Ling'er put down the small bag she brought and sat down. She looked at the damage on Brother Yang's robe distressedly, and a question suddenly popped up in her mind: "Even if the 'Caiyun Qing' can block blood leakage, can it be removed?"

There will be more or less blood brought out when the arrow is fired, and then sprayed on the outside of the robe. Why is there no blood at all on Brother Yang's robe?"

Before Ling'er could figure out what was going on, she saw Brother Yang's body shivering slightly when the wind blew. Only then did Ling'er notice the pair of clothes she had put on for Brother Yang before.

The cloak is missing!

Where else could the cloak be? Brother Yang must have taken it off when he was teaching young swordsmanship just now. Ling'er stood up in a hurry, looked around, and sure enough found it on a bamboo shelf in the corner of the yard.

It was very inconvenient to demonstrate sword moves while wearing a big cloak, but why not put it on again after dancing? It was so cold that Ling'er didn't believe that he had forgotten.

Ling'er quickly went to retrieve the cloak, and couldn't help but blame her in her heart: "Obviously you can go to a warm room to lie down and rest, but Brother Yang has to sit in the ice and snow against the cold wind, and even use the wind to keep warm."

His coat was thrown aside! Does he think his body is the same as that of ordinary people?"

Angry as she was, Ling'er still didn't want to let Brother Yang get cold. She unfolded her cloak, carefully avoiding the injury on her left back shoulder, and covered Brother Yang's body.

Just when the cloak was about to fall, Ling'er's heart suddenly rose. Something was wrong! Something was wrong with Brother Yang! He was extremely alert. On normal days, even if he used Qing Gong to get closer, he would wake up immediately from his deep sleep.

Come. But now I was in a hurry to get the cloak and forgot to use Qinggong. I walked back and forth for several steps without disturbing him! Could it be that he was not just sleeping? But he fell into a coma?

Ling'er was extremely worried, but she didn't expect that the next moment, the person she thought had fainted slowly opened her eyes.

"Brother Yang? Are you awake?" Ling'er called him softly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It's good that he didn't pass out.

It turned out that Qi Yang, who was half asleep, felt the pressure on his left shoulder injury. The sudden intensification of pain made him take a breath and instinctively opened his eyes, but his consciousness had not yet recovered. Until he heard Ling'er's voice, he said:

He suddenly woke up after seeing Linger's worried and concerned eyes.

"You're here? Why did I accidentally fall asleep?" Qi Yang tried his best to pull the corner of his mouth and said to Ling'er with a smile. But his voice was hoarse and filled with indescribable weakness.

Ling'er felt very distressed after hearing this. Thinking of what Zhang Ren had just said when he saw her, she boldly guessed, "Are you sitting here waiting for me?"

Qi Yang smiled and did not answer.

Ling'er knew that he had guessed correctly. Brother Yang really expected that he would come to him. Not only did he tell Zhang Ren, but he was also waiting for him here. Maybe the innkeeper would simply tell him where Zhang Ren's home was, and it was also Brother Yang.

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Ling'er was moved, but she still couldn't help but blame him, "Then you should at least put on a big cloak, right?"

Qi Yang seemed to have noticed that he was very warm. When he lowered his head, he saw that the cloak was covering his body. He raised his right hand without thinking, trying to lift the cloak.

"What are you doing?" Ling'er hurriedly stopped her.

Qi Yang couldn't use his right hand, so he could only advise Ling'er, "Don't get dirty."

Hearing this, Ling'er moved her hands and looked at Brother Yang in shock. Did it get dirty? How else could it get dirty? Brother Yang was actually worried about staining the blood on his cloak, and would rather let him stay cold?
Chapter completed!