Chapter 168: Baihua Valley (1/2)

Chapter 168 The Bottom of the Hundred Flowers Valley

Surrounded by cliffs, towering trees are like a natural green barrier, raising your head and looking up, as if you are in a huge patio. The floating sky of white clouds occasionally flies over a few birds, leaving a whispering arc.

Under this empty valley, a Bailian rushed down, flying beads splashing jade, and the mist occasionally showed colorful light in the penetration of sunlight.

Under the colorful light, there is actually a pool of clear green water, peach trees, pomegranates, hibiscus, and flowers growing on the side of the pool, as if it is a source of peach blossoms isolated from the world.

”Puff!” Suddenly something fell into the cold pool, startled a group of birds resting on the trees, and after a while, I saw two people slowly floating from the bottom of the pool.

”Ahem...” Ye Ziqin coughed fiercely while clutching her chest, and slowly opened her eyes, ”This...where is this?”

After a while, she recalled what had happened just now. Someone wanted to kill Zhuo Bufan, but both of them fell into the waterfall.

At this time, Ye Ziqin discovered that Zhuo Bufan was floating on the cold pond, but his eyes closed and fell into a coma.

”Zhuo Bufan, Zhuo Bufan.” Ye Ziqin swam to Zhuo Bufan's side, frowned Liu Ye's eyebrows, hooked Zhuo Bufan's neck with both hands, and dragged him to the grass on the shore, only to see a slant on Zhuo Bufan's face. Cross scars, blood on his face, hands, feet and back are the marks of being hit by stones.

Although Ye Ziqin had lost her thinking ability just now, she still felt that Zhuo Bufan was protecting her with her body, so she was not injured. Thinking of this, Ye Ziqin's nose was sour, and her eyes suddenly became red.

”Zhuo Bufan, you can't do anything...nothing.” A drop of crystal tears fell from the corner of Ye Ziqin's eyes and fell on Zhuo Bufan's face.

In the past, he was always indifferent to Zhuo Bufan, and even embarrassed him. He didn't expect that Zhuo Bufan would fight to protect her at the critical moment of life and death.

Ye Ziqin wiped his nose with the back of his hand and twitched his nose, a little sad: ”Zhuo Bufan, I have always treated you like that. Have you been disappointed in me long ago?”

After hesitating, she decisively leaned down and used her thin, cool lips to help Zhuo Bufan perform artificial respiration. At that moment, she felt her heart almost jumped out because it was her first kiss.

In the peachy beauty, Ye Ziqin's lips pressed against Zhuo Bufan's, slowly swallowing oxygen into his mouth.

The cool night turns into frost for you, turning into spring mud to care for me.

After helping Zhuo Bufan finished artificial respiration, Zhuo Bufan still did not wake up, but Ye Ziqin put the jade finger on his nose, but he felt a trace of heat, indicating that Zhuo Bufan was not dead.

Ye Ziqin cried with joy, but looking at Zhuo Bufan’s disfigured face, her heart seemed to be severely pinched. She swept around for a week, suddenly a bright light flashed in her bright eyes, and she quickly stood up and walked to one. Squatted down in front of the grass, ”This is licorice. I was bored to read the books of Chinese herbal medicine before. This herb can stop bleeding.”

Thinking of this, Ye Ziqin did not hesitate to pull a few licorice leaves, drank a sip of cold water, stuffed the licorice into his mouth and chewed, and a bitter and unspeakable taste spread on the taste buds. For a moment, she even wanted to spit out the licorice, but in the end she resisted it.

He carefully applied the chewed licorice to the wound on Zhuo Bufan’s face. After hesitating for a while, Ye Ziqin took off all the clothes on Zhuo Bufan, revealing a body with perfect muscular lines, with about Mo across it. The most serious of the seven or eight wounds was the gunshot wound on the back. The bullets couldn't be taken out at all, so he had to go to the hospital for surgery.

When I saw Zhuo Bufan’s naked body, Ye Zi Qinli showed a blush on his cheeks, with a shy beauty, holding a paper towel soaked in the pool water, wiping the mud next to the wound, and then cautiously smearing the licorice on Above his wound.

After doing all this, Ye Ziqin finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the grass, looking at the uninhabited valley floor, with a trace of despair in his heart.

All the clothes on her body have been soaked, and her soft skin is looming in the sun, full of infinite amorous feelings and temptations, but it is a pity that the only person who can admire is still unconscious at the moment.