Chapter 25: Gently thrust Chu Huan's hand into the quilt

Chu Huan may have fallen out of his psychological shadow. At the moment when he fell, the consciousness wandering between coma and consciousness was awake under a strong stress reaction.
Taking advantage of this moment, Chu Huan recalled with fear and fear: "Do I jump again?"
Then remembering it was not, he was relieved, and fell down with conscience.
Although Chu Huan's left half was unsuccessful, he still fine-tuned his posture as much as possible to prevent an indecent way of breaking his neck when landing.
However, he soon found himself worrying too much, because Nanshan did not let him fall, and took him full of arms.
Nanshan ’s palm is warm and stable, which can give people a strong sense of security, but this sense of security has not been able to soothe Chu Huan ’s mood at this moment. He is extremely depressed and cannot accept the way he plays in front of Nanshan every time Such a hero.
A stigma stabbed by a tree branch has not been washed!
A few people cried up with a hula, Xiao Fang ’s expression was extremely grim. Chu Huan did n’t know how he looked like a bear. Anyway, from Xiao Fang ’s expression, it felt as if he was about to go to the west-this A big brother stretched out a hand with a little trembling, to explore Chu Huan's breath.
Chu Huan lifted his right arm hard, and put it on his wrist softly, shaking it: "I'm still angry."
The clan people blasted the pot, and Chu Huan heard them talking in a whisper.
"How can he move?"
"But didn't the patriarch say that he didn't accept the" ritual "?"
"Ankaraiye, what's going on?"
Nanshan couldn't bear it, and sighed: "Shut up, what's the noise?"
The tribe immediately silenced.
Nanshan pulled apart Chu Huan's wounds, and the wound was cut by Chu Huan's knife. The blood and flesh were cut, and the original shape could hardly be seen.
Nanshan frowned, immediately grabbed his arm and licked the wound.
Chu Huan was shocked, and reason told him that Nanshan did nothing wrong, but reason was like a leaf boat, and he was quickly submerged in the irrational Wang Yang, and his heart was full of turbulent waves and thousands of words. Of: "He he he he he he licked and licked me!"
This kind of satyr-like reverie soon made Chu Huan feel a little filthy-very unfortunately, he is such a gentleman who thinks he is a villain.
As if to avoid suspicion, Chu Huan moved subconsciously, struggling to pull his arm out with half an uncoordinated body.
Nanshan clasped his hands deadly. He used so much energy that Chu Huan in the numbness couldn't feel it, but he saw that the green bars on the back of his hands were stretched.
Nanshan's face was rarely so ugly. He gave Chu Huan an almost angry look, and said coldly, "What is the disturbance, do you want to die?"
The little bald father carried his bear child in one hand, and came over with anxiety: "What hurt? How?"
"Wind injury." Nanshan said, taking a small bottle from his waist and handing it to Chu Huan's mouth: "Open your mouth."
Chu Huan was almost choked. He thought it was some kind of herbal medicine. As a result, the liquid at the entrance was warm, smelly, and had a special rust smell-clearly a bit of blood!
I don't know what blood is.
"Swallow." Nanshan pinched his chin, the strength in his hand was not polite at all, almost forcibly poured that blood into Chu Huan's throat.
His anomalous brutality suppressed his anxiety, and he was almost anxious when he was infused with blood. His beautiful eyes seemed to catch fire, and his long hair that had fallen in a hurry spread all over him.
Chu Huan was a little trance on the spot, there was such a transient situation, he thought: not to mention a mouthful of blood, even if Nanshan pinched his neck and gave him a poisonous blood that sealed his throat, as long as the other party used this wholeheartedly Looked at him ...
Then Nanshan is willing to feed, and he is willing to swallow.
Hey, this world famous ...
At the next moment, Nanshan put his arm around his shoulder, and he was going to hold his knee.
Chu Huan understood what this action meant, and suddenly woke up from the trance of Qing Sheng. He quickly stretched out his hand and cleverly avoided Nanshan's intention to directly hug him. "Hey ... wait Wait, then, what, me and me ... "
Nanshan interrupted him: "Don't like it? Then I can carry you."
Chu Huan firmly rejected the proposal, and while spurting his vanity, he used his last effort to get up swaying.
Sad that the beauty is off, he recognized it anyway, but the subject is anyway "hero", if it is changed to "bear", is that still ridiculous?
The hero Chu Huan was top-heavy and crumbling. Xiaofang saw it and immediately rushed over with full of energy, intending to act as a cane for Chu Huan. As a result, the heart full of serving the people was pinned in place by Nan Shan.
Nanshan silently put Chu Huan's uninjured arm on his neck, and then stretched out a hand, traversing behind Chu Huan, guarding in vain without touching him.
Chu Huan said nothing, even though the question in his heart had already been asked by a naughty three thousand blue cat.
But at this time, he was holding it all by his chest, fearing that one mouth would let that breath out, so he had to suppress his doubts and walk away with no intention.
Soon, his left arm was so numb that he didn't feel a trace, as if the lock had been unlocked, and the toxicity was supposed to subside.
But this is not a good thing. The numbness recedes, and the wound is suddenly like a ant's heart, and the tiny pains are itching, gradually spreading from the wound to the entire body, everywhere, especially in each of his joints People almost want to roll.
Every time Chu Huan moved, his bones were gnawing like countless bugs.
The purple-black blood began to flow out of his wound, and Chu Huan was unable to take care of it. The bleeding quickly stained his shirt sleeves and dribbled along his hand.
His face became more and more ugly, and there was more and more cold sweat on his body, even the windbreaker jacket draped over him was soaked.
It was only to detoxify and heal the wounds. Chu Huan didn't expect such a big disturbance, and withdrawal reaction might not be so.
Chu Huan's body remained rigid with inertia. At first glance, he didn't know that he thought he was standing upright.
This situation is almost shocking in the eyes of others in the Liyi tribe.
Everyone present knew what the detoxification process was like. Some people even experienced it personally. Even if they did n’t, they always have the opportunity to see the experience of others every year. The scene of the iron man wailing and rolling is The shadow in the hearts of every Liyi tribe.
It is said that some people are so extreme that they hit their walls with their heads. One person used to crash to death in this way.
Chu Huan had the illusion of near-death, and unconsciously reached out to grab what he could get—he just grabbed the bald patriarch's scepter.
The top of the scepter was still on fire, and Nanshan was afraid of burning him, so he gently broke Chu Huan's fingers.
Chu Huan's knuckles are not protruding, not the kind of hands that would snap the ring to death, rubbed by the thick scepter, the ring in his hand suddenly fell off and fell on the ground just smashed. When he came to a stone, he jingled.
Chu Huan's step with a deep footprint suddenly came to a sudden, his pupils shrank suddenly: "Chu ... Chu Patriotic."
His voice was hoarse and deep, and his head and tail were almost in his throat. Nanshan didn't hear it for a moment: "What?"
Chu Huan: "Ring ... ring ..."
Seeing the machine extremely fast, the little viper immediately swam over, holding the ring that fell on the ground, and flattered to Nanshan.
The platinum circle was covered with warmth by human body temperature, as if it contained some kind of indescribable treasure.
Nanshan remembers that when he was chatting with Chu Huan, the other party jokingly mentioned the role of the ring. He paused and took the ring and handed it to Chu Huan.
Chu Huan immediately held it in the palm of his hand, as if it was just that it wasn't an obscure prime circle, but his soul.
Nanshan stared at his subconscious reaction for a moment, then wondered what he thought, and his expression suddenly dimmed.
Seeing him pause, Xiaofang looked back puzzledly: "Patriarch?"
Nan Shan responded, and then he lowered his eyes and dropped the arm that had been falsely placed behind Chu Huan to the ground. He grabbed his waist and took him back to the clan with half a hug, and placed him in Took home.
I do n’t know if it ’s a human illusion, and the fog seems to be less dense at this time.
Xiaofang took the big white horse away in distress, to deal with its large and small wounds, but Nanshan sat down next to the bed. He looked at Chu Huan's tight grip on the ring even if he was unconscious. The hand suddenly covered his own hand, as if to break away from each other's fingers.
However, this was just a false movement, and Nanshan did not put it into practice.
His shoulders suddenly collapsed, his fingers loosened, and in the end, he just gently pushed Chu Huan's hand into the quilt.
Then Nanshan stared at Chu Huan and took a long time.
When Chu Huan woke up again, it was already after a night.