After saying goodbye to the young man, Chu Ling also turned back to the river. After considering the location of the hut that the young man mentioned and the exit where Jun Wuhuan said, he finally chose a mountain road that is more difficult to walk to settle in the hut in the valley. After all, even if they arrived at the exit, she could not take the seriously injured Jun Wuhuan to play drift now, right? After going out, she had to face the pursuit of the Northern Jin people, which was even more difficult to deal with. It would be better to heal some of the injuries first and go out more safely. As long as both of their injuries healed, where is there any place in the world that cannot be visited?

The cottage is not far from the lake where they are. Although the mountain road is difficult to walk, with Chu Ling, Jun Wuhuan is a patient person. After spending a lot of effort, they finally arrived at their destination. But not to mention that Chu Ling was exhausted and sweating, Jun Wuhuan's face became even more ugly. However, they both looked at each other and smiled. It was always good to have a place to stay.

This is a wooden house built in a valley. Although it is simple and only one, it is not small. After all, hunters often come in groups in such deep mountains, so there must be enough places for everyone to rest.

The house was still very clean. In autumn, hunters were busy storing winter rations and went into the mountains very frequently. There was even some unused firewood outside the house. Chu Ling set up the firewood and cooked a pot of soup with the fish he had made. Jun Wuhuan drank it together. The two of them couldn't hold on and fell asleep again.

Jun Wuhuan woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes. He saw Chu Ling lying on the wooden table not far away and fell asleep. He stared at the petite back sleeping at the desk, his eyes deep and complicated. After a while, Jun Wuhuan slowly sat up. I don’t know if Chu Ling trusted him enough or if he was too tired these two days, this time he did not wake up. Jun Wuhuan silently got out of the bed and walked to Chu Ling, leaned over and picked her up and put it on the bed.

Chu Ling woke up almost the moment he was picked up by him. He was probably familiar with the embrace but did not struggle. He just opened his eyes and said, "What are you doing? How many more days do you want to lie down?" If she had a stress reaction, she could slap him half to death.

Jun Wuhuan smiled faintly and said, "The external injuries are not serious and there is no crack. Don't worry."

Chu Ling sat on the bed and looked at him. Jun Wuhuan said, "This place is too simple, but the bed is always more comfortable than the side of the table."

Chu Ling sighed, shrank into the bed and left half of the space, and then fell down and continued to sleep. Jun Wuhuan was stunned for a while, and after a while, he came to his senses, he couldn't help laughing silently. After a while, he lay on the bed again and lie side by side. On the ground not far from the bed, a pile of firewood was burning quietly, bringing some warmth to this simple and cold hut.

Jun Wuhuan was lying on the bed but did not fall asleep for a long time. Not only was the pain in his body that made him unable to sleep, but the slow breathing of the girl beside him made him feel indescribable. In his life, he never enjoyed a moment of relaxation and joy except for being happy and carefree in his childhood. More than ten years ago, a huge family of generals collapsed overnight. At that time, he was under ten years old and didn't even understand what was going on, so he was taken away by his loyal servant in his family. He saw the blood of the Jun family staining the execution ground with his own eyes, and watched the father, who was considered a hero who was standing tall, beheaded with shame. After that, the loyal servant took him to go to the capital and went to Xiqin.

Jun Wuhuan knew that his father's death was not the work of Emperor Yongjia, and he must have been reluctant to let his father let the Jun family die. But Jun Wuhuan could not help but resent. If the emperor had not been foolish and incompetent, how could he be the regent have the power? What kind of emperor would he be the puppet in the hands of the regent? When Jun Wuhuan was young and rebellious and tortured by illness and death, he even hated his father. If he hadn't insisted on assisting a cowardly and incompetent emperor, how could the Jun family have such a disaster?

Jun Wuhuan's life before he was ten years old was bright and happy. He was tall and mighty father, gentle and loving mother, and brothers and sisters who still had good feelings for his family despite occasional quarrels. After he was ten years old, Jun Wuhuan's life was heavy and dark. He suffered great disasters when he was young. He almost completely abolished the martial arts foundation learned by his father since childhood and almost paralyzed even with his limbs. Finally, he became a famous teacher by chance, but because he was not in line with his internal skills, he learned it very hard. However, no matter how many difficulties he had, Jun Wuhuan suffered. At the age of 12, he was able to compete with most second-rate masters at the beginning of his 12-year-old master's internal skills, but he also suffered an almost unstoppable problem. Later, Jun Wuhuan took over Lingxiao Trading Company, and in just a few years, Lingxiao Trading Company expanded countless times in his hands.

When the Clan knocked on the gate, Jun Wuhuan even had some malice and gloating. You had falsely accused my father and the Jun family, but now you deserved to be chased by the Clan! Even if he had met them before the Clan entered the gate, maybe Changli Gongzi and Lingxiao Trading Company would become the second Tian family. But when Jun Wuhuan took Lingxiao Trading Company to re-step into this land that once belonged to the Apocalypse, he looked like a river of blood flowing.

There are thousands of miles of bones and miserable mists everywhere. From Western Qin to Shangjing, Jun Wuhuan saw countless killings along the way. The ordinary people who had sunrise and sunset in the past were killed, enslaved, and plundered for no reason. The high and low levels of people are not due to achievements, abilities, character and knowledge. Just because you are a gentry person and I am a member of the Clan, even the most vulgar martial artist can bully and enslave a respected scholar of the world.

Jun Wuhuan stayed in Shangjing for half a month, left quietly, kicking his original idea of ​​revenge on the Apocalypse into the Mulan River outside Shangjing. Therefore, no one in the world knew that half a year ago when Changli Gongzi and Lingxiao Trading Company settled in Shangjing, a pale and thin boy came alone and left quietly.

For more than ten years, he has been alone. Countless people come and go around him, with friends and subordinates, but Jun Wuhuan often feels very cold. Everyone has his own people who want to protect and care about, but he never has that person anymore. He has no one who wants to protect the death, and no one wants to protect him.

Jun Wuhuan is rich in the world. Does he need someone to protect him?

Young Master Changli has the highest martial arts skills. Does he need someone to protect him?

That's what everyone thinks.

She looked down at the girl lying quietly beside her. The girl's fair and delicate face was light blushing, but there was a faint shadow under her eyes. It was obvious that she had not had a good rest these two days. Her breathing was gentle and steady, and it seemed that she could only hear the occasional crackling sound of the fire in the dark wooden house. Jun Wuhuan felt that her heartbeat seemed to gradually stabilize with her breathing.

I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and gently smoothed the hair in her ear.

I still remember that when I saw her in the small county town of Xinzhou three years ago... I was wearing a shabby dress that could hardly be seen as it was, and even my little face was dirty and could not see such exquisite and beautiful appearance. But those eyes were so clear that he could hardly help but look around and avoid it. Such dazzling eyes were not the innocence of ignorance of the world, nor the strong blood of a young man. Instead, it was a bit sharp and clear and conscience that was not her age, as well as a faint joke and a sense of confidence and calmness.

A very interesting little girl, I don’t know where it came from. At that time, Jun Wuhuan thought so. But he didn’t expect that he would have such a deep friendship and involvement with this little girl soon. He didn’t expect that Jun Wuhuan would actually...

The fingertips accidentally touched the skin in her ears, and quickly withdrew their hands as if the fire was burning his fingertips.

After a while, I couldn't help but chuckled in a low voice.

Ah Ling

In this world, no woman except her would agree so naturally that she would let a man fall asleep with her without any scent of the beauty of the moon. But, Ah Ling... what should I do if you do this? If I saw you and other men like this... I would definitely kill him! Even though I knew that my long-term illness could not match you, I still couldn't help but want to drag you to sink together.

Chu Ling seemed to hear a low laugh in her sleep, but she did not open her eyes to look. She was too sleepy and tired. She realized in a trance that this was Jun Wuhuan's voice, and then fell asleep again. The mountains and forests on the winter night were cold, and even when the fire was burned, it still could not completely drive away the coldness in the wooden house. Not to mention that there was only an old and messy animal skin spread on the bed. Chu Ling felt a faint warmth next to her, and couldn't help but leaned against her. After a while, she was gently pulled into her arms.

When Chu Ling woke up again, she found herself lying in a warm embrace. Jun Wuhuan's body was always a little cool. It was probably very comfortable in summer but not so pleasant in winter. But now...there is a faint warmth coming from him, and she slept until dawn all night without dreams.

"A Ling is awake?" As soon as Chu Ling moved for a moment, Jun Wuhuan opened his eyes and laughed softly.

Chu Ling sat up, looked at Jun Wuhuan and frowned and said, "You..." How long has Jun Wuhuan used his internal strength to drive away the cold of her?

Jun Wuhuan laughed and said, "I told A Ling that even in my sleep, my body cannot cut off the internal energy and regulate my breathing, otherwise my life will not last long."

"..." Chu Ling didn't say anything. It was different from using his own energy to regulate his breathing and using internal energy to drive away the cold. But Chu Ling didn't live much, just asked: "What do you think?" Jun Wuhuan said: "The external injury will be healed in two days. I took A Lingcai's medicine yesterday, and the internal injury will be recovered in a few days."

Chu Ling nodded, got up and got out of bed, "That's right, can you avoid taking that medicine? Do not take it well. You lie down first, I'll prepare breakfast."

Jun Wuhuan lay on the bed, watching her get up and go out quietly, and always felt that Ah Ling's steps were much faster than usual.

Chu Ling pushed open the door and a cold wind immediately rushed over. The world that caught his eyes was snowy. It turned out that there was heavy snow last night. Even the ground in the mountains and forests was piled up, and the branches in the distance were covered tightly by snow. From time to time, snow fell from the branches to the ground.

Chu Ling took a deep breath, and the cool air flowed through her lungs with clear and cold air, and she became much more awake.

"It's snowing." Chu Ling said softly.

The mountains and forests are already empty, and as if the ground is covered with a layer of white snow today, it makes the mountains look even quieter and the world is quieter. Chu Ling looked at the snow foam that was still fluttering in the sky and said softly: "It would be nice if it was always so quiet."

But this is obviously impossible, and Chu Ling just sighed in a flash.

After moving his hands and feet, Jun Wuhuan was leaning against the bed and looking at her, "A Ling seems to be very happy?"

Chu Ling smiled and said, "It's snowing."

Jun Wuhuan said, "Okay, it will be even more difficult for them to come into the mountain to find us when it snows." What he didn't say was that if the snow fell too heavily, it would be a bit difficult for them to go out.

Chu Ling was in a good mood. She took the iron pot next to her and went out. She filled the clean snow on the top of the treetops and put it on the fire. After a while, the snow gradually turned into snow water, and the snow water gradually boiled. Chu Ling took out the wild game and wild vegetables harvested yesterday and skillfully cooked a pot of fresh meat and wild vegetable soup that looked full of color. Unfortunately... I always eat meat and wild vegetables and fruits without staple food. Chu Ling thought about it and went back to the nearby people to see if I could buy some. The young man who came here yesterday would not be too far away, right?

Jun Wuhuan leaned against the bed and looked at her busy figure quietly, with a warm smile in her eyes.

It turns out that the quiet and peaceful happiness feels like this? In such a cold day, there is a feeling of someone busy for you.

This is what my father said, would you rather give everything and want to protect the happiness?
Chapter completed!