Chapter 929: Slap

He was soaked in the turbulent water, his messy forehead frowns between his eyebrows, and when he looked back at me, his bloodshot eyes were full of terror, and he shouted, "Go ashore!"
what?
I hesitated for a moment, not even listening to him, but being deterred by his momentum, and subconsciously took two steps back.
Seeing that I was about to retreat to the shore, another tide was coming, hitting my calf, and the wave that was stirred almost hit my chin. Suddenly, I felt a sharp tingling from my ankle, as if I had been pricked by something.
"what!"
I exclaimed, and hurried back, but because of the resistance of the sea, the whole man fell on his back.
"Lightness!"
He yelled, hurriedly patted the water and strove towards me, seeing that I fell down, hurriedly reached out and pulled me up. At this point, both of us were soaking wet. He grabbed me with one hand and walked towards the shore with one hand around my waist. The sea water on his face kept gathering, dripping from his chin, and fell. To my face, and I walked to the beach almost half-hugged by him, only to feel that the sun above my head was dazzling and almost made me dizzy.
Feeling detached from the sea all of a sudden, he and I fell heavily to the beach.
He stared at me immediately: "Are you okay ?!"
I looked at him for a moment, shivering, "I-my feet-"
"what?!"
"It seems to have been bitten."
He opened his eyes narrowly.
The next moment, my ankle was caught in his hand, and I stepped in the sea for a long time, and the cold skin was trapped in his palm. The warm body temperature ironed it up and stimulated me all. Hesitated for a moment.
And when he saw my ankle, his eyes were red.
I also held up my body, and at a glance I saw a small, reddish spot on the outside of my ankle and the screw bone. It seemed to be punctured with a needle, but there was no bleeding, just a little Redness.
I don't know if it is my illusion. Now it looks a little bit redder than it was just now.
and--
I suddenly reacted, feeling only that my whole body was chilling a bit, and he had looked up at me, his red eyes full of frightened eyes, and asked: "You-how do you feel? "
"Yes, peach mackerel?"
"..."
My hand trembled and stretched to my ankle. I hadn't touched the injury. He was grabbed by him. I looked at him and said, "I've been stabbed by a peach fish?"
He didn't speak, but just looked down at my ankles, and there were contours protruding from his cheeks as he gritted his teeth hard.
Sure enough, it's peach fish.
On the beach on the other side, I have seen peach fish several times before, but I did n’t get hurt because I avoided it in time, but just now-I finally understand why he did it just now, it must be that he saw the peach fish, so Then I suddenly ran into the water to pull me, and wanted me to go ashore quickly, but I didn't expect that in the shallow water, I was still attacked by the mackerel.
Thinking of this, my breathing was quick, and I frowned and looked at my ankle.
But for a moment, my ankle was red and swollen.
He saw it, and immediately looked up at me: "How are you feeling now?"
I said, "I--"
I didn't finish talking, and suddenly felt my heart beating fiercely.
That kind of beating is different from any previous heartbeat and palpitations, but it is uncontrolled and fiercely cracking. I just feel that my ears are buzzing and I can't hear anything. Only the sound of seawater swells. It came from deep in his head, and he looked at me anxiously in front of me, saying something aloud, but it seemed to come from far away, and the thin voice was completely submerged by the tide.
I can only look at his lips and seem to be shouting my name.
I opened my mouth slightly: "I--"
I just wanted to say something, but I felt a chapped chest again, as if a hand was pinching my heart, pinching it tightly and letting go, almost choking me.
And my ankle, the wound that was just the size of acupuncture, was completely red and swollen at the moment, as if a water snake had tangled in my calf, it was painful and itchy, and it seemed that there were hundreds or thousands of needles Holding it.
"what--!"
I made a long uncomfortable cry.
Liu Qinghan was still saying something to me. He heard me cry like this. He stopped and looked at me suddenly. He suddenly grabbed my ankle and squeezed it hard. The other hand kept on Splashed sea water on my ankle.
The cold feeling struck again, choking my breath.
I winced subconsciously: "What are you doing?"
He ignored me, but grabbed my hand and tried harder, while pouring water on my ankles and calves, while scrubbing hard, after a while, the already reddened calf was completely under the palm of his hand. Red, even hot, I looked at him in surprise, only to find that I could gradually hear his voice again.
He wiped for a while, then turned to look at me: "Are you better?"
"..."
My lips trembled, but my tongue seemed to be frozen and I couldn't say a word. Breathing was difficult, and my heart was thundering. After that fever, I felt a cold bone in my body, as if suddenly fell into the snow and ice. Except for the place touched by his hand, the other limbs and five bodies had completely lost consciousness.
I looked at him and was speechless.
He also glanced at me and said nothing, and reached out and hugged me.
When I fell in his arms, I only saw the sun above my head, a dazzling light that made people almost blind.
After the initial deafness and deafness, I suddenly heard a lot of sounds. Every leaf in the forest was blown by the wind, every grass was trampled, and even his breath, and the heartbeat under the undulating chest was like thunder. It usually sounded in my ears, but I couldn't see him clearly, but felt that the sun was flashing constantly above my head, and even a colorful halo appeared.
I didn't know how long he flew in the forest holding me, and he finally stopped.
Han Zitong, standing in a pile of wood that had built a grass tent, turned his head immediately when he heard footsteps. When he saw me holding me like this, he immediately changed his face: "You--"
"Come and help!"
Liu Qinghan yelled and hugged me.
Han Zitong froze a moment, immediately noticed my pale complexion, cramped breathing, and exposed calf with scarlet scars, exhaling in a frightened air: "What happened to her?"
"She was stung by a peach fish."
Liu Qinghan said as he knelt down and carefully put me on the thick haystack.
"Peach blossom fish?" Han Zitong said immediately, surprised, "Is that the poisonous fish? She is poisoned?"
"Ok."
"So, what should I do?" She panicked immediately, looking at me who was constantly convulsing, breathing hard, and looked at Liu Qinghan again: "What to do? She, will she die?"
There wasn't much expression on his face, but his breath was choked after hearing the word "dead".
Then he said, "No."
"..."
"She won't die."
He said, slowly lowering his head to look at me.
At this time, I was a little fuzzy. He only had familiar outlines and clear eyes in his sight. I could n’t even see what he was looking at when he said this sentence, but he was silent for a long time. Afterwards, he heard him say, "I won't let her die."
Han Zitong also seemed to be stunned.
She looked down at me, but saw that my breathing became more and more cramped, and her complexion became paler and paler, and she was frightened suddenly. She hurriedly asked, "What shall we do? do?"
Liu Qinghan took another look at my injury and stood up and said, "You take care of her here first, remember, don't let the sun shine on her wound, otherwise she will be more uncomfortable. I will go look nearby and see if there is any What herbs can detoxify. "
"okay."
Han Zitong nodded hurriedly, he looked at me again and turned away.


I lay on the ground, barely opening my eyes with the dazzling sunlight above my head, and there was only a flickering colorful halo in my sight. From time to time, I saw the shadow cast by Han Zitong. She looked at me anxiously, again in my Walking around, as if trying to do something, and found that he couldn't do anything, he could not help but stomp his feet.
I don't know how long it took, Liu Qinghan returned.
He had a lot of grass in both hands, and I only glanced at it, dimly identifying Chinan fragrant leaves, sky sunflower seeds, golden buckwheat, and even barnyard grass with no detoxification function at all.
He walked over to me and gave me a glance, then squatted down, put the grass leaves on both sides of the body, then picked up a few Qinanxiang leaves, first took a leaf, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. , Waited for a while, then rubbed those leaves hard, waited for the green juice, and then carefully applied to my wound.
I had swollen and numb ankles gently rubbed by him, the skin didn't feel much, but there seemed to be a needle in it, and I was moaning softly.
Han Zitong immediately said, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"..."
I was speechless and just shook my head subconsciously.
"No pain?"
"..." I shook my head again.
She also panicked and turned back to Liu Qinghan and said, "Are you picking all these herbs that are detoxifying? Is it useful?"
Although it is winter, and his clothes are completely wet by the sea, but a cold sweat has appeared on his forehead, there is still not much expression on his face, and he only said in a deep voice: "I do n’t know, I can only give it a try, otherwise she will continue like this— "
After that, he glanced at me.
Han Zitong also glanced at me, and the fear spread in his eyes, and he hurriedly said, "Hurry up!"
Although she urged, Liu Qinghan was not indifferent. He picked up another grass, plucked the leaves into his mouth, swallowed it, swallowed it, and waited for a while.
The wind blew through the woods, blowing on the clothes that were already soaked on us, and immediately brought a bitter chill, and I trembled like a disturbed leaf in the forest.
He took a deep breath and moved his hands again. Han Zitong turned back and said, "What are you doing? Not hurry?"
He didn't speak, rubbed the blade of grass, and applied it to my ankle.
In this way, in a few moments, I have applied several herbs on my ankle, and he looked at my face, and picked up an unknown blade of grass that I didn't know. Put a leaf in your mouth, chew it twice, and swallow it.
I just felt a pain in my chest and it became harder to breathe.
Han Zitong looked at him like that, and just wanted to say something, but heard the sound of my difficult breathing, hurriedly reached out and stroked my chest a few times to help me smooth.
Liu Qinghan didn't say anything, just stayed quietly for a while, then relieved, crushed the remaining leaves in his hand, and applied them to my wound.
"Well--!"
There was a painful murmur in my throat, but I couldn't say anything. Han Zitong was startled by me and said in a hurry, "Is she--"
Liu Qinghan was also nervous, and came to see my wound in a hurry, but saw that there was nothing unusual about my injury, but I was struggling subconsciously, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's all right."
After that, he picked up another blade of grass and pressed a piece into his mouth.
After a while, another ball of kneaded grass was applied to my ankles.
I kept trembling, even Han Zitong who was holding my arm felt it. She hurriedly turned back to Liu Qinghan and said, "Is she cold?"
"Well. Anyone who has been stabbed by a peach fish will be very cold. You, go to the fire and light her up!"
"it is good!"
Han Zitong promised, and turned around and ran without her appeasement. I shuddered even more. My teeth made a rattling sound. Liu Qinghan listened, and reached out and grabbed my chin to look at my mouth. I was sure that I was not cramping and biting my tongue, I was relieved and picked up a blade of grass again.
I gritted my teeth and slowly raised one hand.
He had bowed his head and picked up a leaf, and was about to send it to his mouth. When he saw that I raised my hand, he was shocked immediately, and got together quickly and said, "How are you? Is it not painful? Is it useful? "
"..."
I didn't speak, but supported the hand with my teeth, raised it hard, and reached out to his face.
He looked at me for a moment and held his breath.
That hand had reached to his cheek, but shook constantly in the wind, as if there was only a puppet with a pull line left. Maybe it would fall suddenly in the next moment, but I still supported it hard. I even forgot to breathe.
He looked at me with his eyes wide open. The icy mask was shining by the sun and flashing cold light, and it also pierced my eyes at this moment, almost stinging my soul.
He stiffened for a long time before finally lowering his head.
My fingertips finally touched his face.
The cold fingertips, the cold cheeks, as soon as they touched, it seemed that a flame had been struck, and I even felt him tremble.
At the same time, I tried my best to pump on his mouth.
"Snapped"
The soft sound, like a thunder, shocked him and me to a standstill.
After this, I could no longer support my consciousness, and the entire person suddenly passed out.


In the darkness, I seemed to be choked by my throat, and seemed to be dragged to the bottom by countless black hands. No matter how I breathed, the sea water desperately poured into my mouth and nose, choking me.
So sad!
I want to struggle subconsciously, but I find that my hands and feet are not like myself. I ca n’t move even. I can only be drowned by the seawater, and my countless black hands are holding my stinging ankle and pulling me To the bottomless abyss.
Help!
When I wanted to call for help, but could n’t say a word, a voice came from my ear—
"She seems uncomfortable, isn't she going to die?"
"..."
"Is your herbal medicine useful?"
"..."
"You don't know those herbs, are they also poisonous?"
"... not poisonous."
One with a little coldness, even a cold voice sounded in my ear, stabbed me suddenly, my whole body trembled, and my eyes opened suddenly.
Han Zitong, who was on the side, immediately gathered up, and she looked at me with surprise: "How are you?"
I looked at her for a moment in confusion, then rolled my eyes.
Another familiar silhouette slowly came into my sight. The expression on his face was almost as cool as the sound I heard before. Only the half of the mask was illuminated by the fire and reflected. A bit orange, with warm light.
"How are you doing?"
Han Zitong stepped forward: "Are you better?"
I looked at her and wanted to say something, but I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth.
Han Zitong looked at me like this and was anxious again, and turned to Liu Qinghan and said, "How is she now? Is there something okay?"
Liu Qinghan only looked at me not too far away, and there were three deep grooves in his brows.
But he didn't say a word.
Unable to get his answer, Han Zitong hurriedly looked back at me again, reached out and held my head and gently stroked my face, then shook my shoulder again: "Where do you hurt? Or uncomfortable? You tell me . "
"..."
Uncomfortable, the whole body is uncomfortable, but the truly injured ankle has completely lost consciousness, only the red ecchymosis and blisters from time to time along the calf all the time, but these are not the most important The most important thing is that after being shaken by her a few times, I just felt that cold sweat poured out like a tide, and my chest suddenly felt a stuffy feeling, as if—
"vomit!"
I suddenly vomited.
Han Zitong was so scared that he leaned backwards: "Ah-!"
The next moment, I was violently supported by one hand.
It's Liu Qinghan.
He held my head in one hand and held my chin in the other, so that the dirt that had just been vomited did not get on his face, but his hand was stained with the dirt that I vomited.
"Spit, vomit—"
It's already night. I have n’t eaten all day. I can hardly vomit. The spit is yellow-green bile, which makes me uncomfortable. My stomach is crouched. Fighting fiercely, the pain kept shaking me.
After spitting, I really don't have anything to spit, and I can only retaliate.
Han Zitong slumped aside, waited until this time and moved over again, glanced at Liu Qinghan's hand, his face disgusted and uncontrollably revealed, but still said to me with concern: "You How's it going? Are you still upset? "
I closed my eyes and opened it again after a while, feeling that he slowly put me back on the ground, the dirty hand was folded behind, the other hand picked up the corner of the clothes, and gave I wiped the corners of my mouth.
Han Zitong asked him, "What happened to her?"
"Everyone who has been poisoned by a mackerel fish will do so."
"... So, what about her now? Will she be fine after she vomits?"
Liu Qinghan didn't answer, just looked at me with a deep frown.
The nausea that I want to vomit is still writhing in my chest, but because there is really nothing to vomit, the uncomfortable feeling has been lingering in my body, and the cold sweat on my forehead has dropped like a bead with a broken line, for a while Soaked the clothes and the straw mat under him.
He said, "She hasn't eaten all day today, and she can't spit it out. It's uncomfortable. I'll find something to feed her."
Han Zitong said: "It's so late, where are you looking?"
"I'll take a look at the beach."
"but--"
"You take good care of her."
After speaking, he didn't wait for Han Zitong to say anything. He stood up, looked at me, and turned away.
Han Zitong looked at his back and disappeared into the forest quickly, with a slight anger, looking back at me, and seemed at a loss, not knowing what to do. I slowly closed my eyes again, but even in the darkness, the feeling of dizziness was still very strong, as if I was not lying on the ground at all, but was severely torn at the tip of the wind, even at the calf. The constant pain began to become intense.
Breathing, which was already a bit quick, became difficult again.
At this moment, I heard Han Zitong's anxious voice sounding on the side: "What the is going on!"
"You, you must not die. You are dead, I don't know what to do."
"That person didn't tell me clearly. I just looked at you like this one night and didn't tell me if I had detoxification. In case you really--"
"Don't die."
For a long while, she gently held up my hand.
Although she was a little numb, she was surprised that her hands were shaking constantly, and there seemed to be some cold sweat on her palm. Although her wet feeling was uncomfortable, she could be held in her palm and surrounded by warm body temperature Feeling, but it makes me a little more comfortable.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and quieted in the dizzy darkness.
This night, it was like half a dream, half awake and half awake, I sometimes heard her sighing, sometimes I heard soft weeping in the wind, sometimes I heard the sound of leaves rustling, and sometimes I heard the waves were extremely high Whistling, I don't know how long it has been, and even some don't know what sense of emptiness this year is.
Just when I finally had the strength to open my eyes, I realized that the sky was already bright.
The faint, milky morning light projected from the gaps between the branches and leaves, and even the thick mist was seen around, but there was no one around.
Han Zitong is not here.
Even Liu Qinghan was not there.