Let the Villain Go

In the golden age, there will be many hotels in every human city. Most of these places for travelers to stay in are decorated with high-end atmosphere, comfortable and neatly arranged, and the service is considerate and in place.

In this wasteland era, the hotel still exists.

In a corner of Spring City, there is such a hotel that provides protection from the wind and rain for travelers.

The long dark corridor is lined with wooden doors next to each other. Residents who enter and exit with basins or other sundries even have to walk sideways so as not to collide with the neighbors walking out on the opposite side. together.

At the entrance was a long table that had fallen out of paint, and a big fat man was leaning over the table and scratching his feet boredly.

The curtain of the door was opened, and a woman walked in from outside, and dropped a green Tier 1 magic seed on the table.

"Open a room."

Without lifting his head, the man with his feet fumbled out a key and slapped it on the table. He said forcefully, "One Demon Seed for three days, the ninth one on the right."

A low-level monster can live for three days, and the price is not expensive. There is nothing but a room and a bed.

At the same time, as long as you can afford the demon seed, it doesn't matter who you live in, and it doesn't matter what you live in.

The woman supported the person in her arms, reached out to take the key, and turned away without saying a word.

The big man raised his head from behind the table and glanced at the woman's back.

Dressed in general, weapons are also ordinary, not anyone worthy of special attention.

She held a person whose head and face were tightly wrapped in blankets in her arms. From the bare legs of the blanket exposed, it could be seen that she was a relatively young man.

It is not uncommon for a man to hold a woman to open a house, and a woman to hold a man to open a house.

The doorman stopped looking at her, and looked back from behind the service desk.

Chu Qianxun pushed open the door.

The room was very small, the floor and walls were dirty, and there were suspicious dark brown traces everywhere.

A small iron bed placed against the wall on the right occupies most of the room, and a small table is placed on the left. The space left is just enough for one person to walk.

In the corner of the door, a sink with drainage is installed directly against the wall for easy washing. Of course, there is no such luxury as the faucet. You need to go out and bring it back yourself.

On the wall where the table was leaning, a small window was opened high, and a ray of sunlight fell into the room along the mottled glass, and fell on the not-so-clean bed. You can see countless small details in the sunlight. Dust floats up and down in the air comfortably.

These dense rooms are separated by ordinary wooden boards, which have very poor sound insulation and can clearly hear the various sounds of the residents next door.

Chu Qianxun put Ye Peitian down, and the bed made a creak.

The man was silent, there was no sound, no movement, and no resistance at all.

Chu Qianxun knew that he was awake. He was facing the wall, his messy forehead, and his eyes with no focal length were always open. His eyes were sloppy and cold, with a sense of boredom.

It seems that no matter where he is taken, no matter how others treat him, he doesn't care, it doesn't matter.

Chu Qianxun went to the service counter to pick up a bucket, fetched a large bucket of water, and sat down by the bed.

He took out a fairly clean towel from his backpack, squeezed it wet, reached out his hand to stop Ye Peitian's messy hair on his forehead, and began to clean his **** face.

Those blood clots had dried up and condensed on the skin, Chu Qianxun tried his best to be careful, the maroon blood clots peeled off, and the wet towel washed out his eyebrows little by little.

His eyebrows were a little pale, just hit by the sunlight from the window, and the fine fluff on his face could be seen.

The slender eyelashes were stained with water, and the eyeballs were amber clear under the reflection of the light.

The eyelids went down slightly, and with the unwavering look in the eyes, there was a decadent beauty that was both decadent and mournful.

Chu Qianxun's heart suddenly became slightly sour. This face was very familiar to her. In that long dream, she saw herself and him in another world lingering together, day and night.

At that time, this face was always smiling, and it was full of Feixia at every turn.

Compared to Chu Qianxun’s memory, the face in front of him was too thin. The tight jaw line and the high nose bridge made him feel like a knife ready to fight hard at any time.

His skin is white, and there are thick dark circles under his eyes.

Chu Qianxun felt that he might seldom sleep, so that even his recovery ability could not keep up with the melanin that dissipated his eyes.

How come you have lived like this, obviously living in that other world so happy and contented.

Chu Qianxun suddenly wanted to see that clean and shy smile again.

Ye Peitian was fished out of the blood pit by her. There was too much mud and blood on his body, and the whole bucket of clear water quickly became blood red.

Chu Qianxun put down the towel and took out a small ceramic pot from his backpack. This was just bought in the potion shop on the road. It can relieve the bleeding caused by the bleeding saint.

Open the lid, it is filled with crystal clear semi-liquid plaster, emitting a very special fragrance.

Chu Qianxun put the plaster on his finger and carefully applied it to Ye Peitian's wound. The blood-red wound occasionally flashed one or two small black arcs, causing Chu Qianxun's fingers to feel a sting.

In that deep **** mouth, looming dense black arcs were constantly interlaced and lit up, and Chu Qianxun couldn't imagine how painful it was.

The wound on his chest that had been torturing him suddenly became cold, and Ye Peitian recovered.

The man's finger was stained with medicine and applied little by little to his wound. The hot wound seemed to be covered with cool ice and was soothed little by little.

This kind of medicine can only treat the wounds on the surface of the skin, and cannot solve the inner problems, but anyway, it gave him a little bit of relief from the endless pain.

The woman's fingertips had thick calluses because they held the knife all the time, and when they touched the skin, they felt a tingling sensation.

This fine itchy touch penetrated the skin, drilled into his body all the way from the pores of the skin, and went all the way into his heart, causing a slight tingling there.

This man is treating his wound.

He had almost forgotten the meaning of the word healing.

Since the arrival of the magic seed, he was discovered to possess the recovery ability of an immortal, and everyone seemed to feel that he was injured and did not need treatment.

Even though his wounds are as painful as theirs, he can't even get rid of those intolerable pains through death.

When he dragged his body back to his family, the stepmother looked at his battered body and asked symbolically.

"Xiaoye is so badly injured, do you want to bandage him?"

"Forget it, he won't die, medicine is too precious at this time, we still have to save some for Pei Yuan." It was his father who said this.

He was found by people from the Shenai Group, locked in the research room, and locked on the operating table. In spite of his pain and pleading, the demons cruelly stole all kinds of things from him.

Even in such a place full of medical drugs, no one reached out to relieve his pain once.

Sometimes, with his eyes blindfolded, he would hear someone talking next to him.

"It's too ugly, do you want to stitch him up."

"Don't waste it, he won't die anyway."

Since then, he won't die, and he is qualitative without treatment.

No one regards him as a living person anymore, even if he eased his pain once.

Sure enough, he didn't die, and slowly survived the pain.

The woman in front of her lowered her head, carefully applied medicine to every wound, and leaned down from time to time, blowing gently on the wound.

Ye Peitian don’t look away, he doesn’t want to look at that woman’s face,

He didn't want to see this rare gentleness tearing open the mask in an instant, turning into a hideous and cruel appearance.

Chu Qianxun’s fingers were cracked by the arc. This was only a trivial injury to her. She shook her injured hand, stood by the table, and flipped through the backpack with her uninjured hand. thing.

Ye Peitian was lying on the bed, and his eyes fell on her hand hanging beside her.

There was still some ointment left on the finger, several blood ports were cracked, and a few drops of blood dripped from the fingertips.

The hand shook lightly, and a drop of blood fell on the pillowcase in front of Ye Peitian's eyes, and quickly penetrated, leaving a conspicuous blood spot on the yellowed cloth surface.

Ye Peitian's gaze stuck to the red spot, and he stopped moving.

"I'll go out and find you a healer. Don't talk or move when someone comes."

"This is a dark street. Doctors generally only charge money, not who you are."

Chu Qianxun turned over a mask, put it on Ye Peitian's face, and gathered his slightly curly hair, put a cotton hat on his head, pulled down the edge of the hat, and pressed most of him. Eyebrows, then carefully covered him with a blanket.

In this era, there are people dressed up in all kinds of exotic clothes, and Ye Peitian is nothing like that.

"Okay, so I won't recognize it." Chu Qianxun looked up and down, "Stay well, I'll be back soon."