Chapter 74 The Storm Puts a Strong Grass To The Test Part 11
With a clatter, the broken wood chips cut Murong Xiu’s hand, and blood flowed. Zhang Jian was taken aback. He hesitantly said:
“Your Majesty, you…you…this?”
Murong Xiu walked out of the doors of Wende Palace step by step with a gloomy face. The icy rain fell on his young and gloomy face. He didn’t blink.
“Zhen, Zhen wants to go to Monan to find him in person.”
Zhang Jian was stunned, and for a moment, he thought he had heard it wrong.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw a bolt of lightning with a force that seemed to tear the sky, slashing straight towards the quiet Sheng An. It also illuminated the pale face of the emperor, that looked like a ghost.
Zhang Jian immediately swallowed the words that rolled to his lips.
At this time, anyone who dared to obstruct would die.
Murong Xiu was silent. He strode out of the gorgeous Wende Hall. The rain wetted the crimson robe he was wearing, and a deep red water stain appeared, like a splash of blood.
The night has finally come.
This night, there was no moon, not a single star.
There was no light.
In the deep and depressing night, there were only countless heavy black clouds piled up in the dark sky, one after another, pressing down heavily to the ground.
In the same pitch-black desert, there was only the sound of horses’ hooves that were getting more and more rapid, and there was a faint hint of panic.
Helian Rongchuan tightened the reins of the horse, squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding forest. A layer of cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead. He remembered that when the night was approaching, he used the stones on the ground to mark things to guide himself to Wei Jin. But he had already left early in the night, so why was he still here?
Hu Mubo, the mouth of h*ll. It seems that the words of the people in Monan were really not just for scaring people. Helian Rongchuan gave a wry smile and looked down at Yan Changqing in his arms.
The bumps along the way made him sleep unsteadily. His handsome eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and it seemed that he was still suffering from great pain. Helian Rongchuan trembled when he saw it. He carefully wrapped his arms around his waist and carried him off the horse.
The compass that Helian Rongchuan carried with him would only spin around in this ghostly place, completely losing its effectiveness. During the day, Helian Rongchuan could still use the direction of the sun to hurry with Shuang Zhui, who had a strong ability to know the way, but in this dark night where he could not see his fingers, all sense of direction disappeared. Walking in such a desert was like a blind man walking around with nothing.
It seemed that now they could only rest in place and wait for dawn.
Yan Changqing was awakened by the movement of dismounting, but his eyes were still half-open and half-closed in confusion. When the night wind blew, he suddenly began to tremble, his limbs curled up and kept shaking.
It was midsummer, so the night was even more sultry and unbearable, but the cold poison brought by rabies made Yan Changqing’s whole body icy cold.
Helian Rongchuan hurriedly picked up some withered branches, lit six fires in one go, took off his coat, and wrapped them all around Yan Changqing. He was naked on his upper body, and he hugged Yan Changqing tightly.
“Is it warmer this way? En?”
The fire around him had already made Helian Rongchuan sweat. However, Yan Changqing was still so cold that he gritted his teeth. He frowned tightly, resisting his urge to plunge into the hottest fire.
Helian Rongchuan hurriedly hugged him and took a few steps closer to the fire, before Yan Changqing’s struggles subsided.
Helian Rongchuan slightly relaxed his brows, but after a while, his brows became even tighter.
They were too close to the fire, and the flames were almost all at hand, and sparks kept splashing onto Helian Rongchuan’s arms and his bare and naked back. Coupled with the scorching of several other fires around him, Helian Rongchuan was like sitting on a hot iron stove.
Helian Rongchuan carefully wrapped Yan Changqing’s head tightly, for fear that a little spark would hurt him. But his own back was scorched, hot and red. Arms, back, and several large blood blisters were scalded by sparks.
Helian Rongchuan clenched his teeth silently, and beads of sweat, the size of beans, dripped on the sand like raindrops, and immediately evaporated without a trace. He was hot all over, and the pain behind him was incomparable. As time passed, the tongue of the fire kept licking, and his pain became more and more severe.
Maybe it won’t be long before his back is scorched.
Even though Helian Rongchuan could get out of this inhuman scorching just by moving a few steps, he remained motionless, maintaining a hugging posture, looking at the person in his arms with unblinking eyes. It was filled with worry and anxiety.
Can his Changqing survive tonight?
Helian Rongchuan lowered his eyes and looked at his own left arm. In addition to the wound bitten by Yan Changqing, there were two fresh knife marks on his wrist.
It healed so quickly…
Helian Rongchuan muttered. He took out his short knife, and cut another in his palm without hesitation. He held the blood in the palm of his hand and approached Yan Changqing’s lips.
In the raging fire, Yan Changqing’s brows finally relaxed.