readsfreenovel Chapter 371
Chapter 371
Nalan Jingwen listened carefully and finally understood what he was saying.
She turned to look at the ancient tree and discovered that right in the middle of its lush foliage was a gigantic eye, even more disgusting than the others, with a strange red glow emanating from its center, staring at them eerily.
Without time to think, the Thousand Thread Blade flew out of her hand and approached the red-eyed man, but she never expected that the Thousand Thread Blade was not long enough.
Nalan Jingwen quickly considered a countermeasure. She glanced at the dagger in her hand, wanting to try throwing it to stab the eye, but she only had one chance. She was no longer at her peak; she was just an ordinary person, without even internal energy. If she failed because she didn't have enough strength, they would truly be doomed.
It doesn't matter if she dies, but it doesn't matter if Nalan Yin dies.
Changsheng's blood was rapidly draining away, his face was gradually losing color, and he was about to fall into a coma. Nalan Jingwen had no time to think and could only fight to the death.
She flung the dagger out suddenly, and at the same time, the Thousand-Thread Blade in her hand also came out, wrapping around the dagger. Finally, she used the force to fling the dagger out and stabbed it towards the eye. The dagger pierced heavily into the giant eye, and the ancient tree began to tremble, as if humming from the ground. Nalan Jingwen felt the strength in her waist loosen, and then fell from the air, crashing to the ground, seeing stars.
Changsheng in the air was also falling rapidly. Before she could even react, her body reacted faster than her mind, and she rushed over to catch him. The two of them rolled to the ground together.
Nalan Jingwen let out a muffled groan, feeling as if his ribs were broken, but he still held him tightly, not letting go even a little.
Without a second thought, she quickly checked on Changsheng. His eyes were closed, his face was pale and bluish, and the wound on his palm was still bleeding profusely.
I quickly took out some hemostatic pills and fed them to him, then went to look for other medicines on his body.
The person in her arms coughed twice, opened their eyes, saw her movements, and called out to her softly.
The sound was extremely faint. Nalan Jingwen suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with a panic that she herself did not realize.
Where's your medicine??
Changsheng stared into her eyes for a while, then turned his head and leaned into her arms.
"A blue brocade pouch."
Nalan Jingwen immediately rummaged through a blue brocade pouch, poured out the medicine inside, and fed it to him. Changsheng's complexion recovered at a visible speed, and Nalan Jingwen breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
Then she tore off his clothes to bandage his wounds. Changsheng stared straight at her, while Nalan Jingwen didn't even look up.
"Do you expect me to tear my own clothes to bandage you? Don't even think about it."
Changsheng is clean and vain; tearing his clothes would probably drive him crazy.
So what? Does that mean she can just tear her clothes off like that?
After treating his wounds, she finally had time to check on the ancient tree. However, she didn't know when, but the ancient tree had withered. Its once lush branches and leaves had all fallen off, leaving only a bare trunk. There was an opening in the trunk, just big enough for two people to pass through, and it was glowing with a faint blue light.
Nalan Jingwen said to Changsheng, "You stay here."
As she was about to get up and walk inside, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She didn't have much strength and could easily break free with a gentle tug, but she stopped and looked back.
With her help, Changsheng stood up with some difficulty.
"I also need to go."
Nalan Jing refused without even thinking, saying, "Your body can't take any more strain."
Who knows what dangers are inside? If he keeps causing trouble like this, he might not even live to be twenty.
"I am fine."
"Do you want to die?"
Faced with his stubbornness, Nalan Jingwen became somewhat annoyed and rebuked him.
Chang Sheng's eyes were resolute as he repeated, "I'm going."
"Give me a reason."
Changsheng remained silent, only saying:
Even if you don't let me in, I'll still follow you after you go in, and you can't stop me.
"Moreover, it might be more dangerous outside than inside."
It was such an irresistible reason that Nalan Jingwen was speechless.
She stopped trying to stop him, turned and walked towards the passage. Changsheng watched her figure gradually disappear, lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in them, and slowly walked forward.
He hadn't taken two steps when Nalan Jingwen came out again, his face cold, and knelt down in front of him.
"Come up."
Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared in his eyes, and he climbed onto her back.
Nalan Jingwen felt that he must have owed him something in his past life, otherwise why would nothing good ever come from meeting him? And why was he always treated like a slave by him?
But she certainly didn't encounter immortality in her previous life.
Just as the ancient books described, the Southern Wilderness was a cold and desolate place, devoid of any life. It was dark all around, with a black sky and no temperature. If Nalan Jingwen hadn't been to the underworld, she would have truly thought she had arrived there.
Nalan Jingwen silently hugged the person beside her tighter, and Changsheng unconsciously curled up in her arms, his body trembling slightly.
It was so cold inside that Nalan Jingwen felt his hands and feet were frozen stiff and numb.
There was no light ahead, and the two continued walking forward. They didn't know how long they had walked, but their legs were almost stiff and they could no longer walk. Nalan Jingwen stopped and sat down on the ground. "Let's rest for a while."
"are you hungry?"
She took out some dry rations from her bosom and handed them to Changsheng, but he didn't touch them. He probably didn't want to eat them. After all, Changsheng hadn't eaten any of these rations on the journey. He said they were too coarse and hard to swallow.
She sighed softly, "You've probably finished what you brought with you. Even if you think this tastes bad, this is all you can eat for now. We'll eat something else after we get the Spirit Grass."
Otherwise, they would starve to death before they even freeze to death.
Changsheng finally moved, taking a small bite of the cake. Nalan Jingwen took a closer look and saw that this bite was less than what a rabbit would eat.
She simply shoved the pancake into his hand, but suddenly realized that his hand was not as cold as a normal person's, as if he were holding a block of ice. The next moment, the person who was standing fell straight into her arms. Nalan Jing was startled and caught him.
"Immortality?!"
His body was frighteningly cold. Nalan Jingwen quickly checked his pulse, then hugged him tightly, trying to transfer his own warmth to him.
Changsheng leaned softly against her chest. Hearing her voice, he opened his eyes with difficulty, his voice weak.
"I'm a little tired, let me sleep for a while."
"Sleep? You're not allowed to sleep!"
"Nalan Jingwen, you're so noisy."
"Don't sleep! Why didn't you say you were feeling unwell sooner? Why did you have to wait until I found out?! Are you stupid?"
Changsheng thought she was really noisy and wanted to shut her up, but he didn't have the strength right now.
"I'm fine. I know my body better than you do."
Nalan Jing was furious and wished he could strangle him right then and there.
She stood up, holding the person, and said decisively, "I'll take you out now."
But before she could take two steps, a black shadow suddenly darted out of the darkness and crashed straight into her.
Nalan Jingwen's pupils contracted, and he quickly dodged.