Chapter 733 Returning from the Death, Scattered Flowers (16)

Just as he was thinking about the pain, he suddenly heard a sound above his head, and he slowly raised his head.

Under the light of the moon, he saw a touch of whiteness.

"Xiaohua, is it you?"

The gentle voice was like a hot stream that warmed Miao Hua's frozen body in an instant, and his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word.

"Little Flower..."

The sound this time was lighter than last time, and Wen Xien had confirmed that the child was below.

The stone in his heart fell to the ground, and Wen Xien was both angry and distressed, but now he had to save the child first.

Wen Xien pulled a few vines around him and tied them together, then put them down and shouted at the people under the pit.

"Little Flower, grab the rope quickly."

After waiting for almost five minutes, Wen Xien pulled the vine and gently, the child did not pull it.

Wen Xien was anxious: "Xiaohua! Did you hear it?"

The people below still didn't move. If she hadn't seen the child look up and look at her, she would have thought the child had fainted from the cold.

It is because the child is unwilling to come up, and would rather freeze to death below than to come up.

Wen Xien laughed in anger, and she said, "I'll count three times. If you don't grab the rope, I'll jump down."

After listening for a while, there was still no movement below. Wen Xien gritted his teeth and started counting.

"three."

"two."

Before the last number could fall, the vine was pulled by someone, and the child's response.

Wen Xien immediately pulled the vine tightly without saying a word and pulled it back. The child was not heavy, Wen Xien quickly pulled him up.

She walked up to Miao Hua and asked him, "Why do you want to run away?"

“…”

"say!"

A angrily scolding made Miao Huaser wince for a moment. He looked up at Wen Xien as if timidly, his lips pursed very tightly.

As the moonlight shone, you can see that his eyes were red.

"I can't do anything..."

"I will only drag you down..."

He spoke incoherently, his tone was unprecedentedly urgent, and he felt a little aggrieved: "...I don't want you to work too hard..."

Wen Xien was stunned.

The child was thin and small, curled up on the ground, as if he was uneasy, maybe he was cold, but he kept shaking anyway, so pitiful.

But seeing Miao Hua was so sad, Wen Xien felt that he had done something wrong just now, and he felt uncomfortable.

He quickly took the person into his arms and comforted him softly: "I am unfortunate and miserable, Xiaohua, I have said before that you are not a burden to me. It is my blessing to meet you."

"Can you go home with me?"

Miao Hua's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes.

In the wind and snow, the man pursed his lips very lightly, looked at his eyes, and carefully and gentle inquiries, like the spring breeze blowing the autumn water across the bank.

Wen Xien has always been quiet and restrained, polite and gentle. This is the only time she has exposed her emotions. I hope the child can follow her home.

Miao Hua didn't know what was wrong with him. When he came to his senses, he had already grabbed Wen Xien's hand, as if he was afraid of being abandoned.

Wen Xien smiled, and was particularly beautiful and gentle under the moonlight, and Miao Hua was stunned.

Wen Xien originally wanted to pull Miao Hua up, but she found two stones and made a torch, and pulled the child away. After walking a few steps, she found that the child was walking in a strange way.

Under the flames, Xiaohua's face turned pale and blue, and Wen Xien was startled.

"What's wrong with you, Xiaohua?"

Miao Hua subconsciously hid his swollen ankle, and just as he was about to say that he was fine, his calf was caught by Wen Xien.

When he opened it, Wen Xien took a breath.

Wen Xien said with anger: "You look at how swollen your ankles are! Don't you know if it hurts?"

Miao Hua had already replied with a expressionless face. His movements stopped and looked up at Wen Xien, with no joy or sorrow, calm and quiet, and said lightly: "It doesn't hurt."

People who don’t know think it doesn’t hurt. Only those who see it with their own eyes will know how terrifying the wound is.

Wen Xien was angry and helpless. Seeing the child lowering his head, he sighed with a pitiful look, and held the torch down to look at the child's feet, with his ankle swollen.

She asked Miao Hua to sit down, and squatted down herself, gave him the torch on her hand, and placed Miao Hua's feet on her knees.

"I'm going to fix your bones for you now, it may hurt a little, so you can bear it." Wen Xien said.

Miao Hua didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but feel nervous. Of course, this was not because he was afraid of pain.

His dark eyes stared at Wen Xien silently, and under the moonlight, it became darker and deeper, and a burst of pain came. He looked down and saw that Wen Xien had already helped him with the bones.

Wen Xien's technique is fast and stable, as if he has experienced countless times.

Giving him the bones, Wen Xien said again: "It's just right, the bones are not convenient to walk, I'll carry you."

After saying that, he squatted down with his back to him.

Miao Hua quietly looked at the not-so-wide back, his fingers shrank slightly, and he didn't move for a long time. It was not until Wen Xien urged Miao Hua again that he climbed onto the thin back.

Miao Hua was carried down the mountain by Wen Xien. This was the first time he was carried by someone since he was a child. It was also the first time he was so close to someone. With a cotton coat that was not too thick, he seemed to be able to feel the thin bones that were very thin and not very comfortable, but it made Miao Hua a little fascinated. He turned his head to look at Wen Xien's face, but he could only see the white and greasy skin and the white mist that Wen Xien exhaled.

In fact, Wen Xien didn't recite steadily. She didn't walk steadily by herself, and it was even more difficult for her child to walk slowly and harder.

But Wen Xien's expression was still very calm, without any slightest bit of force.

In the dark forest, Miao Hua leaned against her and looked at her side face. Suddenly, he felt extremely relieved in his heart.

Wen Xien's steps slowly stopped, and Miao Hua's eyes and mind were all on Wen Xien. When the steps stopped, he realized something was wrong.

He looked up and looked over in confusion, and saw a pair of green eyes ahead.

Miao Hua suddenly stiffened his back.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, but such heavy breathing could not cover the clearer and clearer footsteps from the front.

As the distance narrowed, he saw the creature in front of him - it was a wolf.

Miao Hua's pupils shrank and he hugged Wen Xien's neck tightly.

Who can believe that the most powerful cultivator in the cultivation world was so scared by a wolf that his heart was stopped, and even his expression was out of control.

Wen Xien felt the child's tightening arms and thought the child was afraid, so he comforted softly: "Xiaohua, don't be afraid."

Behind Miao Hua was scared, he was indeed afraid, but he was not afraid of the wolf, but was afraid of Wen Xien being injured.

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(End of this chapter)
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