Chapter 2247 The Miaojiang Youth is Fierce 09
Jinque pushed the wheelchair over and his eyes stayed on Nan Yixing for a moment.
Before he could speak, Jinchen stood in front of him and warned him with narrowed eyes: "Don't steal people from me."
Jin Que looked at Jin Chen with complicated feelings, then suddenly smiled bitterly and lowered his eyes to hide the complicated emotions in his eyes.
He turned his wheelchair and came to He Mo Ning, and said in a gentle voice: "Doctor He, I wonder if I can..."
He Mo Ning was checking the silver needles and looked up in surprise when he heard this.
"can."
On the other side, Bai Xi was secretly glancing at the silver knife on Luo Xiao's waist, as if thinking about something.
Luo Xiao seemed to realize something and turned to look at Bai Shi.
"Bone-penetrating needle..." Bai Shi's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes glued to the wooden box on the altar, "Can it really bring the dead back to life?"
Luo Xiao chuckled, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll give it to you when I win it."
Baishen smiled immediately.
Now that he has the bone-penetrating needle, his master will definitely look at him with new eyes when he returns.
No need to look at Nan Yixing’s face anymore.
Shan Man and Fan Ruoxi were quite straightforward.
The two looked at each other from a distance, and Shan Man asked in a rough voice: "Together?"
Fan Ruoxi responded simply: "Yes."
The high priest looked at the scene and tapped his scepter: "Now that the candidate has been decided, we will set off tonight."
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In the mountains and forests, the high priest led his team to camp at the foot of Broken Dragon Cliff.
As night fell over the cliffs, the high priest drew a line in the middle of the camp.
The campfire reflected the neatly arranged tents.
"We will all rest tonight, and go out to practice Gu tomorrow." The high priest poked his staff into the mud.
Outside Jinchen's tent, Jiutian and Asan were teasing the golden silkworm Gu in the jar with a silver knife. "Young Master, Gongzi said he wants to go play with Sister Lotus and won't come down with us."
"Let him play."
Jinchen glanced at the commotion in the tent not far away.
Jinque's cough tore through the night. He Mo Ning and the Miao doctor went in and out frequently, and it didn't look easy for them.
What the hell is wrong with this bastard so late at night?
Jinchen covered his chest and walked over to take a look.
When Jinchen opened the curtain, a gust of damp night wind blew in.
Jinque was half leaning on the soft pillow and coughing, his pale face looked particularly fragile under the candlelight.
Hearing the noise, he looked up suddenly, and his dull eyes suddenly lit up.
"Achen..."
Jinchen was too lazy to pay attention to him and didn't respond. He just stood three steps away with his arms folded.
The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on Jinque's forehead and trembling fingertips.
He Mo Ning was inserting a needle into Jin Que's wrist. The end of the silver needle trembled slightly, obviously suppressing some severe pain.
"Don't howl if you're not going to die." Jinchen kicked the medicine jar on the ground, and the sound of porcelain scraping was harsh.
He glanced at the indigo poison pattern that was faintly visible on Jinque's neck, confirmed that the pattern had calmed down, and turned to leave.
He Mo Ning couldn't bear to listen any longer and couldn't help but frowning, "Young Master, Master Jinque almost..."
"Doctor He." Jin Que weakly pulled He Mo Ning's sleeve and shook his head.
He looked at Jinchen's back and said in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, not knowing who he was talking to, "Achen, I'm sorry."
Jinchen paused and shook his shoulders with a chill.
"Save your apology for when you really die."
"Also, if you still drag your feet tomorrow, I'll throw you into the Gu."
Back in the tent, Jiutian was throwing realgar powder into the fire.
"Where's my brother?" Jinchen looked around and didn't see Nan Yixing, so he asked in confusion.
"Ah, Doctor Nan said he found a rare medicinal herb that is rarely seen in a century, and he went to the west cliff." Ah San pointed to a location.
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The night was as thick as ink. Jinchen shuttled through the mountains and forests, and silver bells rang with his steps.
A red snake slithered around his feet, its scales glowing a strange color in the moonlight.
This poisonous snake, which usually is only as thick as a little finger, is now as thick as an adult's arm. It spits out a scarlet tongue and swims among the dead branches, making a rustling sound.
Jinchen walked very lightly, but each step he took was on dead branches, making crisp cracking sounds, as if he wanted people to hear them on purpose.
The red snake suddenly straightened its body, its scales rubbing against each other making a teeth-grinding sound, and it shot off in a certain direction, leaving a winding poisonous trail on the mud.
Jinchen followed slowly, the sound of the silver bell echoing strangely in the forest.
Nan Yixing stood beside the boundary marker at the edge of the forbidden area, and behind him came the sound of snake scales rubbing against fallen leaves.
He quickly stopped and felt a chill on his back. Before he could turn around, he saw a red snake tail emerging from behind a tree and slowly wrapping around the boundary marker.
The sound of silver bells came from far away and then got closer, as if it came from all directions, leaving people with nowhere to escape.
How come Jinchen came so quickly?
Nan Yixing frowned, his knuckles tightened unconsciously, and he felt strangely nervous for no apparent reason.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the injured fox with a broken tail squatting at his feet, and leaned over to pick it up.
"Young Master, is that you?"
Nan Yixing suddenly asked softly, with just the right amount of weakness in his voice.
The shadows of the trees sway.
A pair of cool hands suddenly wrapped around his waist.
Nan Yixing couldn't help but tense his body.
Jinchen rested her chin on his shoulder, her hair swaying like a silver bell: "Brother, how can you run around?"
The boy's tone was as intimate as the whispers between lovers, but it made Nan Yixing's back tense, and when his breath brushed across his neck, it aroused subtle tremors.
The red snake climbed up Nan Yixing's arm, and the tip of its tail swept across his wrist that was holding the fox.
The little fox was so frightened that its fur stood on end, but when the snake's tongue licked the tip of its ear, it strangely became quiet and stopped moving.
Jin Chen laughed softly, rubbing Nan Yixing's earlobe vaguely, "Look, even this little thing knows to be obedient."
Nan Yixing lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding the dark light in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said softly with a pale face, "I got lost. I just met this fox after picking herbs, and I thought about healing it."
Jin Chen stroked the silver bracelet on Nan Yixing's wrist and asked, "Did you get lost and end up at the edge of the forbidden area?"
He smiled, his purple eyes narrowed, and his voice was gentle.
"Brother is so lucky."
Nan Yixing: “…”
He was a little embarrassed and annoyed, so he raised his hand and pressed the silver needle against Jinchen's neck.
"Let it roll away."
Nan Yixing's voice was colder than the night wind. The gentleness between his brows seemed to crack, revealing the sharpness that had been hidden for many years. The mask of mercy faded by three points.
The scales of the red snake suddenly stood up, and its fangs had just popped out half an inch when its owner flicked its finger, causing its head to burst. It slid down its shoulders aggrievedly, and immediately rushed into the bushes, venting its anger on a passing centipede, biting the poisonous insect's shell so hard that it made a crackling sound.
Jinchen gently pushed away the silver needles on the side of his neck with his fingertips, and slowly moved his fingertips along Nan Yixing's jawline, rubbing over his taut cheekbones, feeling the warmth coming from his palms with satisfaction.
"Brother, you don't know."
Jin Chen's tone was a little aggrieved. He stroked Nan Yixing's slightly furrowed brow with his thumb and lingered on the cinnabar mole, "Foreigners who have crossed this boundary marker..."
"They all want to save their lives."
Nan Yixing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and there were light red finger marks on the side of his neck, which showed a hint of ruthlessness in his heart.
He suddenly felt a little regretful for provoking this moody young master of Miao.
