Chapter 37 Rescue at Night Yuan Heng looked at Jiang Yu's face quietly. The lights were on and her face was clearly visible. She has a good complexion, which is enough to catch people's eyes in the crowd. Her almond eyes are bright and clear. Whether she is angry or happy, it is directly expressed on her face. Lively and lively, so bright that it cannot be seen. He should find her annoying. Yuan Heng felt a little distressed and didn't understand why he could tolerate her. Is it because she is beautiful? Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time and his facial expression hadn't changed, Jiang Yu thought he was still angry. He drooped his eyebrows and deliberately acted weird, as if the word "囧" was drawn on his face. He looked at Yuan Heng pitifully: "I really know I was wrong--" She shook her shoulders and said earnestly, "Don't be angry." Isn't she just praising his good looks?
Jiang Yu acted like a spoiled child, and Yuan Heng's look became more complicated. Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and tried to pull his sleeves with both hands. Yuan Heng hurriedly turned his head away and sighed inaudibly: "I'm not angry." No one would believe that he wasn't angry. She listened to Wei's story and knew that Yuan Heng was a very law-abiding person and a leader of the younger generation. Many naughty boys would pretend to be well-behaved when they saw him. There will be some friction when a person who follows the rules and a person who does not follow the rules first meet. It's normal for him to be angry. But she just didn't want to be a conformist in front of him. Her godfather Yun Ye said that if you want people to remember you, you must show them that you are different from others and make them get used to it. Since Yuan Heng had met mostly rule-abiding people in the past twenty years, she would let him have one more unruly person in his life. Jiang Yu grinned, staring at Yuan Heng's profile and smiling with his white teeth: "Not angry——" Before she finished speaking, Yuan Heng's face changed and he suddenly stood up: "Someone!" Jiang Yu immediately followed him and looked in the direction he was looking. He saw a person stumbling out of the dim alley, as if there was an evil ghost chasing him from behind. The two men immediately flew down. Not evil. Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He is a demon cultivator, but there is a hint of evil in him. His eyes were closed and his clothes were soaked with blood. Jiang Yu grabbed his thick sleeves and felt her hands were wet. She let go of him and handed him to Yuan Heng. Then she looked down and saw her hands were covered in blood. Yuan Heng asked him to lean against the corner, and Jiang Yu immediately squatted down, took out a bunch of pills from the storage necklace, pried open the other's mouth and stuffed them in.
Yuan Heng: “…” Yuan Heng's hand that was pressing the acupoints paused for a moment, and he was a little dumbfounded for a moment. That's not bad either. At least he no longer had to consume a large amount of spiritual energy to heal the other person, saving him some energy. "Cough cough..." The injured man couldn't bear it for a moment and almost choked on the pill. Jiang Yu immediately took out another pot of water, pushed away the other's trembling hands, and poured a mouthful of water directly into his mouth. She pretended to pour a bunch of pills from her bottles and jars and feed them to the man, but Yuan Heng grabbed her wrist. "Okay." Yuan Heng quickly released her wrist, "Junior sister's pills are all top-grade. If you feed him more, he might not be able to bear it." Jiang Yu looked down at the man who was still swallowing slowly, and felt that what he said made sense. He gave up the bottles and jars and reached out to pat the man's chest: "How are you? Can you leave?" Since they couldn't walk, they could only carry themselves. The color of the man's clothes could no longer be seen, and the water Jiang Yu fed him flowed from the corners of his mouth because he couldn't swallow it in time. This man wanted to talk to Jiang Yu, but his throat was itchy. He coughed lightly and subconsciously pulled his sleeve to wipe the corner of his mouth, wiping a mouthful of blood. Jiang Yu took a closer look and thought that he had coughed up blood again, so he quickly said to Yuan Heng, "Take him back to the City Lord's Mansion first." At the same time, she whispered to Yuan Heng: "Could this person be the traitor? He can't just die like this." The whole city is under martial law tonight. The four of them are guarding the rooftop, and there are teams of patrolling people below. No one noticed anything unusual, but this man suddenly appeared from the alley, covered in wounds. It was abnormal no matter how you look at him. "With those pills you fed him, he won't die." Yuan Heng answered him in secret voice as well, nodded, and carried the man directly onto his shoulder. Jiang Yu casually wiped two handfuls of blood on her skirt and said, "Then I will continue to guard here. You take care of him first." "Okay." He led his men away. The person lying on his shoulder suddenly had a splitting headache, and all kinds of images kept appearing in his mind, but they were blurry. He tried hard to see clearly, but the more he tried, the blurrier the images became, and finally they shattered into pieces. The pain suddenly intensified, he bit his lips hard in unbearable pain, and finally fainted on Yuan Heng's shoulder. . When Jun Mo was drowsy, he tried hard to wake up, but his eyelids seemed to be glued together and he couldn't open his eyes. "Why hasn't he woken up yet?" He heard a girl's voice, which sounded familiar, but his head was dizzy and he couldn't remember it for a while. "Do you know who this person is? How dare he put so many pills out and stuff them into people's mouths like they are free? Don't show off your wealth, understand?" Another voice sounded, he was unfamiliar, not someone he knew, Jun Mo thought. "oops--" It was that girl again, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." "Then why did you join the Sun Moon Immortal Sect?" Another voice sounded a little angry, "You should join the Nanfan Temple."
The girl quickly admitted her mistake: "I was wrong." "I was really wrong." Her voice sounded pitiful. He seemed to remember who the voice belonged to. Jun Mo gradually came to his senses during their conversation. He slowly opened his eyes, and was first blinded by the sunlight coming in through the window. Then he moved his head and reached out his hand to the quilt that covered him tightly. The two people who were still talking quickly noticed the movement on his side. When Jun Mo sat up on the bed with one hand on the edge, a head popped in from behind the screen. The girl's eyes lit up and she ran towards him quickly: "You finally woke up." She passed by the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it directly to him. Jun Mo did not struggle or refuse. He was indeed very thirsty. He took the cup, tilted his head back and took a big sip. The tea is cold. It was unknown when the tea was prepared, and it was already cold at this time. However, Jun Mo was thirsty and didn't care about it. Even when Jiang Yu asked him if he wanted another cup, he nodded. Jun Mo drank three cups in a row before his thirst was relieved. He took a breath and adjusted his breathing, and another man came in from behind the screen. He came in, looked at him, frowned, said nothing, walked straight to the window, crossed his chest and stared at him. "How do you feel?" the girl who rescued him last night asked him and took his pulse. The man at the window sneered: "Can you take a pulse?" The girl in front of him withdrew her hand angrily. (End of this chapter)