Volume 10 Chapter 214

Chapter 214 Tang Yin didn't pay much attention to Qing Yu's expression. When he returned to the shore, he first took out the peach wrapped in his clothes, handed it to Qing Yu, and said casually: "Eat it!"

Then he unpacked the bundles of firewood and piled them together. He touched his body again, looking for fire twisters, but as a monarch, how could he have such a thing on his body? He turned to look at Qing Qing. Yu asked: "Do you have any fire twisters on you?"

Qingyu stared blankly at the peaches in front of him, showing no reaction to Tang Yin's questions. Tang Yin frowned and said loudly: "Hey! I'm asking you something!"

Finally coming back to his senses, Qingyu looked at the questioning Tang Yin, his face full of confusion.

"Do you have any fire twisters there?" Tang Yin asked again helplessly.

Qingyu shook his head. Tang Yin's monarch is also the commander-in-chief of an army. It is impossible for two people with noble status to have such miscellaneous things as fire twisters. Seeing this, Tang Yin curled his lips and looked at the dry firewood in front of him. Did he have to use the most primitive method to make fire?

Shaking his head, Tang Yin took out his machete, selected a branch, and sharpened one end. Then he found a thicker branch and began to drill the wood to make fire.

"Are these peaches for me to eat?" Qingyu asked carefully as he saw Tang Yin lying on the ground and rubbing the branches hard, unable to stand up.

"Of course! What? Aren't you hungry?" Tang Yin asked without turning his head.

"I thought you hated me..."

"That's right."

"Then why..."

"If I want to kill you, I will kill you openly and openly on the battlefield." Soon, green smoke came out of the wooden branches under Tang Yin's hands. When he saw the flames rising, he quickly put the burned wooden branches on the pile. Among the dry firewood.

After a short time, the firewood he collected turned into a small fire. Feeling waves of heat rushing towards him, Tang Yin couldn't help but sigh comfortably.

Qingyu silently ate two of the four peaches Tang Yin gave him, and returned the remaining two to Tang Yin. The latter didn't ask any more questions. He wiped his velvet máo and finished the two peaches in a few mouthfuls.

Maybe the warmth of the campfire had an effect, or maybe eating the peach restored some energy. Qingyu's face was no longer as pale as before, and gradually became a little blood color.

"Just now, I thought you ran away by yourself and planned to leave me here to die alone." Qingyu looked at Tang Yin and smiled guiltily.

Tang Yin shrugged and said calmly: "If I really have the strength." Maybe I will do this.

"I don't know when people from outside will be able to come in..." Qingyu looked at the cliff beside the pool. Wherever you look, you can't see the top of the cliff, and the mountainside is shrouded in diffuse clouds and mist.

Following his line of sight, Tang Yin also looked up and murmured: "I'm afraid...it will take a few more days." The valley was too deep, even if Qingyu's guards saw the two of them falling, they wanted to It would take several days to make such a long rope. In addition, when Tang Yin fell from the cliff, he also realized how hard the cliff was. It was Qinggang Rock, and even his own spiritual soldiers could not penetrate it. If it were replaced by something else, Spiritual cultivators are probably not much better off. Even if Shangguan Yuanrang comes, it will be difficult for them to climb down.

As he spoke, he raised his hand to unbutton his clothes and took off all the wet clothes and pants with slow and difficult movements.

He wasn't afraid of the cold, but that didn't mean he would feel comfortable wearing wet clothes. Now that there was a bonfire, of course he had to dry his clothes first.

Seeing this, Qingyu was stunned and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Hearing his trembling question, Tang Yin was amused and said, "Of course I can dry my clothes!" As he spoke, he looked at Qingyu inexplicably. Although he was wearing armor, he could still be seen through the gaps in the armor. His clothes were as wet as his own. Shaking his head secretly, he added: "You should also take off your clothes. Your body is too weak and you are afraid of the cold. If you are still wearing wet clothes, it will only make your condition worse."

Qingyu shook his head calmly and said: "There is a bonfire now, and it will be done naturally later."

Thinking that he didn't have the strength to take off his clothes, but he was too embarrassed to bother himself by asking, Tang Yin smiled and said, "I don't mind helping you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I really don't need it." Qingyu's gentle tone revealed a bit of persistence.

"I don't know what's good or bad." Tang Yin rarely showed kindness, but others didn't appreciate it, so he was asking for trouble.

Qingyu smiled gratefully at his dissatisfaction. Looking at Tang Yin, who was covered in hair and only wearing shorts, he could only describe it as shocking.

His body was covered with numerous wounds, at least thirty or forty. Some of the small wounds were already scarred, but the larger wounds were all cracked open. There were clots of blood hanging on the red skin, making him look ferocious. And scary.

"General Lian Ge hurt you very badly." Qingyu murmured.

Tang Yin looked down, sneered nonchalantly, and said proudly: "These are just some superficial injuries. I don't know how many times I have experienced more serious injuries than this before." In Tang Yin's mind, the body The scars are not ugly, but are worth showing off and are capital. They represent his brilliant achievements in the past half of his life.

Not ignoring the pride on his face, Qingyu also smiled. Tang Yin now looked simple and innocent, but it was this man who broke the balance of the northern countries and caused the rapid rise of Feng Country and became a rival to Mo Country. The most threatening enemy.

Seeing the firewood burning faster and faster, the branches he brought back were almost burned out, Tang Yin said to Qingyu: "I have to pick up some more dry firewood, I'll be back soon!" Without waiting for Qingyu to reply, Tang Yin slowly crawled away again.

Qingyu didn't say anything, staring blankly at the burning and jumping bonfire. Originally, he and Tang Yin were strong rivals, but now they were trapped in this valley together. The original enemy became the object he had to rely on. This was simply like a joke from God.

However, he did not feel fear for Tang Yin beside him, but felt very warm. Qingyu smiled bitterly, maybe the bonfire made him hallucinate. Thinking about it, his eyelids began to feel heavy again, and he fell into a coma again.

He slept until late at night. For some reason, the damp and cold feeling that made him extremely uncomfortable and disgusted for the past few days was swept away. His whole body was dry, and he felt an indescribable sense of ease and comfort.

Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head as fast as he could, and looked at himself. His armor was gone, and his wet clothes, pants, shoes and socks were gone. He was naked, with only a long robe covering his body.

He was shocked and looked around. This was no longer the shore of the deep pool. At least the air was not so humid. Not far away from him, there was a blazing bonfire, and his clothes were all hanging by the bonfire. His armor, helmet, and sword were scattered and piled on the side.

"What... what's going on?" He asked subconsciously.

"You fainted again." Tang Yin's voice came from the other side of him.

Qingyu turned his head and looked. Indistinctly, there was a person sitting under an old tree not far away. Because it was too dark and he was wearing black clothes, if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't tell that there was someone there.

"Tang... Tang Yin?"

"It turns out that fainting can also strengthen your courage. After waking up, you dare to call me by my name?" Tang Yin turned his head under the shade of the tree. He could not see his expression clearly, but only two rows of white teeth.

Qingyu's face was slightly red. After a moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly: "My clothes... Your Highness helped me take them off?"

"Otherwise, is there a ghost?"

"Then... Your Highness saw it..." Qingyu asked halfway and couldn't speak anymore. Under the light of the campfire, his face flushed.

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows and asked back with gritted teeth: "What did you see? I didn't see anything." He would never admit what he saw even if he was beaten to death. This was related to his face.

Seeing his gritting teeth and hearing him say so, Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. After a long while, he asked cautiously, "Your Highness, my clothes... should be dry, right?"

Tang Yin said absentmindedly, "It should be almost done."

"Where is this?"

"The shore is very humid, and this is deep in the valley."

"Is... Your Highness carried me here?"

"I pulled me here." Tang Yin said, "Your armor is very slippery on the grass." To put it bluntly, Tang Yin dragged the unconscious Qingyu here like a dead dog, but even so, he spent a lot of energy and had several wounds burst on his body.

"Thank you, Your Highness, the King of Wind." Qingyu thanked him sincerely. Tang Yin is definitely the most reliable partner. Even though the two are enemies, he did not abandon him, let alone take advantage of others' misfortunes... Being his subordinate, I think it would be a very happy thing.

Thinking of this, he suddenly shuddered again and shook his head vigorously. These thoughts should not appear in his mind. He is Mo Chen, and Tang Yin is the King of Wind.

"I... have been unconscious for a long time?"

"At least three hours!" Tang Yin sat on the ground leaning against the tree trunk, holding a knife in one hand, cutting a longer branch.

It was not clear what he was doing now, Qingyu pulled the robe covering his body and asked cautiously: "What is your highness doing?"

"Making a wooden spear. If we are lucky, we can eat grilled fish." Perhaps because he is a dark spiritual practitioner, Tang Yin's body recovered quickly. After two or three days of lying on the ground, he can now stand up and walk slowly, but his injuries are still aching. In his condition, it is not so easy to stab the fish in the pond.

Qingyu looked at him in surprise and asked in disbelief: "Your highness can also fish?"

It can't be said that he can fish, at best he can kill fish, which he often did when he was young. Survival in the wild is one of Tang Yin's strengths. He looked at Qingyu who was surprised and smiled: "There are many things I can do!" ~!