Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 64: Tiger falls in Pingyang

It's fun to pretend to be cool for a while, but in reality, others will come to the shore and chase you. Even the riders you saw along the shore might be killers.

Zhao Changhe did not dare to stop, he pulled Cui Yuanyang and ran as fast as he could. He rushed out of the road and saw the fields, and ran directly into the field ridge. After a while, he slipped into a small forest, and he was more slippery than a rabbit.

There are no more mountains... Fortunately, there were still many forests in the ancient world. It was enough to cover the area, and others could not catch up with their horses. There was terrain to take advantage of, and you could take a break.

It was already dusk when we boarded the ship. During this fierce battle and we were escaping across the river, it was not completely dark yet, which shows how short the time was.

But in this short period of time, Zhao Changhe was injured the most since he crossed over. He was kicked before, and was hit by a poisonous sting underwater. Even now, his chest is still bleeding, his tattered clothes are bright red, and his face is also Pale and in extremely poor condition.

But we finally crossed the river. Did we overcome the most troublesome hurdle?

Zhao Changhe sat tiredly behind a tree, panting hard: "This is **** unscientific. Why doesn't the poison in his weapons dissipate in water? Isn't he afraid of drinking poisonous water..."

Cui Yuanyang shook his head. She didn't know much about the world, and Zhao Changhe didn't have the time to get to the bottom of it. Seeing that Zhao Changhe had been bleeding and had nothing to bandage, he felt that he would lose too much blood if he continued bleeding like this, and he would die without beating...

She paused and said: "You, you are still thinking about this at this time... Also, if you are injured, you should talk less. Talking will affect the wound, but you are so angry that you will see it again in the future." ..."

"Ahem." Zhao Changhe coughed dryly: "You don't have to do anything else. You have to pretend to be cool. You don't understand this."

Cui Yuanyang: "..."

"Hey, what do you think about that arrow I just shot, how about I call myself Zilong in the future? My last name happens to be Zhao."

"What and what! You have a good rest!" Cui Yuanyang stomped his feet angrily, while Zhao Changhe just laughed.

There is really nothing we can do about him, but it really hurts to see him look like this.

Thinking about the way he cut his own flesh and poured wine on it just now, it was really painful to watch, and his expression didn’t change at all. Cui Yuanyang really felt that even the elders in his family were incomparable to the bravery of this man. They were simply not on the same level.

Is this the difference between bandits and rich families?

No, there is only him, Zhao Changhe, in the world.

He is in such a bad state now because he was injured while escorting her... What can I do for him?

Cui Yuanyang bit her lower lip and thought for a while, then turned behind the tree.

Zhao Changhe didn't pay attention to her movements. He was joking verbally, but he was actually using his energy to force poison.

The medicine Cui Yuanyang gave just now only suppressed the toxin from spreading, but did not detoxify it. But the advantage of having internal strength is that poison can be forced out. Everyone on TV can do it, but there is no reason why it can’t be done when it’s your turn. After all, Xia Ji’s Eight Refiners should be regarded as the door magic!

Actually, upon closer inspection, we can see that this toxin is not very powerful. At least it does not seal the throat when it is exposed to blood. It mainly has the effect of corroding and softening tendons. Therefore, the toxicity and permeability are also very average, so it is relatively easy to deal with. Under the stimulation of internal energy, it is almost visible to the naked eye that the toxins in the blood are slowly squeezed and discharged along the wound.

You can even feel that some of the toxins have been directly dissolved by the internal energy and have no effect at all.

It is basically certain that Xia Longyuan's technique has another characteristic: high poison resistance, which will be good news for future travels in the world.

I always feel that the nature of it is more and more like the Jiuyang Magic Skill. Unfortunately, I can’t major in this skill at the moment. The so-called age disadvantage... Zhang Wuji has been practicing Wudang Jiuyang since he was a child.

Forget it, I don’t have the time to think about this.

The poison was discharged smoothly, but Zhao Changhe felt increasingly tired.

Just now, he was holding on with strong blood, and it seemed that he didn’t even feel much pain. In fact, it’s not that he is a strong man, but it has something to do with the characteristics of the Blood Evil Technique. It is known that many things can be ignored in the upper state, and blood One of the characteristics of Sha Gong is to put people into this state.

But in the same state as the Blood Fiend, he was particularly prone to fatigue in the past, and now he is very tired.

Not only was he tired, he had been holding on to a wound that didn't seem to hurt before, but now the pain began to come over him; he had previously thought that the internal injury from being kicked was nothing serious, but now his lower abdomen was also aching.

After entering the water, my whole body was wet and I didn’t wipe it off. Now the moisture and coldness are beginning to invade me.

All kinds of status are coming.

What's terrible is that the painful negative effects of the Blood Evil Technique also begin to occur due to the high-intensity stimulation technique.

You can endure this pain when you are in good condition, but what about when you are weak?

As if all the accumulated debuffs exploded in an instant, when Cui Yuanyang turned around from behind the tree, what he saw was Zhao Changhe, who was already like a **** descending to earth in his mind. At some point, he had slipped from the sitting posture and fell to the ground, curled up. Moaning hard in a ball.

"Brother Zhao!" Cui Yuanyang hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "How are you? I, I still have medicine..."

But when he lowered his head and looked into Zhao Changhe's eyes, Cui Yuanyang was even more shocked. Those eyes had turned blood-red without knowing when, and were filled with an aura of madness and violence, as if they were going to pounce on her and tear her to pieces in the next second.

Zhao Changhe, who was in a full-scale negative state, was almost unable to suppress the irrational evil spirit for the first time. Or it could be said that subconsciously he didn’t want to suppress it anymore. When he was no longer awake, maybe there would be no pain?

"You..." He maintained his last will and whispered with difficulty: "Stay away from me, the further away the better...I am...very dangerous now..."

"Impossible!" Cui Yuanyang said anxiously: "You are in such a bad state now, your wounds are still bleeding! How can I leave you alone!"

"It's not a question of whether you can throw me away or not...it's that my skills may cause me to lose my mind, and I can't control it...it won't be me then...stay away, hurry up...uh..."

Cui Yuanyang suddenly pointed at Zhao Changhe's acupuncture point, silencing the rest of his words.

"I really think Yang Yang is stupid!" Cui Yuanyang muttered: "Now? Mengzhan's Zai Yu is playing tricks? Can't even think of me knowing how to acupuncture?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Cui Yuanyang bit her lower lip and began to take off Zhao Changhe's tattered clothes.

Zhao Changhe: "?"

His rational state of confusion was almost so frightened that he woke up. What are you going to do?

The little white rabbit painstakingly peeled off the **** bear's clothes, then blushed slightly and took out a piece of red silk cloth.

Everyone in Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded when they saw the mandarin duck on the cloth.

Isn’t this your bellyband?

Cui Yuanyang glanced at him. He didn't know whether it was anger or resentment in his eyes. He lowered his head and bashfully sprinkled some medicinal powder on Zhao Changhe's wound, and carefully wrapped the bandage made from his bellyband.

This may indeed be the only thing you can find that can be used to make a bandage.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Cui Yuanyang adjusted his clothes again, gently wiped the sweat on his forehead from enduring the pain, and said softly: "You don't have to carry everything by yourself... Yangyang is not a person who only knows The little idiot who is holding back."

Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth.

It’s true that you can row a boat after all... and your coordination is pretty good. You can just throw the rope when asked, and it’s neat and clean.

Actually, this girl has quite a lot of potential.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you." Cui Yuanyang selected some more medicines and stuffed them into Zhao Changhe's mouth: "I don't know how to solve the shortcomings caused by your Blood Demon Technique... These are made up for by restoring vitality. If you take the medicine for qi and blood and take a good rest, you should feel much better..."

As he said that, he scratched his head again: "I'm not sure, I'm just guessing. Will it be a waste of time or not?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

I also feel that some of your medicines are aphrodisiacs... Actually, you can relieve my mute point first, really.

Forget it, let’s try the internal power to punch the acupoints.

The sky finally turned completely dark, and the forest was pitch black. Cui Yuanyang felt a little guilty. The Optimus Pillar that he relied on the most in his heart fell. It was dark and windy at night, and everything around him was scary. But even though he knew that there were people around him looking for him, he didn't even dare to light a fire.

Forget it, let’s go find some water for Brother Zhao to drink first.

Cui Yuanyang turned around to leave, and with an "Oops" sound, he hit a tree root on the ground and fell. The rabbit chewed the mud.

The rabbit ears fell forward, and Cui Yuanyang lay on the ground in big letters, whimpering, and the little emotion that he was holding on to take care of others suddenly collapsed.

They are all at the third level of the entrance hall, Yangyang is really useless.

You shouldn’t have let him walk on the thorny road, and it would be great to go see the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River with him... Wuwuwu...

There was a faint voice coming from outside: "Go and take a look in that direction! Zhao Changhe is injured, he must not be able to run far!"

The person is finally here!

Cui Yuanyang suddenly jumped up, rushed over and tried to carry Zhao Changhe on his back to run away, but Zhao Changhe was unexpectedly heavy, and she couldn't carry it for a while.

Zhao Changhe's sigh came from his back: "Mom's mute acupuncture point is finally opened. What the **** are you doing here, stinky girl? Hurry up and untie my acupuncture point, let's start the war!"