Before Mo'er could react, she saw his figure move, and the faint sword light seemed to merge with the hot sun.
Before several bandits could even let out a scream, they all fell down. He stood under the boundless bamboo forest, with a body as long as jade and black hair like a waterfall. He put his sword into its sheath, and the leaves on the tree rustled.
It fell like a green mountain rain, and his figure became taller and clearer in the rain.
She couldn't help but grabbed the sword and package beside her, and then stepped back. But before taking two steps, something suddenly tightened around her ankle. She screamed, and her body was hoisted into the air, with a hazy black shadow.
In a flash, a strong hand grasped her waist. She was frightened and hugged his neck. There was a faint scent of sandalwood on his body, which reminded her of her distant hometown, peaceful and calm.
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This was a series of traps, specially used to hunt wild beasts in the bamboo forest. As the sliding rope moved the soft arrows hidden around, the arrows suddenly shot towards the two of them from all directions. He shot them with one hand.
She held her in her arms and waved the long sword in her hand with one hand. After a clanging sound, the broken arrow fell to the ground. But in order to protect her, he was still hit by an arrow, and the whole arrow was buried deep.
In the shoulder, there were bright red blood stains all around.
He hugged her and floated to the ground, then his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground on one knee.
Mo'er hurriedly supported him, "Do you have the gold medicine on you?"
His eyes were as dark as a pool, and he nodded slightly.
When he found this abandoned thatched hut, he had lost a lot of blood, his face was pale, and there was sweat on his forehead.
Mo'er used a lot of strength to help him sit inside. Except for her father and brother, she had never had such close contact with any other man. She didn't notice it when she was anxious just now, but now she saw him using
A pair of black eyes looked at her, and two red clouds suddenly appeared on her face.
He was actually fascinated by the woman's clear and bright pupils, her curved eyebrows, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her fair and flawless skin showing a faint red pink, her thin lips as delicate as rose petals,
He had seen many women, many of whom were beautiful and graceful, but this was the first one to be as charming as her.
The world is so wonderful that such a woman can be born.
"Do you want me to take care of this wound myself?" he asked sarcastically.
If the injury is on his shoulder, how can he reach it?
After hearing this, Mo'er felt a little guilty. After all, he was injured because he was trying to save herself. At this time, she did not avoid the suspicion of the man and woman. She stretched out her two delicate hands and took the fire-heated dagger from him. She
First, the clothes were cut open, revealing the red, swollen, and bloody flesh. There were arrows inserted into the flesh, and the wound had become thickly black.
She had never seen such a wound before. Her hands were shaking and her eyes were dazzled for a moment, but she bit her lip stubbornly.
"Just bear with it." She knew that this sentence would be useless, but she couldn't help but say it. The dagger in her hand dug into the flesh next to the arrowhead, and she smelled the smell of burning flesh.
His body stiffened, and cold sweat flowed down from his forehead. He reached for the sword beside him and bit it on the hilt. He bit hard, and the iron sword seemed to be broken by him. He endured the severe pain.
She can imagine.
When they took out the arrowhead, both of them were covered in sweat. Mo'er felt dizzy when her hands were covered with blood. She had been dizzy since she was a child, and her father never dared to take her hunting. But just now, she didn't know where she was.
I had the courage to do something that I thought was cruel.
As soon as her body went limp, she was about to collapse to the ground, but he pulled her into his arms.
His eyes were deep and starry, locking tightly onto the pale face of the person in his arms. Just now, he was secretly sighing that this woman had such courage to take an arrow to stop the bleeding. This would probably make a grown man tremble.
She was able to do three-point things so easily. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, she fainted in his arms. It seemed that she had a strong will, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, smiling without knowing it.
Mo'er woke up from a coma, and the moon had risen outside the window, casting mottled light through the gaps in the bamboo forest.
"Axiu." She suddenly thought of Axiu, and became extremely anxious. She went to distract the pursuers, but she didn't know what happened to her later.
She hurriedly got out of bed and pushed the door open.
He was standing in the bamboo forest dressed in black. He was looking up at the moonlight in the sky. His thin figure had a hint of flute and loneliness. Bamboo leaves fell on his shoulders, making no sound.
Her heart seemed to be clenched tightly by something. She found that when she walked over, he had turned his head and looked at her. His deep eyes were filled with the moonlight in the sky, and her heart trembled.
Suddenly, some emotion quietly dispersed from it and turned into a wisp of smoke.
"What's your name?" he asked calmly.
Mo'er lowered her head and said, "Mo'er."
"Mo'er." He whispered her name, "My name is Ye Hen."
She hummed, and glanced at his clothes from the corner of her eyes. She hadn't looked carefully just now, but this time under the refraction of the moonlight, she saw that there were dark patterns of dragons and phoenixes on the brocade clothes. She had heard her father talk about this Chu Zhaoguo.
According to etiquette, dragon and phoenix patterns will only appear on the clothes of the royal family. If ordinary people wear them, it is a serious sin of disobedience.
She was shocked, could this Ye Hen be from the royal family?
The two of them were speechless and just stared at the moon in a daze.
When going to bed at night, he gave the bed to her and threw himself on the broken wooden chair. Mo'er slept soundly. Several times she woke up from her dreams and saw him sitting there, looking at her lightly.
, he was injured, how could he sit like this all night, she called him softly: "Ye Hen, I'll go sleep on that chair."
When he heard the voice, he stood up and walked over. She wanted to sit up, but he held her shoulders. Just like that, he was caught off guard and kissed her lips.
There was a hint of coolness on his lips, like the moonlight at night, cool and cold, but his breath was hot, with an irresistible domineering and predatory feel.
She was shocked at first and then resisted. She pushed hard against his chest with both hands, but he grabbed her slender hand and kissed her tightly. She finally couldn't breathe and stared at him with a flushed face.
When their eyes met, it was as if they were looking into each other's eyes and saw the desolation and loneliness there.
He let her go and let her gasp in front of her. She glared at him, and his raised wrist was caught by him. He was not angry or angry, but chuckled. She looked like a victim.
The angry little beast stood up with thorns all over its body, so cute and unruly.
In search of the lost Zhenhai Pearl, he had wandered in the woods for two days and two nights, but he didn't expect that he would unexpectedly meet her and save her. It only takes one look at such a woman to make a person doomed. Just meeting her for the first time.