Purple Yawu

With quick eyes and quick hands, He Ming picked up the snake mushroom and looked towards the entrance of the cave.

A young man stood opposite, smiling, holding a jar of honey, feeding honey badgers.

"Jiang Zekai?"

He Ming couldn't believe it.

Jiang Zekai's tone seemed to be chatting with an old friend:

"He Ming, give me the spirit snake mushroom, and none of you will die."

He Ming: "How can you guarantee that you won't lie to us?"

Jiang Zekai sneered: "Are you qualified to negotiate terms with me? If it's a little later, that person will die."

He Ming looked over and saw that Lu Fengqian's wrist was dripping with blood, and there was another one waiting for an opportunity, sticking out its tongue as if looking for the right position and killing it with one blow.

Lu Fengqian's face was painful, and his veins were exposed.

And although his life is not in danger at this moment, he is already in an extremely urgent situation.

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

He Ming threw the snake mushroom over, and Jiang Zekai caught it.

He Ming put all his eggs in one basket.

At this moment, he felt like a prisoner tied to a prison rack, being choked by the throat of fate. No matter what, he had only one choice - to be slaughtered.

Jiang Zekai looked at him, but there were countless indistinct emotions hidden in his bright dog eyes.

In the next second, he threw the honey bottle over.

He Ming's worry was like a punctured balloon, and he finally found an outlet to vent, and a hanging heart fell down.

"Herbal medicine and honey badger blood can cure snake venom."

Jiang Zekai was holding the snake mushroom but disappeared.

He Ming carried Lu Fengqian out of the cave, applied medicine to him, and stood anxiously aside.

Perhaps this sentence is true - all human wisdom is contained in two words: waiting and hope.

He Ming straightened Lu Fengqian's messy hair, wiped off the dirt on his face, smoothed the wrinkled skirt, and waited quietly, devoutly, and hopefully, like a believer .

Time seemed to have stopped.

He Ming began to be afraid, and this feeling of fear made him feel strange.

……

After a long time, Lu Fengqian finally frowned and trembled his eyelashes.

He Ming felt relieved:

"Finally awake."

He Ming's voice trembled, like a child admitting his mistake in front of an elder.

Lu Fengqian: "It's okay, he didn't intend to kill us, otherwise he wouldn't..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by He Ming:

"Brother Lu, I don't know why, but I'm afraid of your death... I've never been so afraid."

He Ming paused:

"It seems that I have already started to love you before I met you."

Lu Fengqian tightened his grip on the other person's waist, as if he wanted to hold the person's every heartbeat, and didn't speak any more.

Lu Feng dived down the mountain and returned to Banxia Hall, only to find that Feng Zhuo was nowhere to be seen.

He took medicine for the patient as usual, but without Feng Zhuo, it was inevitable that he would feel a little cold.

Jiang Zekai took the snake mushroom, and Feng Zhuo disappeared. Is there any connection between all these?

Thinking of Spirit Snake Mushroom, he realized that he had fallen into a passive state, and whether he could get out of Hongzhou City could only depend on luck.

When Lu Fengqian walked out of Banxia Hall, he heard the voice of the system:

"Attention all players, Hongzhou City in Room [-] has been unlocked, and the points will be settled next, and the surviving list is announced now."

"Feng Tao, Jiang Zekai, Li Yuan, Hou Fengming..."

After reading 21 names, Lu Fengqian found that he was still not listed.

"He Ming."

Lu Fengqian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lu Fengqian."

He completely relaxed, until the system finished reading the surviving list of 27 people, but still didn't hear the word "Feng Zhuo".

Lu Fengqian didn't know that Feng Zhuo had died on the way to Lingjun Mountain with He Ming.

Because the person to replace the dead ghost is gone, and he knows too much, it is natural for someone to clear this useless chess piece.

It's just that no one would care. There would be a young man hugging the girl's body and crying like a mourner. The two most important threads in his life had been cut short.

Sister, lover.

Standing alone, alone, crazy so far, only hatred.