Concubine Yan, count yourself as cruel

The sharp wolf teeth dug deeply into the flesh, and warm blood gushes out and flows down the shoulders, moistening the ink-colored brocade robe and dyeing the ground under his feet red.

Xiao Yixuan did not expect that there was a wolf hiding in the dark. It was too late to regret it now. He clenched the cold iron dagger in his hand, resisted the excruciating pain, turned his wrist, and stabbed the wild wolf behind him.

Once a wolf bites its prey, it will not let go until the prey stops struggling under its fangs. At this moment, it is intoxicated with the taste of blood, and the extremely sharp dagger pierces its neck, and the hot blood spurts out.

When he came out, the wolf teeth biting Xiao Yixuan's shoulder were still not loosened.

If it continues like this, the smell of blood will definitely attract other carnivores. Xiao Yixuan knew that he could not stay any longer. He gritted his teeth and inserted the dagger into the wolf again. The severely wounded wild wolf finally let go after the pain, and Xiao Yixuan took advantage of this.

Taking the opportunity, he grabbed its two front paws on his shoulders with both hands, threw it over his shoulder, and smashed it to the open ground with all his strength.

Blood gushed out from the two wounds on the wolf's neck, quickly dyeing the soil under it red. It twitched all over and kept wailing, as if calling its companions. Wolves are social animals, and it is too dangerous to stay here.

Xiao Yixuan picked up the dagger and quickly cut the throats of several wolves. Then he stood up and tapped several acupuncture points on his body to stop the wounds from bleeding.

The sun had set, and night finally fell. Xiao Yixuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a smile appeared on Xiao Yixuan's handsome and enchanting face. He put away the dagger, endured the severe pain in his shoulder, and set off towards the depths of the forest.

The forest is even quieter at night, and the only sound that rings in the ears is the whistling wind, which is so cold and cold that it hurts. Xiao Yixuan searched everywhere for traces of Qimenghua, hoping that the light of hope would appear.

I don't know how long I have been searching here, but the surroundings are still pitch black, without any light. Xiao Yixuan punched the tree trunk angrily, causing the skin and flesh to rip apart. He was in pain, but it was not for himself.

The antidote is obviously in this mountain, but why can't he find it?

Qimenghua, where are you?

The moon gradually rose, and the cold moonlight passed through the layers of dense leaves, falling in fine pieces on the mountains. Xiao Yixuan raised his head, just in time to see the North Star, so shining, just like Shuang'er's eyes, and his heart furious with disappointment.

Suddenly calming down, he shook his head, put aside those negative emotions, and continued to look for Qimenghua in the darkness.

Maybe the god was really moved by their love. Not far away, a faint light broke into Xiao Yixuan's eyes. That faint light was his hope. Xiao Yixuan was ecstatic in his heart and ran quickly to the birthplace of the light.

At that moment, looking at the beautiful flowers with light blue light in front of him, Xiao Yixuan cried, and hot tears burst out of his eyes.

He finally found Qimenghua!

His frost is fine!

He took out the wooden box Mo Wenxian gave him, carefully picked three Qimeng flowers and placed them inside. Holding the box and kissing it lightly on the lips, Xiao Yixuan put it in his arms, and then began to practice Qinggong non-stop.

He rushed back to Mo Wenxian's bamboo house.

Here, Linglong has prepared the New Year's Eve dinner. Mo Wenxian happily sat at the table with a pot of wine and enjoyed his disciple's cooking skills. However, Leng Ruoyan and others did not receive the invitation from the master and could only stand in the yard.

Cool breeze blowing.

Mo Wenxian was drinking and eating leisurely. He glanced at Linglong, who was worried beside him, and asked with a smile: "Linglong, what are you thinking about? Why don't you eat?"

In fact, he could tell that she was thinking about the man outside the house.

A strange color flashed in Linglong's eyes, and she replied: "I'm worried about Yi Xuan. It's now, and I don't know if he has found Qimenghua or if he will encounter any danger."

Mo Wenxian poured a glass of wine for her and said, "You don't have to worry about him. I think his kung fu is very good. Moreover, he loves his wife so much and will definitely find Qimenghua for her. Don't worry about it."

I am restless here. Come and try the medicinal wine I brewed for you."

Linglong reached out to take it, put it to her lips and took a sip, then smiled a little perfunctorily, "It tastes good."

As she said this, her eyes drifted out of the window from time to time. It was windy at night in the valley, and it was the twelfth month of winter. Standing outside like this, it was easy to catch the cold. Leng Ruoyan was also a high-ranking king, and he had lived in fine clothes since he was a child.

Linglong was worried whether he would get sick from this.

"Why are you always looking outside?" Mo Wenxian asked as if he didn't know. Linglong looked flustered. She took the chopsticks and randomly picked up the dishes and put them into her mouth. She said vaguely: "No, I was just watching.

Let's see if Yi Xuan is back...cough cough cough..." Linglong choked when she accidentally ate chili pepper. Mo Wenxian was about to pour her a cup of tea when he saw Linglong picked up the wine in front of her and drank it all.

There was a burning sensation in her throat. Suddenly, Linglong coughed even more violently, and her fair and jade-like face was congested and red.

At this time, Mo Wenxian panicked and hurriedly walked over and patted her on the back, "Linglong, how are you? Don't scare Master? Why don't you talk?" Even though he was usually quite shrewd, as long as he was...

If something happens to the good disciple, his mind will not be able to find the right direction.

For example, now, it was perfectly fine for him to just pour Linglong a cup of tea, but he kept patting her on the back. The only thing that hurt Linglong was her throat, and it didn't work at all.

Linglong coughed so much that tears flowed out. She was speechless and could not count on her master. When she was about to pour a cup of tea, a white figure appeared in her hazy sight. The next second, Mo Wenxian was

The person was pushed away suddenly, and Linglong was hugged into a familiar warm embrace.

"Linglong, what's wrong with you?" Leng Ruoyan asked anxiously. He had been standing outside and heard Linglong's cough, and then Mo Wenxian's panicked voice. Not knowing what was going on inside, he was very worried, so he ignored it.

She would get angry and run in.

Linglong was still coughing and her face was red. Leng Ruoyan saw her hand on her throat and understood immediately. He quickly glanced at the table, then took the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea. After testing the temperature,

Then he handed it to Linglong’s mouth.

He held Linglong's back with one hand and said softly: "Drink some tea first, it will make you feel better."

Linglong was feeling terribly uncomfortable now, so she didn't think about it so much for the time being, holding the teacup in both hands.

"Slow down, be careful not to get choked again." Leng Ruoyan said as he patted her back gently to help her calm down.

Mo Wenxian frowned and stood up from the ground, rubbing his sore butt with one hand. Looking at the two people leaning against each other in front of him, the anger in his heart subsided in an instant. It seemed that this young man still cared about Linglong.

Well, I really don’t know why I hurt her like that before.