Chapter 842 So She Hasn't Died

"Xiao Chen... Uncle Nine Emperors." Qin Bai sneered, and there was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, more disdain.

Silence was restored in the cave, only each other's breathing was quiet, Jing Yue was sleeping in Qin Bai's arms, the abnormal blush on her face became more and more strange, Qin Bai looked down at Jing Yue's uneasy turning of her head, The tightly furrowed brow seemed to be in distress.

"No...don't..." When Qin Bai closed his eyes and rested his mind, he suddenly heard the words from Jingyue's mouth, which made Qin Bai slightly frowned and opened his eyes to look down at Jingyue.

"Xiao Chen... no... don't... No. 9..." Jingyue's forehead was beaded with sweat, her tightly closed eyes and cheeks were full of panic.

"Jingyue." Qin Bai frowned and raised his hand to touch Jingyue's forehead. The hot forehead was a bit scorching. Jingyue was panting heavily, curled up uneasily and trembling, her lips were already a little dry. There is no sky and no sky, no one knows how long it has passed since the sleepiness of night and day.

Jingyue’s poisoning has not been resolved, and she was exposed to the rain and cold again. Now she has a high fever and is unconscious. There is not a drop of water for them to drink. Wouldn't it be a sudden death on the spot if you go down?

Qin Bai has a deep understanding of the poison of the Poison Sect.

Qin Bai raised his hand and rubbed his brows, looked down at Jing Yue, pursed his lips slightly, turned his head to look at the dagger thrown aside, narrowed his eyes, as if he was making some important decision, and fell silent for a while With a sudden chuckle, he reached out and took the dagger thrown on the ground.

He raised his hand expressionlessly, and sharply cut a wound on his wrist with the dagger in his hand. He lowered his head and raised his hand to open Jing Yue's mouth, and pointed the wound at Jing Yue's mouth.

Jing Yue didn't know what was wrong with her, she couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't wake herself up, all the things in the past life and the present life were mixed together, so that Jing Yue couldn't tell whether it was the past life or the present life, the reality or the reality. illusory.

Jing Yue thought in a daze that she had returned to her previous life. It was an ascetic ambush in the desert. During the mission, her teammates defected, and all their food and water were taken away. They didn't have any means of transportation. walking out of the desert on his own legs.

Hot, hungry, dry.

A feeling of being on the verge of death invaded all her senses. At this moment, Jing Yue suddenly felt relaxed.

There was a kind of relaxation of giving up existence, she opened her eyes wide, staring at the empty sky in her consciousness, feeling that her life was passing by bit by bit, but she didn't have any strength to struggle, that A powerless exhaustion.

At this moment, Jing Yue's mind was empty, as if all her memories were leaving her, Jing Yue slowly closed her eyes, everything was over.

This feeling, so deep, so clear.

Just when Jing Yue felt that her life was passing by bit by bit, warm water suddenly flowed from her lips, and flowed down her mouth to her throat bit by bit, like a person who was short of water in the desert and finally drank water , want more.

Jing Yue greedily sucked until she felt that the blood in her body seemed to be circulating again, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

When Jing Yue woke up from her deep sleep, she suddenly felt as if she had been a lifetime away from the pitch-black stone wall she saw when she opened her eyes. There was only one thought in her heart, so she was not dead yet.