After wiping away the blood from his mouth, nose and ears, he went to get water to wash his hands. When he turned around, Yan Xiaoyu was standing behind him, looking at him with clear eyes.
"You endured it very hard, didn't you?" Yan Xiaoyu's crisp voice rang in his ears, but he could only hear a buzzing sound.
Looking at the shape of her mouth, he barely recognized it and shook his head, "No, I promised you that I will work hard to live for you, so even if King Yama asks for my soul, I will fight with all my strength!"
"You always call me a fool, but in fact you are the real fool. Don't endure all the pain in front of me!" Yan Xiaoyu stepped forward and hugged his slightly cold body.
"Xiaoyu, you go back to the house first. I can't control this poison anymore." Xiao Ninglan swayed and closed her eyes.
Yan Xiaoyu shook her head, "I don't want to go back to the house, we will bear all the pain together!"
Xiao Ninglan frowned and breathed quickly. He pressed her shoulders and tried to pull her away. The force he used was exactly the opposite. Big drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and Yan Xiaoyu's body went numb when he pressed her with trembling hands.
He kept struggling, trying to open his eyes, and also kept struggling, trying to regain his consciousness, but there seemed to be two kinds of firepower fighting in his body. He roared, pushed Yan Xiaoyu away, and vomited.
A large black blood clot appeared, and then he passed out.
Yan Xiaoyu was pushed to the ground by his force. Her arm could no longer move. It was dislocated due to his strong force. She gasped and climbed up, holding his arm with one hand and placing it on her shoulder.
, helped him back to the house with difficulty.
The next day, Xiao Ninglan woke up and saw a pair of red eyes. He stared deeply at Yan Xiaoyu. Yan Xiaoyu held his hand, and her other arm hung weakly to the side. She just looked at him carefully without saying a word.
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Xiao Ninglan stretched out her hand and touched Yan Xiaoyu's cheek. Her thin face touched his palm lightly. His eyes fell on her weak arms, and his eyes tightened, "Did I hurt you yesterday? Give me your arm."
look!"
Xiao Ninglan stood up with a commanding tone. Yan Xiaoyu shook her head and looked at him innocently.
Xiao Ninglan became a little angry. He pulled her over and rolled up her sleeves to check the injuries on her shoulder blades. When he saw that the joints on her shoulders were obviously dislocated, his eyes flashed with deep annoyance. He frowned and frowned tightly.
Staring at her injuries.
Yan Xiaoyu took her arm out of his hand and said anxiously, "I don't blame you, I am so useless. I will never let you hurt me again in the future, Ning Lan..."
She called his name softly, but he still stared at her arm without saying a word. She put down her sleeves and called his name again anxiously, "Ning Lan, don't do this."
Xiao Ninglan looked away, slowly got out of bed, pinched her arm and said, "I will help you set the bones. It will hurt a little, so bear with it."
Yan Xiaoyu nodded and stared at Xiao Ninglan intently. As the joints "clicked", Yan Xiaoyu's face turned pale. Xiao Ninglan found a splint and a bandage to fix her arm.
"You are not allowed to move around these days, you know?" Xiao Ninglan explained calmly, as if the person who just blamed herself for wanting to kill her was not herself at all.
Yan Xiaoyu nodded, blinking her big clear eyes, "But this is my right hand. If it doesn't move, I won't be able to eat or bully you."
Xiao Ninglan smiled and looked at her quietly, her eyes quite meaningful.
At noon, Yan Xiaoyu watched Xiao Ninglan in the kitchen. Xiao Ninglan was cooking in a hurry. The sweet potatoes were cut unevenly, and the spark on the stove was about to go out. He took a log and tried to stuff it into the stove, but when the log plugged
After entering, the fire went out. His face was covered with black smoke, and he looked up at Yan Xiaoyu with some dejection.
Yan Xiaoyu looked at the black lines on the log in his hand and suggested, "Would you like to chop the firewood into pieces first and then put it in?"
"Chopping firewood?" Xiao Ninglan obviously heard a new word and looked up and down at the thick log in his hand.
"It should be necessary. I have seen it on TV. It is to put the log upright, then take a knife and split the log into several pieces from the middle." Yan Xiaoyu explained kindly.
Xiao Ninglan glanced at her, then at the pile of logs next to her, then stood up and walked out. After a moment, he turned around and had a sword with a black sheath in his hand.
Yan Xiaoyu put on a weak smile, "You don't know how to chop firewood with a sword, do you?"
"If you don't need a sword, what should you use? A knife?" Xiao Ninglan asked humbly.
"It should be an axe. Have you ever seen an axe?" Yan Xiaoyu gestured with her uninjured hand.
Xiao Ninglan nodded. He had seen an ax before, but he had never used it. Aren't axes also used to chop people?
"I'll go look for it for you. There should be an axe." Yan Xiaoyu leaned over and pulled something among the pile of firewood.
Sure enough, she found an ax among a pile of dry firewood. Although it was rusty, it should be fine for chopping firewood.
She handed it to Xiao Ninglan, but Xiao Ninglan didn't take it. She frowned and said, "I'd better use a sword. I really don't know how to use an axe!"
Yan Xiaoyu said nothing and took back the axe. Xiao Ninglan waved to her, please step aside.
Yan Xiaoyu took a few steps back. Xiao Ninglan held the long sword horizontally and without blinking, the long sword cut through the air and the log was broken into eight petals.
Xiao Ninglan fed the firewood into the stove and lit the fire again. Yan Xiaoyu still looked at him with a strange look. He turned around and looked at Yan Xiaoyu innocently.
Yan Xiaoyu pursed her lips, "How can you chop wood like you? It's nothing like the TV show!"
"What is a TV? If you don't split it like this, how should you split it?" Xiao Ninglan asked shamelessly.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around and said, "Forget it, you don't know anything anyway. When my arm heals, I will teach you how to chop firewood."
Xiao Ninglan sighed helplessly. He had never even been in the kitchen since he was a child. He didn't even know that there was a stove in the kitchen. How did he know how to chop firewood?
A pot of dark sweet potato soup was placed in front of Yan Xiaoyu. She raised her head and looked at Xiao Ninglan aggrievedly, "Can this be eaten?"