Chapter 3:

The fire gradually approached. It was a woman with a slender figure and short braids. Judging from the sensitivity of her actions, she was nothing but a very weak low-level saint.
The man approached cautiously, a pair of transparent eyes reflected the brilliance of the flame in the night, with a cautious look up and down Ye Peitian in a pool of blood.
Ye Peitian felt a humiliation, he looked away,
It seems that his prestige is not enough, even such a weak ant dare to covet his flesh and blood when he is weak.
The woman seemed to hesitate for a long time, put the torch in her hand on the ground, pulled out a jar from her backpack, and squatted down beside him.
"Sorry, I have been searching in Beizhen for a long time, but I haven't bought that... potion. My friend is about to die, sorry."
She apologized in a low voice and carefully took a jar of blood from Ye Peitian's bleeding wound.
But it's another villain who uses righteous slogans and does despicable things. When he can move, he will immediately want you to die.
Ye Peitian sneered in his heart.
Chu Qianxun covered the bottle cap and stood up. She looked at the person soaked in the blood with a complicated expression.
She searched for a long time in Beizhen, but did not find the holy medicine she wanted, so she had to venture to this battlefield to try her luck. Her luck was good, but for some reason, her heart was suffocated with pain.
Lying in a pool of blood, this person has short slightly curly hair stained with scarlet blood, messy covering his eyebrows,
The eyes from the messy hair are dead, cold, and sharp as a knife.
In another world, Ye Peitian's eyes were pure and gentle, always swaying with stars.
Although they have exactly the same faces, they are two completely different people.
Chu Qianxun knew that the man in front of him hated the world and everyone, including himself. For Gao Yan, he also did what he hates most.
After five years of cruelty in such a cruel era, Chu Qianxun’s heart has long been tempered hard and cold. She is confident that she can do whatever she needs to be cruel like other people living in this era. thing.
She gritted her teeth, bent over and reached for the torch on the ground, ready to leave.
The person's gaze almost stuck to the flame in her hand.
By the way, Ye Peitian is afraid of the dark. Chu Qianxun remembered.
When the Demon Seed arrived, he was locked up in a dark warehouse by his parents, and he was accompanied by monsters. It took three months to be discovered. Presumably, his dark phobia is more serious than in another world.
At the moment, he didn't say a word, just stared at the torch in Chu Qianxun's hand with his eyes.
Chu Qianxun's ice-like heart was cut open by that look, and hot and hot lava gushed out of the opening, rolling a few times on the ice field in the heart field, making her sore and painful.

Ye Peitian looked at the little light in the dark night with nostalgia.
The woman stretched out her hand and held the torch. Ye Peitian knew that this person was leaving. She would take away the only light and plunge herself into the darkness again.
He even began to hope that the other party would take more of his own flesh and blood and stay for a while, no matter what the person wanted to take away, as long as she could leave the bright light to himself.
He didn't want to be left in the dark.
But his thoughts are irrelevant. No one in this world cares about his thoughts.
The hand holding the torch in the dark night seemed to hear the sound from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly stopped, the hand was tightened and loosened several times.
There was the sound of clothing lifting in the air, and a thick coat, full of body temperature, was draped on his body.
The late autumn night is very cold,
Ye Peitian's blood was almost drained, and he was almost numb with the cold.
The hot temperature did not give him a chance to resist, and immediately wrapped his frozen body, from his shoulders, neck, cervical spine, abdomen... from every inch of his exposed skin quickly penetrated in, unexpectedly. Digging into his emptiness to form a hole in the heart, there was a few spins wantonly.
The woman didn't give up, stretched out her hand around his shoulder, carefully avoided his broken arm, and picked him up from the pool of blood.
Chu Qianxun was taken aback when he picked up Ye Peitian.
too skinny.
This was her first feeling. She couldn't feel the weight of an adult man at all.
The waist that she was holding in her arms was too slender, the shoulder blades behind her reached her arms, the white neck leaning on her shoulders was pulsating with blue blood vessels, and the clavicle underneath was prominent and conspicuous.
The prestigious Ye Peitian should have no shortage of food, why would he thin himself like this.
After the advancement of the saint, as the level increases, various physical functions will be comprehensively improved, whether it is speed or strength, various functions of the whole body will be comprehensively improved accordingly.
Tier 4 Chu Qianxun picked up Ye Peitian without affecting his actions.
She left here quickly, turned and dived into the jungle on the edge of the battlefield.
Ye Peitian's ears are whistling wind. The woman holding him is a saint of the wind system, and the rank is very low. However, he can also use the wind to accelerate his actions, and leap high in the air along with the wind when running, giving him the pleasure of moving forward in the wind.
This woman may not be reconciled in the end to get only a little bit, and decided to take her whole person away.
But she was not like those people before, who and dragged herself and ran away. Instead, she took care to avoid all her serious wounds and wrapped him in a warm coat, little wings. In his arms.
Ye Peitian lives in a divorced and reorganized family. From a young age, his father didn't bother him much, and his stepmother was very cold towards him. In his memory of playing Xiaoqi, it seems that he has never been held in such a shameful posture.
The jungle was so thick that it couldn't melt away. He was caught and photographed by the darkness, like a drowning man sinking into the abyss, unable to voluntarily stiffen all over, almost unable to breathe. He exhausted all his strength to prevent himself from shaking too violently, lest the woman holding him would discover his weakness.
He Ye Peitian can be chased by the world, and the world can spit him, but he never wants to show his weak side and be laughed at and pityed.
Fortunately, this person leaned his head on her shoulder, and the temperature of the human body was transmitted from the contact surface of the skin. Ye Peitian could even clearly hear her heartbeat as strong as she ran.
This makes him feel a little better, because he knows that he is not the only human living in the dark.
Chu Qianxun ran very fast, ran a long way, all the way from Beizhen back to the spring city.
There was some anxiety in her heart. She stayed in North Town for too long, and she had not been able to buy the legendary medicine. In the end, she had to take the risk to find Ye Peitian himself, and regardless of his wishes, she directly obtained a "sacred medicine for healing" from him.
Despite this, time has been delayed for too long. She was worried that when she returned, only Gao Yan's cold body was waiting for her.
Chu Qianxun found an abandoned small building in the wilderness outside the base. After the arrival of the magic seed, the plants on the earth seemed to be nourished by the monsters, and grew rapidly with unusually vigorous vitality. Today, they have almost covered most of the traces left by mankind in the golden age.
This small building has also been covered by green vines.
Chu Qianxun pushed aside the green vines and got in. Put Ye Peitian on the ground carefully.
The man in her arms maintained a completely stiff posture, motionless, silent.
"You wait a minute." Chu Qianxun said, digging out a small night light from his backpack and flipping the switch on the base.
The soft lights poured out in an instant, driving out the darkness in the house.
This is just a cheap plastic product that is not much bigger than a table tennis ball, and the monotonous shell is a bit old. In the golden age, a small lamp like this was only sold for one yuan on a street stall, but it was not easy to get. It was very practical and could be bright for a long time. Chu Qianxun cherished it for daily use.
At this moment, she took it out, lit it up, and gently placed it in front of Ye Peitian.
The man lying on the ground looked like a drowning person who was suddenly able to breathe. He opened his mouth and took a few breaths, his stiff body obviously relaxed.
Chu Qianxun took out his kettle and the only dry food he carried, opened the lid and package, and placed it in front of Ye Peitian with the night light.
"Sorry. I must go," she said.
Before lifting up the dense vines to get out, Chu Qianxun glanced back again.
The figure was lying motionless on the ground, but his eyes were open, and his eyes kept falling on the faintly shining light.
His eyes were reflected in the shards of light, and it was no longer so lifeless, and it looked like what Qianxun remembered.