Chapter 1091 The Ugly Man

The snow fell heavily on New Year's Day, as if catkins were flying freely throughout Nanyue City. The light, icy snowflakes fell on the bluestone road, on the bleak branches, and on the fields. The roofs in front of every house were covered with white snowflakes.

In just a few hours, the entire Nanyue Kingdom was once again covered in silver.

It was as if a pair of hands had painted the entire Nanyue Kingdom with a layer of snow-white paint, and the entire world was completely white.

Ning Zheyan, dressed in alluring red, suddenly appeared at the entrance of Shanniu Village. That touch of red lay quietly in the pile of white snow, just like a flower blooming in the snow, alluring and beautiful. And beautiful.

Not long after, Bai Xue slowly covered up the redness, first his ink-stained black hair, then his gorgeous and hot brocade robe, and then his pale, cold yet still alluring face.

The snow is still falling, as if it hates this red color very much, and wants impatiently to cover up this red color, so that the whole world will really turn into white.

But Xuehua may be disappointed. A group of children wearing new clothes started to act crazy in the snow after celebrating the New Year in each house.

Ning Zheyan, who was almost covered in blood, was discovered by the children. Then the adults in the village knew about it, and then the village chief came.

"My whole body is cold and hard. I'm afraid I won't survive. Shall we find a place to bury it?" the village chief said, but the villagers who gathered around to watch the excitement showed pity and sadness, but But no one came forward.

This is the New Year. If you meet a dead person on the first day of the New Year, you will be in bad luck for the whole year to come.

So even though they felt pity for this man, no one wanted to touch him.

Then at this time, a slender but strong man squeezed in from the crowd, stretched out his slightly rough hands to sweep the snow off the face of the man on the ground. Although these hands were rough and dark, they were still slender and jointed. Obviously, if I think about it ten or twenty years ago, these hands would have been very good-looking.

The face covered by the snow was revealed in front of everyone.

"I thought it was a bride who was running away from her wedding, but I didn't expect... it was a man!"

"Tsk tsk... It's such a pity to be so beautiful." The onlookers sighed again. They have lived in Niutou Village for generations. The farthest place they have been to is the town, but even in the town, they have not seen it. Such a beautiful man.

"Who said it's a man, it's a woman!" Another villager over there commented.

But the man squatting on the ground didn't say a word and silently carried the man on the snow onto his back.

His whole body was cold and there was no warmth at all. Even his face was almost as white as the snow on the ground, but his body was not completely stiff.

When the man carried Ning Zheyan on his back, the onlookers could clearly see that the man lying in the snow was wearing very thin clothes in this cold weather.

At this time, another villager looked at Ning Zheyan, who was carrying the man on his back. He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his dark hair was loose: "How can a woman be so tall? She must be a man!"

"Is this foreigner going to bury this frozen man in the mountain?" When the man was carrying Ning Zheyan and walking up the mountain, the villagers behind him started talking again.

This man is a foreigner. He has been here for two or three years. He built a small bamboo house at the foot of the mountain. He usually makes a living by hunting and cutting firewood. He doesn't like to talk, and his appearance is very ugly, but he doesn't understand. He has a delicate and handsome figure. If his face were covered, you would think he was a young master from some family!

But he is also very strange, otherwise how could he dare to carry a dead man up the mountain to bury him during the Chinese New Year!

After some discussion, the villagers dispersed. Anyway, they were not the ones who were in trouble. They went back to live their good years with peace of mind.

Ning Zheyan opened her eyes weakly, and what she saw was the dilapidated thatched roof, and then she felt that the board under her body was too hard and too harsh.

Then he felt that his slender and white neck seemed to be rubbed by something rough, which was very uncomfortable.

He looked down with his narrow red eyes and saw that he was covered with a white washed quilt with several patches on it.

The outer cover of this quilt should be cotton, which is why he feels so uncomfortable when it is covered with it. He has been covered with satin, silk, and down all his life.

So of course he would feel uncomfortable when this rough cotton quilt was covering his body, especially where it was in contact with his skin.

And I don’t know if there’s iron sewn inside this damn quilt. It’s not only heavy, but it’s also not very warm.

Ning Zheyan twitched the corners of his lower lips and moved his fingers covering the quilt. He was really too weak, so weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift the quilt.

So he had to endure the uncomfortable energy and scanned the environment in the room with his coquettish eyes.

The room is not big and the furnishings are simple, but it is quite clean.

Anyway, in Ning Zheyan's eyes, the owner of this house was really too poor. He only had a stool made of wooden piles, not to mention the table, which was just a wooden board with a few stones underneath.

He didn't even dare to think about what the "bed" under him was made of.

Ning Zheyan struggled a few more times. He would rather lie in the snow than lie here.

People outside the house may have heard the commotion inside the house, so they pushed open the door made of bamboo rafts and came in, almost frightening Ning Zheyan.

That face is really ugly and dark. He has never seen such an ugly person in his entire life.

The man didn't say anything and directly brought a bowl of hot soup to Ning Zheyan.

Ning Zheyan stared at the bowl: "What kind of bowl is this? It's pitch black. Is it made of earth? It's very unclean. I won't drink it."

Then he turned his face away. As he struggled, his strength slowly recovered. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before he could get out of bed.

But the man directly used his thin calloused hands to gently open Ning Zheyan's soft and red mouth, and poured the bowl of hot soup in.

Ning Zheyan was filled with hatred and annoyance. If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would have killed this ugly man without a burial place.

But after drinking the bowl of hot soup, Ning Zheyan felt much warmer.

But the mouth that had been pinched by the man felt vaguely uncomfortable. The ugly man's hands were really rough, making his delicate and moist skin very uncomfortable.