Chapter 161 Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Here

Mr. Shi Da was in a very embarrassed state. His gray clothes, which had always been spotless, were now stained with blood. His left hand was wasted and there were several cuts in his chest and abdomen. Although Yan San was injured more seriously than him, he was already injured. Although Yan San was afraid, the more he fought, the braver he became, and the situation became very delicate.

The fighting on the deck has slowly ceased, and the private soldiers of the Xie family have been almost wiped out. Mr. Shi Da glanced at it and felt even more uncertain. This was above the sea, not land. If he couldn't beat the land, he would just run away. Yan San would definitely not be able to catch up with him with his Qinggong skills, but this was a vast sea, and although Mr. Shi Da was powerful, he still couldn't cross the river with a reed.

As soon as his mind wandered, Yan San approached him again and fought hard to withstand his sword, which opened a bloody hole in his abdomen.

"Ah!" Mr. Shi Da screamed, grabbed the dagger in his belly, and slashed diagonally with the soft sword.

Yan San did not hide, letting the soft sword open a bloody gash in his chest and abdomen, and another short sword had already penetrated Mr. Shi Da's chest.

The two fell from the mast at the same time.

When he was about to fall into the water, Yan San used his last strength to push Mr. Shi Da away, pulled out his swords, and then fell into the water as well.

Ding Dong grabbed a mast rope and jumped into the water. The water was dyed bright red. Ding Dong shook his head, pulled away the corpses around him and dived in. He grabbed Yan San's hand and looked at it again to see that it had sunk. Mr. Shi Da surfaced.

The captain's cabin was in chaos.

Ding Dong did not go in, but went to Fang Nianyuan and said, "Captain Fang, this ship is going to sink them. We can't let others know."

Fang Nianyuan nodded. The two Xie family ships were coming for Ling Qingyu. If the news was sent back to Dazhou, it would be a problem. Now that all the people and ships were destroyed, and there happened to be a typhoon, no one knew what happened. Something happened.

The route they took this time was quite far from the land, and it was blown off course by the typhoon. It was even further away from the land. There was a deep trench below this place. If the ship sank, no one would be able to find it.

Fang Nianyuan led people to gather the corpses of the two ships in the cabin, while Ding Dong led the sailors to dig holes and let the entire ship sink into the deep trench.

"Qingyu!" Yan San shouted and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Don't move, don't move!" Shi Fang hurriedly held him down and said, "How could you wake up at this time!" With such a serious injury, you should have been unconscious for three to five days. How could you wake up just after being carried in? What are you doing now that you are unconscious?

Yan San waved his hand away, got off the bed and staggered towards the inner room.

Ling Qingyu lay quietly on the bed, with a bandage on her chest. Yan San's legs went weak, and he knelt in front of the bed and asked, "How is she?"

"Hey, luckily she is immune to all poisons. Even though the poison on the arrow sealed her throat with blood, it was no harm to her. Although the wound was a bit deep, it was no longer life-threatening." Shi Fang said.

"That's good." Yan San smiled slightly and leaned on her bedside.

"Move it back quickly! This is really a fatal injury!" Shi Fang shouted hurriedly. Ying Thirteen and Ying Jiu hurriedly moved Yan San back to the bed outside.

Ling Qingyu frowned at the sharp pain in his chest and slowly opened his eyes. He still vaguely remembered the arrow flying in the rain and the severe pain when he pulled it out. The pain now was lighter than that then.

Ling Qingyu blinked and slowly adapted to the light in the room.

"Quick! Hold him down!" Shi Fang's voice suddenly sounded, making Ling Qingyu turn his head and look sideways. This was his bedroom. The bedroom door was still shaking slightly, as if someone had just left.

"Why is this happening? Doctor Shi, didn't you say that the wounds have been sutured?!" Yan Qi's voice was full of anxiety and anger.

"Has he been poisoned before?!" Shi Fang's voice was filled with anxiety as he said, "Press that side, it will burst!"

"He has been hit by... heart-burning bones..." Yan Qi's voice sounded softly.

Yan San? Ling Qingyu moved and felt a sharp pain in his chest. Gritting his teeth, Ling Qingyu got up. It's okay. I can bear this little pain.

Holding on to the wall, Ling Qingyu moved to the door. From the half-open door, he could just see the person on the bed outside.

If he could still be considered a human being, the countless wounds all over his body were open with huge mouths, and blood spurted out from them. His body was constantly spasming, and every shaking brought more blood spurts.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? That heart-burning thing can kill people!" Shi Fang roared, his face turned pale, and the hand holding the needle was shaking so much that he didn't know where to start.

"Yan San?" Ling Qingyu called softly, always feeling that everything in front of him was not true. Why was Yan San like this?

"The boss?!" Only then did the people outside notice Ling Qingyu standing at the door. Ying Shisan, who was standing outside, rushed over to support her.

"Yan San?" With Ying Shisan's strength, Ling Qingyu walked to the bed. The bed was already covered in a sea of ​​blood, and the blood flowing down from it dyed her vagina red.

There was no blood on Yan San's face, his eyes were tightly closed, and his body kept twitching and convulsing. The open wound on the front of his body seemed to be dividing his body, and the spurting blood flow seemed to start in the next second. Drain the blood from his body.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Yan San," Ling Qingyu hurriedly took out the small bag from his neck. Ling Qingyu poured out the red fruit with trembling hands, and stuffed it into his mouth regardless of how many.

"Shi Fang, help!" Yan San clenched his teeth tightly, and Ling Qingyu couldn't help but shout.

Yan Qi clamped Yan San's lower jaw with his hands and opened his teeth. Ling Qingyu poured the red fruit in. Seeing that he was not conscious of swallowing it, he leaned over and kissed him, pushing the red fruit in with his tongue. in his throat.

The fruit went down his throat. Under the eyes of everyone, there seemed to be a light on Yan San's body, and then the wounds slowly stopped blooming.

"Quick!" Shi Fang quickly picked up the sewing needle and quickly sewed up the largest wounds. While he was sewing, Yan Qi poured the medicine powder on the wounds for free as he said.

After all the dozens of wounds, large and small, were sutured, Shi Fang sat down on the chair as if exhausted, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "I will survive this night, as long as I can survive this night."

"Master!" Ying Shisan hugged Ling Qingyu's limp body and called out worriedly.

"Go in and lie down, what are you causing trouble! If something happens to you again, don't let others live!" Shitou yelled at Ling Qingyu, and then remembered that if she hadn't woken up at this time and took out the magic fruit , he doesn’t know about others, Yan San will definitely die. Then he softened his voice and said, "Your injuries are not serious. You must have a good rest."

"Yan San, put it in." The pain in her chest was so painful that she couldn't even speak a word.

"Hey." Shi Fang sighed and said, "When we pack it up later, ask Yan Qi to send it in." This night was a struggle for Yan San's willpower, and he would wake up faster next to Ling Qingyu.

Seeing Ling Qingyu nod, Ying Shisan picked her up and carefully brought her back to the bed in the inner room.

"Thirteen, injured, other, people." Ling Qingyu could only say one word at a time, his brows furrowed in pain.

"We are all fine. Some people at Colonel Fang's place were injured, and Doctor Shi has taken care of them. Don't worry, no one was killed." Ying Thirteen replied, seeing her relieved, he gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with his hand. , said: "You can rest."

Yan Qi cleaned up Yan San's body, put on clean clothes, and then carried him to Ling Qingyu.

Holding Yan San's hand, Ling Qingyu slowly closed her eyes. After such a torment, she reached her limit.

Leaving Ying Shisan to guard the side, Yan Qi retreated.

Fang Nianyuan was leaning on the railing outside, with his clothes open and the bandages on his abdomen and arms exposed.

"The master is fine for the time being. Yan San wants to see if he can survive the night." Yan Qi also leaned on the railing, rubbed his forehead and said.

"What do you call that person in the world? Is he very powerful?" Fang Nianyuan asked, looking at the sea in the distance.

"You mean Mr. Shi Da? Mr. Shi Da, Soul Chasing Arrow, ranks eighth in the world." Yan Qi smiled faintly and said, "Killing us people can be a unilateral massacre for Mr. Shi Da." He I always thought that my martial arts skills were just a little worse than Yan San's, but now I know that they are even worse than Yan San. There were dozens of large and small wounds on Yan San's body, and the one from his left chest to his lower abdomen was even more shocking, but none of them were behind him, they were all in front. No matter how serious the wounds were, he never took a step back. With such a fighting style, Yan Qi knew that he couldn't do it.

"We should feel lucky? The battle between Yan San and Mr. Shi Da is not something ordinary people can see, right?" Fang Nianyuan said.

"Did you see it?"

"No." Fang Nianyuan shook his head. Not to mention that the two people were so fast that they were just shadows. At that time, there was no time to take a look. There were six hundred people rushing over from the opposite side.

"I'll go with you." Yan Qi said after a moment of silence.

"What?"

"Didn't you tell Ding Dong that after sending the master to Lingjia Village for training, he would become a pirate and kill all the Xie family's ships? I'm going too," Yan Qi said.

"good!"

That night, Shi Fang and Yan Qi stayed in the captain's cabin together. At midnight, Yan San came down with a high fever.

Ling Qingyu woke up from the heat of the body next to him, and when he saw Yan Qi changing towels for him to cool down, he wanted to get up.

"Don't move!" Shi Fang stopped her, poured alcohol into a towel, and asked Yan Qi to wipe his acupuncture points.

Ling Qingyu held Yan San's hand, tilted her head and whispered in his ear: "Yan San, if you can hold on, you will definitely be able to hold on."

"Qingyu...?" A whisper escaped from the corner of Yan San's mouth.

"Yes, I'm here." Ling Qingyu whispered in his ear.

The hand he held tightly moved slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of Yan San's mouth.

"We should be able to get through it." Shi Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yan San's expression. This couple was really worried.

Hearing Shi Fang's words and holding the hot hand, Ling Qingyu fell into a deep sleep again. This seemed to be her body's self-protection instinct. Once she was overtired or injured, she would fall into a deep sleep without the control of reason.