Chapter 1220

"Headache." Gong Yueyue weakly opened his eyes, stared at Zhao Changyuan for a while, closed his eyes and muttered.

Zhao Changyuan frowned and raised his hand to touch Gong Yueyue's forehead. It was still cold, which made Zhao Changyuan's heart cold.

It is reasonable to say that he fed Gong Yueyue with blood twice. Gong Yueyue should not be so weak. Even if he can't cure the sword injury, at least there should be signs of improvement.

"Is it my blood that has failed to treat younger martial sister?" Zhao Changyuan's heart flashed the idea that had been pressing at the bottom of his heart, and his mind suddenly panicked.

Indeed, your own blood can't be omnipotent, and if you take more of the same drugs, the human body will have a certain resistance to them. Gong Yueyue may have taken his own blood frequently during this period of time

"This is a wild mountain. I hope I can find medicinal materials!" Zhao Changyuan bit his teeth, attached to Gong Yueyue and whispered a few words of comfort. When Gong Yueyue fell asleep again, he immediately turned around, found a shovel and headed for the mountain.

"Brother Shen, pay attention to your safety." Zhang Linfeng quickly ran out, lying on the door frame and loudly told Zhao Changyuan that his black eyes were full of dependence on Zhao Changyuan.

"I see." Zhao Changyuan turned his head, and Jun's face was filled with confidence. He waved to Zhang Linfeng to stay in the yard, turned his head and left decisively.

At the moment of turning his head, Zhao Changyuan's smiling face immediately disappeared. Jun's face looked dignified, bowed his head and walked towards the mountain step by step.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk. Zhao Changyuan stops all the way and keeps searching for available medicinal materials along the way. However, the vegetation on the barren mountain is scarce, and the possibility of wild medicinal materials is very low, especially those who can cure Gong Yueyue. Zhao Changyuan patiently searched for about an hour, and there was an extra medicinal material in his hand, which was still of no importance.

"My blood is useless. If I can't find the medicine, I'm afraid the younger martial sister can't hold it." Zhao Changyuan was anxious at the bottom of his heart, with anger and anxiety in his black eyes. In his anger, his heart suddenly hurt. As soon as his eyes were dark, Zhao Changyuan plopped and slid to the ground.

After half a sound, Zhao Changyuan slowed down. Light reappeared in front of him. He raised his hand and looked at the palm of his hand. He was scratched by a large piece of skin.

With a cold breath, Zhao Changyuan shook his palm and covered his heart with his other hand. His expression became more and more heavy.

"These days, it seems that the number of heart pain has increased." Zhao Changyuan frowned, clenched his fist, and suddenly squeezed something hard.

His black eyes flickered slightly. Zhao Changyuan turned his palm into his collar, took out the hard object he touched and pinched it between his fingers. It was the pendant in his childhood object taken back from Liu Ru's hand.

Zhao Changyuan frowned and stared at the arc pendant for a long time. Suddenly he pulled it off, found a cloth bag and put it away.

After all this, Zhao Changyuan touched his chest again, stood up with his hand holding the shovel, and searched for herbs in the mountains again.

When Zhao Changyuan went down the mountain, it was already dark. Walking down the path from a distance, he saw the little figure leaning against the door frame.

"Why are you waiting here?" Zhao Changyuan stepped forward quickly, raised the herbal medicine in Zhang Linfeng's hand, and said with a smile:

"I've found a lot of herbs. I can make medicine for your sister su."

"Great!" Seeing Zhao Changyuan back, Zhang Linfeng was happy. His small face was even more smiling. He raised his hand to take the herbal medicine and decoct the medicine for Gong Yueyue.

"I'd better come. It's a pity to be fried by you." Zhao Changyuan raised his arm, easily avoided Zhang Linfeng's small hand and said with a smile.

"I wouldn't be so stupid." Zhang Linfeng retracted his palm and said discontentedly, but he hurried to the kitchen to help Zhao Changyuan make a fire.

In the kitchen, big and small surrounded the stove, stared at the medicine cans on the stove, and all were silent.

"Brother Shen, when do you think sister Su will get better?" Zhang Linfeng leaned his hands on his head, and the jump of the fire shone on his lovely little face, setting off a piece of red.

After a few days of running around Zhang Linfeng, a small face doesn't seem so white and tender. It makes people feel very distressed.

"It'll be all right." Zhao Changyuan grinned and just said.

Zhang Linfeng stopped asking, but stared at the medicine can carefully, waiting for the medicine to be fried.

Hello, Gong Yueyue took the medicine. At this time, it was dark outside. Zhao Changyuan was busy preparing for cooking. Fortunately, the mountain is not too barren. Zhao Changyuan took out his previous skills and quickly rushed to two rabbits. He had a simple barbecue and shared it with Zhang Linfeng as dinner.

There was nothing to light in the abandoned courtyard. Zhao Changyuan sat in a simple brazier and put it in the house, which could barely light. But nothing else can be done.

"Kid, you haven't read for days?" Zhao Changyuan sat in front of Gong Yueyue's bed and asked Zhang Linfeng lazily.

"I'm not in the mood to read." Zhang Linfeng glanced back and sat honestly beside Zhao Changyuan.

"That's not good. When your sister Su is ready, she must supervise you and make up for all the lessons she has left behind." Zhao Changyuan frowned and said seriously.

"And the martial arts taught me by sister su. I'll make it up at that time." Zhang Linfeng proudly raised his small head and said solemnly.

"Yes." Zhao Changyuan nodded and agreed.

"I also want to learn medicine from you." Zhang Linfeng stared at Zhao Changyuan and continued to say it seriously.

"You little devil, be careful not to chew too much." Zhao Changyuan laughed and touched Zhang Linfeng's round head.

"I'm learning fast." Zhang Linfeng snorted and said reluctantly.

"Ha ha." Zhao Changyuan laughed again.

In the silent and dark mountains, in a dilapidated courtyard with dim candle light, low laughter sounded from time to time, and then the laughter gradually disappeared. The only candle light also went out, and the world fell into silence and darkness.

The early morning sun rises as usual, bringing light and vitality to the world.

Zhao Changyuan opened the door and took a deep breath of fresh air. He felt that his strength seemed to be restored in his body. The bottom of his black eyes once again burst out his previous self-confidence and calm look.

"Wake up?" Zhao Changyuan was stunned. As soon as his spirit was shocked, he immediately turned his figure and walked towards the house.

Gong Yueyue was lying in bed with her beautiful eyes open. When she saw Zhao Changyuan coming in, she also tried to stare at Zhao Changyuan.

"Younger martial sister, how do you feel?" Staring at the familiar sight, Zhao Changyuan asked with a grin.

"It doesn't feel good at all. It hurts all over!" Gong Yue said angrily, but his tone had no strength at all.

"It will be fine. I've found a lot of herbs this time. After you take it, the pain will be reduced a lot." Zhao Changyuan hurriedly comforted.

Gong Yueyue groaned again and expressed his dissatisfaction with Zhao Changyuan.