There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Nightmare haunted
Sitting cross-legged in meditation, running the small Zhou Tian, ​​condensing the true qi in the dantian little by little, but found that even a trace of true qi could not be lifted up on his body, and he managed to lift it up, and soon disappeared without a trace, forcing Feng Ling to sweat profusely , to no avail.

Unexpectedly, he was injured so badly. The martial arts of the emperor of Chu is really unpredictable.

After finally waiting for him to leave Chu country and come to Tianfeng country in Weifu, he still lost the best chance to assassinate.

When she was exhausted, she saw that the sackclothed woman on the opposite side had fallen asleep leaning against the rotten wall at some point, but she slept very unsteadily, curled up, hugged her whole body in the most terrifying position, and murmured in pain. Mumbling to himself, "Shang'er...Shang'er...don't, don't hurt Shang'er...please..."

Chang'er... who is Chang'er?her lover?

Feng Ling took a deep look at Yang Churuo, closed his eyes and rested his mind, hoping to raise his true energy and recover his martial arts in the shortest possible time, but Yang Churuo on the opposite side was murmuring in pain all night, until the end, his voice choked up in fear He begged for mercy humbly, his hands unconsciously tried to grab something, but they couldn't.

Feng Ling frowned, being too disturbed to rest at ease, he could only open his eyes and look at her inquiringly.

The cold wind blew slowly through the cracked window, and it was so cold that he shuddered a few times. The thunder and lightning mixed with the torrential rain, and the news didn't stop all night. The bonfire burning on the ground became smaller and smaller. Even the crackling of firewood is much weaker.

Feng Ling looked at the rags covering his body in a low voice, his eyes were complex, he pondered for a while, picked up the only rags covering his body, and walked to Yang Churuo step by step. His movements seemed to drain all his energy with every step he took.

She covered her thin and thin body with a rag, tucked the corners of the cloth, and when she turned around to add some firewood, she saw a few blood-oozing welts on her neck, which appeared ferociously on her white jade-like body. On her skin, for a moment, it seemed that the most perfect jade was suddenly stained with a trace of flaws.

"No, please, please spare Chang'er... Please."

"Father, mother... brother... help..."

Tears slowly slid down Yang Churuo's eyes, one after another. At some point, the tears flowed down her cheeks. That nightmare woman in civilian clothes was still begging for mercy, making Fengling a little sad for no reason. There was an air of sadness all over the place.

As she raised her hands and scratched helplessly, the sackcloth on the cuffs of her clothes slipped a little, one after another ferocious whip wounds, burns, scalds, sword wounds, and various unknown wounds criss-crossed all over her body. The two arms are densely packed, and there is almost no intact skin. Many places are dripping with blood and thick water, and there is even a rotten smell. Thinking about these arms, new wounds are added to old wounds, and they have been injured for many years. .

Almost immediately, Feng Ling stretched out his white hand to her collar and pulled it down a little. No surprise, the wound there was exactly the same as the wound on the arm, even more terrifying and hideous than the wound on the arm.

I don't know if it was because he touched her skin, the woman who was still suffering from a nightmare just now suddenly became terrified, hugged her thin body, leaned against the wall with all her strength, trembling, buried her head in her knees in fear, choked with sobs , "No, don't come here..."

"Girl..." Feng Ling called a few times hoarsely, but seeing that Yang Churuo hadn't woken up, and was still in a nightmare, he could only give up, picked up firewood and continued to add, but his heart was ups and downs and shocked like waves.

He didn't know what this woman had gone through everywhere, and how many horrific tortures she had endured, so that she was covered in bruises and even slept in a painful nightmare.

Day after day, seven days have passed in the blink of an eye. During these seven days, his true energy has been condensed little by little, like a flame, and the light of stars has already burst out.

And that girl in sackcloth, since she woke up that day, besides cooking a bowl of wild vegetable soup for him to drink, she was leaning against the wall, in a daze, until the rain gradually stopped, and then she dragged her tired body, collecting firewood, and Doing laundry, accumulating money little by little, and grabbing a few medicines from the town.

In the past few days, they haven't said a single word, even when they were eating, apart from her violent coughing, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

What makes Feng Ling's cold heart tremble a little is that life is obviously difficult, and she obviously wants to live from the bottom of her heart, but the meager money she finally saved, besides buying a few medicines for herself, also buys him Made several copies.

Walking out of the ruined temple, the freshness of the morning breeze made Feng Ling unable to take a few more breaths. He was as tall and straight as a jade bamboo, and walked forward slowly. He looked at a woman in coarse linen by the stream and coughed faintly. , coughing so that his shoulders trembled and trembled, his hands covered with blood blisters, one after another, laboriously washed the piles of dirty clothes, and from time to time he reached out to wipe the sweat.

"Don't wash it, even if you wash all the clothes, you won't be able to exchange a few copper plates. This is my jade pendant, you can pawn it." Feng Ling condescended, and took out a white jade pendant from his arms, hoarse The voice is as crisp as bells, drums and jade.

Yang Churuo looked at Feng Ling with a pale face, coughed a few more times, shook his head, and continued washing the clothes in his hands.

"Girl, ouch, I knew you were here. Seeing how seriously ill you are, hurry up, don't wash up, take a rest first, and see who I bring you over." Aunt Yu smiled, As soon as she came up, she helped Yang Churuo up, and looked at her with distress.

Hey, what a beautiful girl, who is so cruel to beat her like this?If she hadn't happened to pass by that day to save her, I'm afraid no one would know if she died now.

"Look at you, there are so many blood blisters, I told you not to wash it, why do you keep washing it, it's all my fault, if I hadn't introduced this job to you, you wouldn't have messed up your hands like this .”

(End of this chapter)