Long Fuyue breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt relieved. If she could persist until this point, she would naturally not die. She would never let herself die!
Her feet were in terrible pain at the moment, so she couldn't help but take off her shoes and took a look. As expected, her feet were covered with large and small blood blisters.
She gritted her teeth, took out the curled knife, and wanted to pop all the blood blisters on her feet. A hand as beautiful as jade stretched out, with a silver needle in the palm: "Use this.
"
Long Fuyue stretched out her hand to take the silver needle from his palm, and her fingertips unconsciously brushed against his palm, feeling that his palm was as cold as ice.
She secretly wondered why this person's body temperature was so cold all year round. He didn't look like a living person... She was startled by her thoughts and smiled slightly. This person seemed to be breathing and heartbeating, and he was alive in her.
Now, how could I have such strange thoughts?[
She shook her head to get rid of all the random thoughts in her mind. She used a silver needle to pop the blood bubbles one by one. A celadon bottle was handed over, and a cold voice sounded beside her: "Put this on and the pain will be relieved."
some."
Long Fuyue thanked her in a low voice, dug out some ointment from the celadon bottle, and applied it to the ulcers on her feet. A ray of coolness refreshed her heart and spleen, and the pain was indeed relieved a lot.
She couldn't help but glance at him gratefully: "Da...oh, what should I call you?"
She originally wanted to call him Senior Brother, but for some reason she couldn't, so she changed her name and asked him his name.
The man looked at her lightly: "You should call me Senior Brother."
"Ah? Didn't you say you're not him?" Long Fuyue looked at him in surprise.
"The name is just a code name. What does it matter what you call me? Since it's easier for you to call me senior brother, then call me this." The man's expression was calm and relaxed, as if nothing was bothering him.
"Oh..." Long Fuyue was speechless.
It was almost the second watch of the night, and the biting cold wind was blowing on his body, like a knife cutting him. Long Fuyue's clothes were already in tatters, and he could barely wear his body. At this moment, he was even shivering with cold.