Let the Villain Go

Chu Qianxun returned to the Spring City all the way, rushed into Gao Yan's room, pulled up Gao Yan who was dying on the bed, opened the bottle cap in his hand and poured it into her mouth.

Gao Yan drank half a bottle and seemed to have recovered a little bit of strength. She stopped Chu Qianxun's hand and coughed a few times.

"What...what, this smell."

"Drink up, don't waste it." Chu Qianxun said.

Gao Yan lowered her head and finally saw what the liquid was in the jar. She frowned tightly, remained silent for a while, and finally drank all with her head raised.

She put the bottle down, wiped her mouth, and lay back silently.

Chu Qianxun sat beside her bed, thinking about her own thoughts dullly.

Seeing that Gao Yan’s gray face gradually became bloody, she even had the strength to prop up her body and sit up a little bit.

"So you know it too."

"Know what?" Chu Qianxun didn't react for a moment.

"Knowing that the holy blood that has been touted as a god-given thing is actually just...human blood." Gao Yan looked at Chu Qianxun, "There are very few people who know this, and I also learned by accident. I have never dared to say it."

Gao Yan is still a woman who is very good at camping whenever she needs it. Compared with Chu Qianxun, she knows a lot of "upper people" in the base, and there are a lot of gossips hidden in her belly. This is why she is often caught in the building. Some of the reasons for the rejection of women.

Gao Yan's gaze fell on the empty bottle, the mouth of the bottle was stained red, "It's ridiculous to think about it. Those big guys who slogans on the road to the devil and guardian are just to satisfy their ulterior desires. And that A human demon who gets rid of everyone else quickly is the true provider of magic medicine."

Chu Qianxun followed Gao Yan's words for a while, and suddenly felt a horror.

Once in the streets and alleys of this base, you can easily buy the life-saving medicine holy blood. While praising the Shenai Group that produced the magic drug, people unknowingly spurned Ye Peitian who provided the flesh and blood to rescue them.

Chu Qianxun murmured: "No wonder there are so many people who go to encircle Ye Peitian one after another. No wonder Ye Peitian becomes so crazy."

Gao Yan laughed self-deprecatingly: "But what can I do? When it's his turn of life and death, who wouldn't want to get such a life-saving holy blood."

"Thank you, Qianxun." Gao Yan stretched out her hand from the bedding and took Chu Qianxun's hand. "Before, I always thought you were very cold. I was wrong. I didn't expect you. Can help me like this."

Gao Yan has always been pungent and strong, Chu Qianxun never knew she had such soft hands.

Sometimes they wear their shells too thick, they are used to guarding everyone, keeping a distance from everyone, and they are reluctant to take one more step. Even if they get along for a long time, they may not have a chance to truly understand each other.

"So, where on earth did you come from?" Gao Yan mentioned the empty bottle, "Where did you get it so fresh and untreated..."

"I searched for a long time and didn't buy the finished product. So I went directly to Ye Peitian. He happened to be injured."

The bottle fell to the ground with a bang and rolled, dragging a trace of red.

"You are too gutsy." Gao Yan covered her mouth.

Chu Qianxun didn't know why she was so courageous, maybe in her subconscious, that murderous human demon was not such a terrifying person.

The sky was faintly bright, and Chu Qianxun returned to his room. The bean paste that was too late to eat last night had already formed into lump. Chu Qianxun added a little boiled water to it, stirred it, no matter whether it was delicious or unpalatable, he poured it into his stomach in a thin breath.

On the table was a glass mirror with a cracked corner. The woman in the mirror had messy hair, a haggard face, and her eyes were less than twenty-five years old, as if she had gone through the vicissitudes of life and looked lifeless, without any vitality. This is a woman who has been bent back by life, dare not do anything, dare not care about anything, and can live a day with her head shrunk.

Chu Qianxun looked in the mirror silently for a while, then lay down on the bed.

After running around for a day and a night, she was obviously very tired, but she couldn't sleep. She stared at the shabby mosquito net above her head for a long while, rolled on the bed twice, and sat up. Lie down again, lie down and sit up again.

After repeating this several times, Chu Qianxun got up to his feet, stretched his head from the window sill full of various vegetables, and shouted downstairs.

"Crazy woman, buy things."

The window downstairs was pushed open with a bang, and a freckled woman held out her head with a toothbrush in her mouth and mumbled vaguely, "What do you want."

"A bag of oatmeal, do you have eggs? Two."

"Where did you get rich? It's so good to eat? The crazy woman sucked the toothpaste foam from her mouth," you wait. "

"Eh." Chu Qianxun stopped her and added, "Is there any rock candy? Come on."

Eggs and rock candy are precious items in this era, and the prices are not cheap.

Chu Qianxun hung down a basket from the window. There were five green and glittering first-order magic seeds in the basket, and then a small bag of food was replaced. In her memory, this is the food that person likes.

After a while, she put a bowl of cooked oatmeal porridge on the head of Gao Yan's bed. Eggs were knocked in the porridge, which was yellow and orange with a hint of sweetness. Gao Yan saw tears coming out.

Chu Qianxun put the remaining porridge in a thermos, packed a backpack, and went out of the city.

The small building outside the city looked no different from when Chu Qianxun left.

Chu Qianxun lifted layers of vines and got in.

The sky outside was already bright, and the vision inside the house was still dim. The room was covered with thick dust, and a few pieces of broken furniture could be seen in the corner.

In the middle of the floor, there was a bottle of water with the lid opened and a spread of dry food quietly placed, obviously not being touched by anyone.

There was a large pool of shocking blood beside the food. Chu Qianxun followed the trail of blood dragging to find it. In a narrow corner of the wall, he found Ye Peitian curled up against it.

His face was pale, his head was on the wall, and he was in a complete coma, and the blood underneath was flowing out along the wall.

On the floor in front of him, there was a small cluster of yellow sand, and in the center of the yellow sand was a small night light still shining.

Even though he broke his hand and was so badly injured, he still used his ability to drag this light to his side.

Chu Qianxun carefully touched Ye Peitian, and his body leaning against the wall fell and fell into her arms.

She grabbed the cold body with one hand, and uncovered the coat that was almost soaked in blood with the other, revealing the broken body.

There were several penetrating wounds on Ye Peitian's body. Those hideous wounds flashed with small black arcs from time to time. Whenever the wounds began to heal, the arcs flickered and once again cruelly tore the wounds from the inside.

Ye Peitian is an immortal, and his recovery ability should have been amazing. The arms that were twisted by him have long since healed and stopped bleeding. But these special wounds on his body continued to crack repeatedly, making him in a state of continuous blood loss.

Chu Qianxun's brows were tightly furrowed, and such a wound was wounded by a sacred vessel with a "bleeding" effect.

The so-called sacred weapon is a weapon made by humans using the body of the monster after killing the monster. If the design is ingenious and well-made, it will be able to bring some of the abilities of the monster before it is alive, so weapons with special abilities are called sacred weapons.

The sacred weapon with "bleeding" effect is very rare. It is the weapon that almost all melee saints desire to possess. Wounds wounded by such a weapon will continue to bleed and cannot heal by themselves. The wound on Ye Peitian's body was caused by such a high-level holy artifact.

To heal this kind of injury, you need to apply a liquid extracted from the body of the monster, and then cooperate with the healer's ability to disperse it, and then heal slowly. Most of the injured have often died due to excessive blood loss during the treatment.

Ye Peitian will not die because of this, but this may be another kind of cruelty to him.

Chu Qianxun opened the heat preservation pot he brought, stretched out Ye Peitian's pale lips, and fed him a spoonful of warm oatmeal.

The hungry body received food, even in a coma, it still reacted. His throat rolled, his bloodless lips trembled and opened, and his faint tongue stirred gently in his mouth, expressing his extreme desire for food.

The stronger the recovery ability, the greater the energy consumption when the wound is healed, and a strong sense of hunger will occur. Chu Qianxun didn't understand why Ye Peitian didn't eat the food he left behind.

She scooped up oatmeal with eggs and sugar, and fed it to the unconscious man spoon by spoon.

Ye Peitian's long eyelashes moved slightly and suddenly opened.

Leng Sensen's eyes were composed of cold ice that never melted for thousands of years. He was like a dying beast, with bloodthirsty, hatred and killing in his eyes.

It took him a while to wake up from that violent state, and slowly saw the person in front of him.

The woman came back again, feeding him with a can of food.

Ye Peitian needs food. The heavier the injury, the more hungry he became. The hunger burned his intestines, stomach and even every blood vessel in his body, making him painful. But the heavier the injury, it often means that he has less chance to replenish energy. He has become accustomed to enduring this kind of hungry suffering, enduring until the injury recovers, enduring until he can crawl out of the mud by himself.

He thought he was ridiculous. He had lived such a miserable life, but he was more stubborn to guard his poor self-esteem.

When the woman left, she left food on the ground. But after losing his hands, he didn't want to lie on the ground like a dog and eat what others left behind.

He could only stay away from that position and curl himself into a corner.

The spoon containing the food was raised in front of him, Ye Peitian looked away.

The scent of food penetrated his body pervasively, and he found that his mouth and throat had a scent that made him desperately eager to get it again.

"Eat it, it's sweet." In the tempting voice, the hot food was passed to his lips, and his body opened his mouth in shame before he realized it. Swallow the food to the mouth.

The warm oatmeal wrapped in fragrant eggs rolled all the way from his throat, soothing his hungry intestines and stomach, leaving a hint of sweetness between his lips and tongue.

Like the woman said, it's sweet.

It was just a coincidence, Ye Peitian told himself.

Before the arrival of the magic seed, his favorite food was oatmeal with a little sweetness, but even in such an era of abundant supplies, his father and stepmother seldom paid attention to his taste. Not to mention the delusion that at such a time, someone will specially prepare him a favorite food.

Now that I was fed the first bite, the second bite and the third bite follow logically.

Ye Peitian's heart is upset and restless, at a loss as to what to do.

Kill this woman, climb back to his deserted castle, and retreat into the corner you are used to in order to return to the peace you want. He kept talking in his heart.

Although his hands were broken, his abilities had been restored, and killing such a weak low-level saint was completely trivial.

The yellow sand on the ground began to float, but it did not condense into sharp soil thorns at all, but like his uncontrolled body, happily rolling back and forth on the ground.

Chu Qianxun took out a thin roll of blanket from his backpack and wrapped Ye Peitian's body with his entire head.

"Be patient, I'll take you into the base to treat the wound." The woman knelt down and said to him.

When the woman picked herself up, Ye Peitian found sadly that she was expecting the feeling of being held in her arms by this woman.

Except for being chased and killed, he hasn't been able to get along with a similar person in such a calm and normal manner for several years, so that he was at a loss, panic, and at a loss with a little expectation. Even though he knew he was going to be disappointed eventually, he couldn't help but imagine that the person who wrapped him in a blanket and carefully hugged him had a little kindness towards him, and not just wanted to take his flesh and blood.

The man led him through the dark room and into the bright outdoors.

He rested his head on the woman's shoulder and heard the familiar heartbeat again.

Forget it, Ye Peitian closed his eyes in the dazzling sunlight, no matter what she plans to do to me in the future, I will not take her life.