MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 731 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (16)

  Chapter 731 The Return of the Unruly, the Sporadic Flowers (16)

   Just as he was having fun in his wild thoughts and sufferings, he suddenly heard a noise above his head, and he slowly raised his head.

   In the light of the moon, he saw a touch of white.

   "Xiaohua, is that you?"

   The soft voice was like a stream of heat that instantly warmed Miao Hua's frozen body, his throat was dry, and he couldn't say a word.

   "Little Flower..."

   This time, the voice was even lower than last time, and Wen Xien had already determined that it was a child underneath.

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

   Wen Xien went around and tied a few vines together, put it down, and shouted at the people under the pit.

   "Little flower, quickly grab the rope."

   After waiting for about five minutes, Wen Xien pulled the vine, gently, but the child did not pull.

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

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

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

   Wen Xien laughed angrily. She said, "I count three times. If you don't grab the rope, I'll jump off."

   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, the child's response.

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

   She walked up to Miao Hua and asked him, "Why are you running?"

  “…”

"say!"

   An angry reprimand made Mowather shrink in shock. He seemed to look up at Wen Xien timidly, his lips pursed tightly.

   The moonlight shines down, and you can see that the circles under his eyes are already red.

"I can do nothing……"

   "I will only drag you down..."

   He spoke incoherently, his tone was unprecedentedly urgent, and with some grievances: "...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 uneasy, maybe it was cold, but it kept shaking anyway, it was pitiful.

   But seeing Miao Hua so sad, Wen Xien felt that he had done something wrong by yelling at the child just now, and felt uncomfortable.

   quickly took the person into his arms and comforted softly: "I don't have to work hard, Xiaohua, I have said it before, you are not a burden to me, and it is my blessing to meet you."

   "Would you like to go home with me?"

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

  In the snowstorm, that man pursed his lips shallowly, looked at his eyes, and asked carefully and gently, like a spring breeze blowing the autumn water across the bank.

  Wen Xien has always been quiet and introverted, polite and gentle, this is the only time she shows her emotions, and she hopes that the child can follow her home.

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

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

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

   Under the light of the fire, Xiaohua's face turned white and blue, and Wen Xien was taken aback.

   "What's the matter with you, Xiaohua?"

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

   opened it, Wen Xien took a deep breath.

   Wen Xien said angrily, "You look at how swollen your ankle is! Don't you know what to say if it hurts?"

  Miao Hua had already replied with a blank face, his movements stopped, and he looked up at Wen Xien, without joy or sadness, calm and unwavering, and said lightly, "It doesn't hurt."

   For the innocent appearance of the child, people who don't know it think it really doesn't hurt. Only those who have seen it with their own eyes will know how terrifying the wound is.

  Wen Xien was angry and helpless. Seeing the child lowered his head and looked pitiful, he sighed. Holding the torch, he looked down at the child's feet, which were swollen to the top.

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

   "I'm going to set your bones now, it might hurt a little bit, please bear with me." Wen Xien said.

   Miao Hua didn't speak, but he couldn't help but start to get nervous. Of course, this was not because he was afraid of pain.

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

   Wen Xien's technique was fast and steady, as if he had experienced this situation countless times.

   gave him the right bone, and Wen Xien said, "it is hard to walk just now, so I will carry you."

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

   Miao Hua quietly looked at the not very broad back, his fingers shrank, and he did not move for a long time, until Wen Xien urged Miao Hua again to climb onto the thin back.

Miao Hua was carried down the mountain by Wen Xien like this. This was the first time he had been carried since he was a child, and it was also the first time he was so close to people. The protruding bones were very resting and uncomfortable, but it made Miao Hua a little obsessed. He tilted his head to look at Wen Xien's face, but he could only see the white and greasy skin, and the white breath that Wen Xien exhaled. fog.

  Wen Xien's back is not stable. Usually, she is not stable in walking by herself. After adding a child, she walks more slowly and laboriously.

   But Wen Xien's expression was still very calm, without showing any reluctance.

  In the dark mountain forest, Miao Hua leaned on her, looked at her profile, and suddenly felt extremely at ease.

   Wen Xien's footsteps slowly stopped, Miao Hua's eyes and mind were all on Wen Xien's body, and he didn't realize that something was wrong when his footsteps stopped.

   looked up suspiciously and saw a pair of green eyes in front of him.

  Miaohua suddenly stiffened his back.

   His breathing became heavier and heavier, but the sound of such heavier breathing could not cover up the increasingly clear footsteps coming from the front.

  As the distance got closer, he saw what the creature in front of him looked like—a wolf.

  Miao Hua's pupils shrank, and he wrapped his arms around Wen Xien's neck.

   Who can believe that the most powerful cultivator in the cultivation world was so frightened by a wolf that his heart froze, and his expression lost control.

   Wen Xien felt the child's tightened arms, thinking that the child was afraid, so he comforted softly: "Xiaohua, don't be afraid."

  Miao Hua was frightened except for the cold sweat behind him. He was indeed afraid, but it was not that he was afraid of wolves, but that Wen Xien was injured.

Good night

   (end of this chapter)