Chapter 79:

Yuan Xianger found a sheltered cave and placed the injured Shi Fu in it.
"He was hurt too badly. He was still of human blood, and his recovery ability was far inferior to that of monsters. What can I do?" Hu Qing helped Yuan Xianger cut off the clothing, bandaged the wound, and faced the blood-stained body. The body frowned.
Yuan Xiang'er drew two sets of formations on the ground for gathering spiritual energy and healing wounds, and chanted Jin Yuzhao's curse repeatedly in a low voice, but it only stopped the bleeding.
Shi Fu was lying pale in the formation, still unconscious, and even had a high fever.
Yuan Xiang'er took out the glass-like transparent fruit that Baizhu left her. The tree spirit told herself before she fell asleep that this fruit has a miraculous healing effect.
"Shall we try this?"
The pine nut-sized fruit is crystal clear, with some fine lines on the top, like a small crystal heart.
Yuan Xianger tried to pour spiritual power into it, and the crystal-like fruit brightened up. Slowly leaving Yuan Xianger's palm, hovering in the air, emitting a pure white and gentle light.
The gentle white light covered Shi Fu's body, and Shi Fu's bloodless complexion finally eased a bit, and his tightly locked eyebrows gradually loosened.
Shi Jun followed, handing a towel to Hu Qing for a while, and watching Yuan Xianger cast a spell blankly for a while. Tears long ago lost his face, but because he was afraid of disturbing his brother's rescue, he didn't dare to cry, so he gritted his teeth desperately to endure, tears and snot rustling down.
Yuan Xianger twisted a hot towel for him, "Wipe your face."
Shi Jun took it and wiped his face, and thanked him obediently, "Thank you sister."
His nose and eyes were red, and he asked timidly, "My brother, he must be fine with him, right?"
This is a clever and emotional child. The gap that had existed when he first met has long since disappeared. Yuan Xianger reached out and touched his head.
"The tree leaves the fruit very effective. Don't worry, we will do our best to save him."
The clear little fruit always hover in the air, exuding a soft light of healing. Yuan Xiang'er really couldn't imagine that the tree spirit could leave himself with such a healing magical device that exudes kindness to humans before falling asleep.
Shi Jun, who had been anxious for two days and nights, was tired from crying, holding his brother's hand, curled up beside him to sleep.
After bandaging the recurring wound, Hu Qing twisted a cool kerchief and covered his hot forehead.
Seeing the chapped lips slightly opened, he whispered in a dream,
"mother……"
"Ah, this kid misses his mother."
For Hu Qing, who lived a few hundred years older, humans who were less than twenty years old were certainly children.
"Their mother is the Qinglong we are looking for."
"Ah, you mean the blue dragon?" Hu Qing covered his mouth, "Qinglong has traveled to and from the world for sixty years. The dragon just came back last year, so perhaps neither of these two children have seen their mother. ."
Not every mother of every race has the same habit of caring for and raising children as humans.
Yuan Xianger rubbed the fruit of Baizhu in his hands, and stood side by side with Hu Qing at the entrance of the cave looking at the smoke-filled Chishi Town at the foot of the mountain.
The tree spirit has been waiting here for a long time year after year, but he doesn't know that his family's lifespan has long since passed away like a mayfly. Even the humans he loves have disappeared in this world for hundreds of years.
"When I go back, I will try to plant him in the yard. He likes us humans so much. I really want to let him not be so disappointed."
"Well, he must still have a chance to live in the world he likes organically." Hu Qing took Yuan Xiang'er's arm, "I like you too. Although human beings have nasty guys like Miao Dao, there are others like Ah. Xiang you such a lovely person."
Yuan Xiang'er reached out and pinched her arm, "I also like demons. Each one is so beautiful that I can't help but want to pinch."
"Don't pinch me, you have to pinch your home in Nanhe." Hu Qing and her pinched each other, "I can smell the smell in town today, saying that every time you bully others, you have such a strong smell. , But people have to endure it, isn't it too much?"
Yuan Xiang'er touched her head, "I bullied him every time, it seems a bit too much."
The sound of branches and leaves was heard from the jungle, and a silver-white Sirius separated the branches of the bush and ran up the mountain. His agile body carried the smoke of the battlefield, and his cold eyes filled with unrelenting murderous aura.
He walked up the mountains with the setting sun, walking all the way, dropping the awe-inspiring murderous aura to the ground all the way, and when he walked to Yuan Xianger's side, the frost in his eyes had turned into spring water, and he stretched his head and rubbed affectionately. Rub Yuan Xiang'er's face.
Hu Qing pushed Yuan Xiang'er, Yuan Xiang'er's face turned red inexplicably, and he climbed onto Nan He's back.
Riding a silver wolf in the mountains at dusk may be the best enjoyment in the world.
The sky is misty, the sunset glow is brilliant, and the undulating tree canopy is covered with the golden glow of the setting sun.
The most wonderful thing is that such a romantic and passionate world will soon be informed and entertained into a deeper gloom, that enchanting and fragrant night.
The cool night wind blew across his cheeks, and Yuan Xianger lay on Nan He's back against Nan He's neck, with her hands around Nan He's neck, rubbing the soft hair there.
"Xiao Nan was angry today?"
"That person actually asked you to marry...marry three men in front of me." Nan He bared his teeth, still unwilling to let go.
"Okay, calm down, you demolished people's entire town." Yuan Xianger laughed at the jealous wolf.
"I was not so greedy." Nan He's low voice sounded with a hint of imperceptible grievance, "but that day, on the roof of Lishe, what you told me, I took it seriously. I... already I can’t stand other people coveting you."
Yuan Xianger leaned down on Nan He's back, "What I said is naturally true. What Xiao Nan said is true, too."
"what?"
"You said you want to give me the whole person, you said if you were the first and last one."
The silver Sirius below her had red ears.
"The first Lang Jun today looks delicious. I am the only one in total, but he was interrupted before he could enjoy it. I wonder if it is too late to regret it now?" Yuan Xianger's voice Dive in through his red ears.
Vertically and horizontally, the great demon who overturned the entire Chishi Town lost the ability to fly for a while, and fell into the dense jungle on the ground with a crash of humans and wolves, splashing grass and leaves in the sky.
...
When Yuan Xiang'er came back from the jungle alone, her face was still red, and her head was covered with messy grass.
"Axiang, where did you go?" Wu Yuan circled her, "Axiang, what smells on you, why is it so fragrant, did you steal something delicious while carrying me?"
Hu Qing lifted Wu Yuan away, jokingly and said, "Where is Nanhe?"
Yuan Xianger coughed and blushed. "He is a little embarrassed, late... come out later."
"Is it really eaten by you?" Hu Qing spoke in Yuan Xiang'er's ear, "Are you embarrassed to bully others?"
Yuan Xianger quietly looked around, biting Hu Qing's ear and whispering, "He is so cute, I couldn't hold it back. It's the same with you, don't you want to see your Lord Dushuo lose his mind? ?"
"You... are you talking about watching Master Du Shuo panting in sedan chair?" Hu Qing covered his face, "Ah, indeed... indeed, I can't stand it even thinking about it."
The sun sets and rises, and the long night passes,
Shi Fu in the cave woke up from a coma, feeling severe pain everywhere in his body.
But since he still feels pain, it means he is still alive in this world. There are faint female voices around him, and the crackling sound of dry wood burning in the flames and sparks. He seemed to be lying on a pile of straw, his wounds were treated well, he was covered with a comfortable blanket, and there was a warm campfire around him. Someone rescued him and took good care of him.
The eyelids were as heavy as lead, so much so that he could barely open a gap with all his strength.
The first thing Shi Fu saw was his younger brother Shi Jun, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Shi Jun had obviously cried fiercely, his nose flushed, and tears still hung on his dirty little face. Perhaps tired of crying, he held his fingers and fell asleep beside him.
"His injury looks a lot better, and he seems to have regained consciousness."
"It's great, I hope to get better soon."
Someone was talking around.
From the gap between his slightly opened eyes, he faintly saw his white arms stretched out, carefully wiped off the cold sweat from his cheeks and neck, then took off the veil on his forehead and replaced it with a cold veil.
"Can you hear it? Shifu, do you want to drink something?"
"Don't be careful, you have passed the most dangerous time, and you will get better soon."
In the groggy, female voices whispered softly in his ears.
He returned to his childhood in a trance in this soft tone.
When Shi Fu was very young, his father was already very old. I missed my mother all his life, and my father, who was stricken with emotions, had been lingering on the couch very early and could not afford it. At a young age, Shi-Fu provoked the responsibility of taking care of his father and raising younger brothers with his young shoulders.
Few people in the town are willing to go out to work because they are full of food all day long, but they do all the dirty work and are never picky. As long as you can earn more money, you can buy drugs to treat your father's illness, and you can raise your younger brother who just broke out of the shell.
He is a child without a mother, and never wants to lose his father or relatives.
On that day, Shifu, who was injured in the Colosseum, developed a high fever on the way home and passed out in the snow on the side of the road.
A lady passing by in her arms shook him awake, "My child, you are sick. Go home and find your mother, right?"
He had forgotten the face of the mother, only remembering that the hands were soft and warm, gently wiping the snow and ice from his forehead and supporting him.
It turns out that this is the mother's hand.
Under the warm yellow street lamp, the mother gently looked down at the child in her arms, her plump palm gently patted the child's baggage, and the slowly leaving back was carved into Shifu's heart.
From then on, the young man with a difficult life quietly looked forward to his mother's arrival.
Whenever he was injured or sick, he always gritted his teeth and secretly imagined in his heart how his mother would take care of himself tenderly.
My father always talked about his mother, saying that she was a gentle, beautiful and powerful person.
But until the boy turned into a teenager and turned into a man who can stir up everything, the figure of the mother still did not appear. It wasn't until his father passed away with lifelong regrets that he knew that his mother was the famous Qinglong adult.
The blue dragon game world, one back and forth in 60 years, is not a mother who will take her children to heart.
Since then, the disappointed man erased his mother's shadow from his heart, no matter how sad and lonely, he no longer expects the tenderness that can never appear.
It was only when he was tortured and tied to the altar, enduring pain and dying, that he realized that he hadn't forgotten at all, that he still wanted to see that person the most.
When Shifu opened his eyes, the painful and humiliating altar was gone. He was in a warm cave with a campfire burning in the cave, and the orange fire was shining on the stone wall.
By the bed is the sleeping brother, the friend who rescued him from pain, and the young woman who bandaged his wounds. A small little cat was spinning on the ground, and a powerful monster squatted at the door.
It is warm and reassuring.
"Wake up?" Yuan Xianger turned her head and asked him, "We are going to find Qinglong, do you want to go together?"