Life Going Wild With Plug-ins

Chapter 92 [Big Young Master Extra Story] Qing Ping Le 05

Zhong Ion lay quietly in the darkness, holding his breath all night in fear, for fear of hearing any sound from the small thatched hut.

He still didn't think about anything, didn't understand anything, and it was already dawn.

He had never felt that the night was so short.

When the morning glow dissipated, he groped to get up, put on his coat crookedly, and limped around to knock on the door of the small hut.His movements were extremely light and slow, as if he was afraid that someone inside would hear him.

No one responded.

Zhong Zixi's internal energy is exhausted now, even if he is close at hand, he can't tell whether there is anyone inside.

For the first time since being deposed, he felt so truly deaf and dumb and powerless.

Without saying a word, he stood quietly outside and waited.

The mountain light pleases the nature of the birds, and the shadows of the lake empty the hearts of the people.Until the tired bird returns to its nest, Chunxi evaporates the morning dew, and the flowing water sends away the falling flowers, he gradually understands the weight of the saying that there are no years in the mountains. One life is really long and suffocating.

"Yejun." He held the door frame and said softly, "I'm going back first, come back later."

He limped back to the wooden house again, not daring to open the door from beginning to end.

Zhong Ion went back to the wooden house and sat there till the sunset.

He didn't close his eyes all day and night, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

He dragged himself to the wall again and moved to the thatched hut, stared blankly at the door for a while, then asked the wooden door, "I'm not used to living there. Can I go back to sleep here?"

He waited for a moment habitually, but still no one responded to him.

Zhong Zixi took a deep breath, raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door.

One bed and one table, simple and neat, but empty.

Ye Jun had already run away without a trace.

Zhong Ion paused for a while, and finally let out a soft laugh in relief.

All his fears and anxieties, together with the ridiculous expectations attached to them, finally disappeared together.

Zhong Ion struggled to climb onto the rough and narrow bed, and closed his eyes wearily on the bare wooden boards where the bedding had been removed.

The night wind brought the water vapor from the mountain stream, the fragrance of grass and peach blossoms, and the damp musty smell of the wood, but there was no smell of Ye Jun.

Ye Jun was originally a person without any smell.

Zhong Zixi used to like this very much.At that time, he was forced to deal with many people every day, and he was also forced to smell a lot of disgusting smells, the bloody smell of murderers, the copper smell of snobs, and the powdery smell of flatterers...

Only Ye Jun is different from them.No matter how much killing karma has been accumulated in the hands, the breath will always be clean.

That was one of the reasons why he was once favored by himself, but now he resented him for this characteristic, which made him not even give himself the last chance to be nostalgic.

Zhong Ionxi spent more than ten days practicing walking and working, and the skin on his body was not intact due to the fall. Finally, he gradually got used to this almost disabled body, and he could barely eat with his left hand.

He needs to eat and survive, and there are too many things to do every day, and his speed is too slow.He found that just being alive was really busy, and he didn't have time to think about the person who eventually left him like everyone else.

Spring is coming to an end, and the rain in the mountains is getting more and more fierce every time.The poor-quality hut trembled for several days in the bleak wind and rain, and a piece of the overwhelmed roof was blown away by the strong wind.Zhong Ion fell asleep halfway through, and was doused by the heavy rain.

He lay on his back in a dilapidated little hut with rain leaking from all sides, staring blankly for a while.He thought of the cold poison in the palace of vain life, like a gangrene attached to the bone, no matter how hard it is to heal.

Until his limbs were cold, he suddenly realized that if he was sick, he would definitely not be able to walk from the mountains to the villages and towns alone to seek medical treatment.I had no choice but to get up, and staggered back to the big wooden house in the dark.

Through the window of the wooden house, looking at the dilapidated thatched hut precariously in the wind and rain through the gap of lightning and thunder, he couldn't help sighing: "It's so fragile."

It's fragile, crude, and crude.Even so, Zhong Zixi was still reluctant to abandon it.

After all, it is the only thing in this deep mountain that is connected with Lord Ye.

The next day, the rainstorm fell in the afternoon before it cleared up.Zhong Zixi picked up the thatch that was rolled up and flew around, added some new ones, and prepared to climb up to repair the roof.

It's just that one of his hands and feet is disabled, and the air in his dantian is not enough, he finds it difficult to walk, and it is not easy to climb the ladder to the roof.

At that time, Yejun built this thatched hut on the edge of a high rock in order to take a view of the mountain. If he was not careful when repairing the roof, he would fall into the mountain stream.The spring is cold, the stream is icy cold, and the rocks on both sides are steep and sharp. It is really unknown whether you can climb up after falling.

Zhong Zixi walked around the bottom of the thatched hut with a cane, and climbed up at an angle.

After carefully repairing it, I was relieved when a frightened bird next to me suddenly rose into the air and slammed headfirst into the ladder.Zhong Zixi was dragged crookedly and fell from the eaves, scratching around in a panic, but it was slippery after the rain and he couldn't cling to anything.

He fell and slammed heavily on the fence of the steps, and was knocked half a foot into the mountain stream.But he was not submerged by the cold stream, but fell into a warm embrace.It's a pity that he was castrated too violently, and the person who picked him up failed to stabilize his body, but was knocked into the running water by him instead.He heard a short, suppressed muffled moan beside his ear, which seemed to be full of pain.

Ye Jun caught the second young master, fearing that the stream would wet his clothes and lifted him over the top, lost momentum and stood firm, stopped for a moment, then jumped back to the shore.

Ye Jun placed his young master on the steps and sat against the fence, and he stepped back half a step and knelt in front of him.

He took out a small token made of fine iron from his pocket and handed it to him, took a look at it, took it back and rubbed it against his chest, wiped off the stains on the token, and offered it with both hands again.

Although it was fleeting, Zhong Ion's breath could still tell that it was stained with blood.

"This is the token of Ye Xing's 'Ye Jun Yu Di' this year. I just got it." Ye Jun lowered his eyebrows and nodded to him, and said softly, "Dedicated to you, my master."

Zhong Ion stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand this sentence, he was stunned for a while.

He was stupid for a while, and then he said to himself: "Why do you..."

But Ye Jun asked: "My loyalty to you, or my responsibility to the title 'Ye Jun', which do you believe more?"

Zhong Zixi knew in an instant that his answer was the latter, and this time even he himself felt guilty.

"Don't answer me, young master." Ye Jun shook his head and cut off his thoughts, "It is also my duty to gain your trust, and I am willing to do anything for you. I know exactly what kind of person you are, and you don't need to Guilty, and there is no need to make any changes for your subordinates."

Ye Jun lowered his head and unfolded his tightly clenched hands on his knees, and kissed on his fingertips: "Please rest assured, young master, I will take care of it."

"...Since you came here for this reason, why didn't you tell me directly?" Zhong Ion's voice was hoarse, with a trace of grievance.

Ye Jun smiled wryly and said: "The night walk competition is so dangerous, I'm not sure that I'll be able to come back alive, if something goes wrong with me...how can I let you wait in vain."

As soon as he mentioned this, Zhong Zixi immediately noticed that Ye Jun's face was pale and strange, as if he lacked energy and blood. With his previous body skills, he would never be able to resist being knocked down the mountain, and said in surprise: " You are hurt?"

Zhong Zixi was very aware of his martial arts methods, he was always good at lightness and agility, and his defense was extremely weak.There are only two situations for him to participate in the battle, either he can do his job with ease, or he must die.In the ten years in Zhongliyuan, Ye Jun seldom got hurt. He said that he would not be injured, but would die.

Ye Jun suppressed the pain and coughed softly, pressed his chest and said: "I was injured by Ye Sha in this episode. I couldn't get up, so I lay down for a while before I came back. I was too busy today, and the wound accidentally reappeared." Cracked."

Zhong Ion's breath was stagnant, and he became afraid again.Ye Jun was already on the verge of falling, and quickly reached out to support his waist.

He has never been so close to Ye Jun, and he is still hesitating, but Ye Jun has consciously leaned over.

Ye Jun's voice was a little weak, and he leaned on his shoulder and said: "This time the injury is a bit serious...It may drag you down for a while. I'm sorry...Master."

Ye Jun's voice became lower and lower, his head sank and he passed out.Zhong Zi avoided his wound with breath, and hugged him carefully.He has always been the person who understands himself best in the world, and always knows the way to make himself most at ease.

He whispered, "It's me who should apologize."

Naturally, Zhong Zixi couldn't see it from this angle, but Ye Jun, who was supposed to be in a coma, secretly smiled slyly and triumphantly.