ghosts?"
"Then...then His Highness has seen..." Qingyu asked halfway, but could not speak any more. Under the light of the bonfire, his face turned red.
Tang Yin raised his eyebrows, gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you see? I didn't see anything." Even if he were killed, he would not admit what he saw. This was related to his face.
Seeing how he was gritting his teeth and hearing what he said, Qingyu let out a long breath. After a while, he asked cautiously: "Your Highness, my clothes...should be dry, right?"
Tang Yin said absently: "It should be almost done."
"This is where?"
"The moisture is heavy on the shore, and this is deep in the valley."
"It was... His Highness carried me here?"
"Pull me here." Tang Yin said, "Your armor is slippery on the grass." To put it bluntly, it was Tang Yin who dragged the unconscious Qingyu here like a dog to death, but even so, it was a waste of time for him.
He had a lot of physical strength and several wounds on his body burst out.
"Thank you, His Highness the Wind King." Qingyu thanked him sincerely. Tang Yin can definitely be regarded as the most reliable partner. Even though the two were enemies, they did not leave him alone, let alone take advantage of others... Being his subordinate, I think it will be
A very happy thing.
Thinking of this, he suddenly shivered again and shook his head vigorously. These thoughts should not have appeared in his mind. He was Mo Chen, and Tang Yin was the Wind King.
"I...have been unconscious for a long time?"
"At least three hours!" Tang Yin sat on the ground leaning on the tree trunk, holding a knife in one hand and trimming a longer branch.
Not being able to see clearly what he was doing now, Qingyu pulled the robe covering his body and asked carefully: "What is your highness doing?"
"Make a wooden gun. With luck, we can eat grilled fish." Perhaps because he is a dark spiritual cultivator, Tang Yin's body recovered quickly. After two or three days of lying on the ground, he can now
He stood up and walked slowly, but the injuries on his body were still aching. In his condition, it was not easy to stab the fish in the pond.
Qingyu looked at him in surprise and asked in disbelief: "Your Highness can still fish?"
It can't be said that he can fish, at best he can kill fish. This kind of thing he often did when he was young. Surviving in the wild is one of Tang Yin's strengths. He looked at the surprised Qing Yu and said with a smile: "I know how to