There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 16
"Ahem..." Yang Churuo turned her head, and in the dim light, she looked at the handsome man lying on the ground with a pale face and motionless, with a dazed expression.

It's been ten days, ten days have passed, why hasn't he woke up yet?
It has been raining cats and dogs for the past few days, and her health is so poor that she can't do dirty laundry to make money. She doesn't even have a single coin or silver on her body. Both of them are seriously injured, what should they do?

"Hmm..." The man on the ground made a rare movement and let out a hoarse cry of pain. Yang Churuo shook his hands, and quickly picked up the patched coarse cloth in his arms, covering his face, not wanting others to know Her appearance is afraid of being discovered by Xuanyuan Jinze.

"Hiss." I don't know if the wound was pulled, but the man's handsome brows were tightly frowned.

Supporting the stone pillar, Yang Churuo got up slowly, walked to the man in black, and helped him cover the rags. Unexpectedly, the young man on the ground stood up suddenly, with a murderous look in his eyes, and he bent his claws into fingers. , with a 'click', her two fingers grabbed her neck with such force that she almost met Hades.

"Ahem..." Yang Churuo was already weak, and with the dirty clothes washed in the rain for a day, how could he bear it when his throat was pinched like this, he struggled to cough a few times, rolled his eyeballs, and almost passed out past.

"Who are you?" The cold voice, bloodthirsty and fierce, was more terrifying than those crawling out of hell, making Yang Churuo shudder in his heart, like falling into an ice cave.This man is so cold.

Feng Ling originally wanted to crush the woman's throat, but when he opened his cold eyes, he found that the woman had no martial arts at all, and was even seriously ill, so there was no danger at all.The movements in her hands were a little lighter, so that she would not be able to hold her breath and cough.

Looking carefully at the woman in front of her, although she couldn't see her face, those eyes contained vicissitudes and desolation that didn't suit her age, and she was covered in dilapidated clothes with countless patches, as if this was a piece of broken clothes from the beginning. Clothes are barely patched together, or pieces of discarded fabric are picked up and re-sewn.

On the tattered clothes, blood oozes from many places, and it is not known where she was injured, so that so much red blood oozes from a piece of clothing.

Looking at his body again, he was dressed in black clothes, and he was constantly injured by sword wounds and arrows. He didn't know how many times he had been stabbed. The rags were exactly the same as the clothes on the woman in front of me.

With a flash of cold eyes, Feng Ling suddenly realized something, let go of Yang Churuo's throat, covered the knife wound in his lower abdomen, and said coldly, "I owe you my life."

Yang Churuo coughed heavily, ignoring Feng Ling who was staring at her vigilantly, and also ignoring the menacing aura on his body, leaning on the wall, walked to the edge of the campfire, picked up the cooked wild vegetable soup, and gave Feng Ling Sheng a sigh of relief. He brought a bowl to him, filled another for himself, held it in his hands, carefully cooled it down, and drank it on his own, without responding to any of Feng Ling's words from the beginning to the end.

Feng Ling was seriously injured and stood cross-legged with an ugly expression. He was somewhat inquisitive about this weird woman who was holding a broken bowl and eating with gusto.

He lowered his head and looked at a bowl of soup in front of him, his stomach gurgled a few times, and he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.After pondering for a while, he stretched out his slightly trembling right hand, picked up the broken bowl, smelled it, and took a sip of the soup suspiciously.

"Ouch..." Feng Ling almost spit out, really can't figure out, is this bitter and astringent thing really eaten by humans?I'm afraid pigs and dogs won't eat it, so why does she still eat it with relish?

Seeing Yang Churuo glanced at him sideways, she curled up with the broken bowl and continued to eat with relish, as if what she saw was not the bitter and astringent wild vegetable roots, but delicacies from mountains and seas.

Feng Ling's hand holding the broken bowl tightened a little, pinched his nose, and drank it down in one gulp.

He can't die.She can eat it, why can't he eat it.

After gulping it down in one breath, Feng Ling tightly covered his mouth, fearing that the wild vegetable roots he had just drank would spit out, so he gritted his teeth and forced himself not to feel sick, but the bitter taste in his mouth was lingering and bitter. The saliva kept coming out.

(End of this chapter)