Chapter 31 Xi's humiliation

The text was still unrestrained when we parted a day ago, but today it was humiliated by the banquet. What happened in the day can humiliate this young man in white, elegant like a fairy, wearing a jade mask and standing like a snow sculpture so embarrassed.

He must be a person with a story, and she is also a person who loves to listen to stories. Suddenly, she has an unknown idea. She wants to care about him, understand him, love him, and protect him... She knows that maybe all this comes from sympathy, but why he always disturbs her heart and makes her unforgettable. Next, I can't stop...

Qingzhu sat on the ground, forgetting the time and place. After being stunned, he finally came to his senses, slowly climbed over, and stretched out his hand tremblingly to test his breath. When the warm fingers touched the tip of his cold nose, she seemed to be a little distracted, but after finally feeling the faint breath, the string in her heart finally relaxed, and the stone also fell to the ground quietly. Yes, he was not dead. He was still alive. At the same moment of this recognition, she was almost excited. I moved so much that I was about to cry.

The end of the short tour is too empty. Qingzhu understands that this place is not a place to stay for a long time. Not to mention whether the people in black will return, even this damn smell may also kill them.

Qingzhu straightened up, grabbed the grass rope with both hands at the same time, and pulled it out desperately. However, the text was too tall. Even if she used her internal strength to breastfeed, she only moved him slightly, but her hand had been strangled by a few red marks by the dry and rough grass rope. But it shouldn't be too late. If she is lingering and can't leave here, maybe if the three fierce killers come back, it's not just the text that will be in crisis. What should I do? Finally, she crossed her heart and stuffed the urine-soaked grass rope into the entrance, cooperated with her hands to pull the text out of the dirty toilet and move forward slowly. With half a cup of tea, they came under the crooked neck tree and tied the grass rope to the saddle. At present, Qingzhu flew on the horse with a low sound, hit the horse stock, and quickly ran away, leaving only a slip of yellow smoke and dust, as tragic as a horse leather corpse.

A sharp lightning flashed through the dark night, and then a thunder fell from the dense sky. The bamboo was soaked by Han water, and the fast horse under him galloped like a strong wind. The wind passed by, and the sky became darker and darker. Soon, the downpour came, and the horse hissed and looked not far away. The cave ran away.

Qingzhu jumped down from the horse's back, then untied the grass rope on the saddle and dragged him up with all his strength. Maybe the road under her feet was too muddy. She fell down several times and stood up again. The mud and sweat mixed with rain had already made her body dirty and soaked, but she was still determined to save him, even He is no longer alive and has to make his last effort. He can't regret it for the rest of his life.

Qingzhu found the only clean big stone to put the straw mat on it and untied the straw rope. The text suddenly lost the barrier of protection, and his whole body shivered with shiver.

She immediately picked up some dry branches in the cave, set fire near the big stone where the text was located, and then picked up the branches on the ground and lit the fire.

Qingzhu just sat over and saw the current appearance of the text through the swaying firelight.

He was lying there quietly, his hair was full of mud, his white mask was full of stains, his hands were pale and weak, his white clothes were already different, the white jade pendant was also dirty, his cherry lips seemed to flow out immediately, and his mouth seemed to be muttering, saying something she couldn't hear clearly. .

Qingzhu frowned, and the text was hurt. If he fell asleep in wet clothes like this, he would definitely fall ill. While thinking about it, he completely forgot that he was also drenched.

She approached him and timidly stretched out her already cold hands. Qianyu pointed that she had been strangled out as early as she struggled to pull the grass rope, and now it was even more murderous after being soaked in the rain. She gently untied her coat, midi and trousers for him. When she saw the huge foreign body, she couldn't stop the red tide on her face.

"his..." The sudden coldness made the text suddenly wake up from his deep sleep and couldn't help asking, "Where is this? Is it the hell?" Then he fainted again.

Originally, the charming and magnetic voice turned into hoarse, and her breath made her feel more distressed, but his stubborn vitality was to survive. Maybe he was trembling with cold air. Although his hands were not much power, he still wanted to hold it tightly and clenched, and he didn't want to lose anything.

Qingzhu smiled faintly. She knew that she had always believed that he was fine and that he would be fine.

Qingzhu quickly opened the bag, took out a few clean clothes from it, and put them on his body. He saw that although the copper basin in the package was vigorously hit by the man in black, it was not damaged and could still be used. At present, a trace of inspiration was released in his eyes.

She hurriedly ran out with a copper basin in her hand, put it at the foot of a rock at the top of the cave to receive some rain, and then put a basin full of water on the raised fire. Soon, the water was already warm.

Qingzhu dipped some warm water with a cotton towel and began to wipe it. His body is very thin, almost boneless and thin. If it hadn't been supported by a tall skeleton, I'm afraid he would have been as mud now. For a few days, I didn't see that the text was thin and weak, and I didn't have the demeanor of the past at all. I remember that when I first saw it, he was out of the dust and unstainable, and the swaying look of the wind and snow made Qingzhu still remember it vividly.

The text is full of bruised trauma, several ribs are broken, arms and thighs are dislocated, and there is no strength in the hands and feet. His back is even more miserable. His original white and smooth skin is full of large pieces of worn mouths, one after another, some have condensed into scars, and some are bloody and look dazzling red.

Those wounds should be the wounds that were worn on the stones while dragging his straw mat. Perhaps these days, he has been pulled and humiliated like a dead dog, so he has a scab wound and bleeding.

They don't let him die, they just torture and humiliate him and make his life worse than death. Sometimes, living is the greatest pain.

What kind of person is so inhuman? What kind of hatred makes people crazy? An infinite question suddenly arises in her heart?

Soon, Qingzhu changed another basin of warm water and was ready to wash his hair. The black hair in the text was full of dirt. She imitated the appearance of a hairdresser in her previous life, dragged his head with one hand, soaked all her hair in water, and gently massaged his head with her fingers to wash away the sand and urine for him. However, when her hand accidentally touched the ribbon behind the mask, the jade mask inadvertently fell to the ground.

"Ah!" He screamed and forgot that he was sleeping.

With the leaping and swaying firelight, her heart trembled and stared at him in a daze. Finally, she saw his face. The face that made her always curious, miss, and even think about it. It turned out that he was a... peerless ugly man!

His face was blue and black, his nose bones collapsed, his eyes were swollen, and his whole face was swollen as big as a pig's head. The text always wears a mask, is it to cover the ugly?

Maybe I felt that I was being watched, and the text suddenly opened my eyes. The two looked at each other for a long time. Qingzhu's heart immediately fell into a pair of secluded eyes. The water occasionally rotated, rippled a circle of waves, swinging a little indifference, helplessness and confusion...

Qingzhu looked at it for a long time and said weakly, "Are you awake?"

The text frowned slightly, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, "What, is it you, the boss's wife of the Hu butcher shop?"

Suddenly, he felt the strangeness on his face and roared, "Where's my mask? Where's my mask?" His hands groped on the left and right sides of his side in a panic, and his body trembled, as if he had been peeped at by some privacy.

"Here..." Qingzhu picked up the jade mask that fell at her feet and said a little embarrassed, "I accidentally touched it just now. I didn't mean to!" At the end, the voice becomes smaller.

There was some disgust in the eyes of the text. He raised his hand and took the mask with great difficulty and planned to put it on again, but somehow he felt something was wrong. He threw the mask aside, stretched out his skinny left hand, and tried to touch his cheek. Unexpectedly, what he touched was...

"No, my face, my face, mirror, I want a mirror..." He kept talking repeatedly, as if he didn't believe his feel.

Qingzhu quickly took out a bronze mirror from his package. Although the bronze mirror had been kicked by several people in black, he could still see the figure. After a long hesitation, he slowly handed it over.

I don't know where such strength came from, but when I saw myself, the bronze mirror slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

There is silence in the cave, and the needle can be heard.

After a long time, the text's hard voice was like ice that lasted for ten thousand years, "Why did you save me?"

He has been destroyed, and his proud appearance has been destroyed. He is recognized as the first beautiful man in Huofeng mainland. If it hadn't been for his perfect face, he wouldn't have caused today's trouble.

The text knows that the man will not let go of himself. He feeds himself poison, but he will not kill himself. What he wants is his own pain and eternal pain. Then, the man will stand beside him and laugh secretly, laugh at his pity and humbleness, and laugh at his helplessness.

"I..." Qingzhu also asked thousands of times in his heart, but even she couldn't say the answer herself.