Phi-Fic Chapter 1285 Go quickly
Chapter 1285 Go quickly
"Ye Li!" Zhan Xuan's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly broke free from the gun barrel, turned around and kicked the man in black away, then helped the swaying Ye Li.
"I'm alright!" Ye Li's face turned deathly pale, but his lips turned a strange bluish-black. He gritted his teeth and thrust his sword through the throat of the man in black in front of him. "Boss Xuan, run!"
Zhan Xuan held him, feeling the body temperature in his arms drop sharply. The bone-chilling cold came not only from the soaked clothes, but also from the deadly poison that had penetrated deep into his bones.
His eyes were bloodshot as he wildly brandished his silver spear, the wind whistling through the air. At this moment, he was like an enraged lion, each thrust carrying a destructive fury. The men in black screamed and fell to the ground, their blood staining the ground, mingling with water and other grime in a scene of utter carnage.
Yet the guards continued to pour out of the water, seemingly inexhaustible. Ye Li watched Zhan Xuan struggle alone, his heart filled with anxiety. He tried to get up, but felt excruciating pain throughout his body. The poison was spreading rapidly, and his vision was already blurring.
He bit his tongue hard, and with the clarity brought on by the excruciating pain, he swung his sword and severed the arm of a man in black, but was also slashed in the shoulder by the man's short knife, the deep wound that exposed bone instantly gushing blood.
"Brother Xuan, don't worry about me!" Ye Li used the last of his strength to push Zhan Xuan out the door. "I'll cover your retreat!"
After saying that, he suddenly broke free from Zhan Xuan's embrace, dragging his bleeding body, and rushed towards the group of men in black.
The longsword in his hand had lost its former agility, but it carried a resolute killing intent, and each strike was delivered with all his might.
His back wound continued to bleed, staining his entire shirt red. He staggered, yet he stood firmly in the doorway, like an unyielding statue.
Seeing this, a man in black swung his knife at the back of Ye Li's leg. Ye Li grunted and knelt on one knee, but still used his longsword to support his body and block the way.
Another man in black seized the opportunity to stab him in the chest. Ye Li dodged to the side, but the other man's knife slashed open his abdomen, and his intestines almost spilled out. The excruciating pain made his vision go black, and he almost fainted.
"Ye Li!" Zhan Xuan stumbled as he was pushed. Looking back, he saw Ye Li covered in blood, surrounded by several men in black, his body pierced by short knives, blood gushing out like a fountain.
He tried to rush back, but was held back by two men in black. As he brandished his silver spear, tears finally streamed down his face.
"Brother Xuan, you must take good care of yourself!" Ye Li glanced at Zhan Xuan one last time, his eyes filled with endless longing and entrustment. Then, with all his strength, he plunged his longsword into the heart of a man in black. He himself was also pierced by several short knives at the same time, through his shoulder blade and lower abdomen. He collapsed to his knees with a thud, only managing to stay upright by leaning on his longsword.
At that moment, the world seemed to stand still. Zhan Xuan looked at Ye Li, who was covered in blood and barely breathing, and the pain in his heart surged like a tidal wave. He roared, and his silver spear transformed into a streak of light. Wherever the spear tip passed, the men in black died one after another.
Finally, the last man in black fell to the ground. The dilapidated temple was a mess, the stench of blood mingling with the steam, making one want to vomit. Zhan Xuan staggered to Ye Li's side and picked him up.
Ye Li's body was cold and light, blood gushing from his wounds, and the bluish-black color at the corner of his mouth was getting darker and darker.
His breath was weak, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make faint, breathy sounds. Zhan Xuan put his ear close to his lips to hear the indistinct words: "Boss!"
"I'm here! I'm here!" Zhan Xuan hugged him, his voice trembling, tears dripping onto Ye Li's pale face. "Hold on! Ye Li, hold on! I'll take you to find a doctor right away, and we'll see Father and Mother soon!"
He carefully held Ye Li, afraid of aggravating his wounds, and staggered out of the dilapidated temple.
The cold night wind, carrying with it cold rain, fell on the two of them. Ye Li trembled gently in his arms, his breath growing weaker and weaker, each breath carrying blood foam. The eerie blue poison spread across his skin, leaving hideous marks.
Zhan Xuan carried him as they ran wildly through the rain, his mind filled with only one thought: Ye Li must live! He would make the Heavenly Mandate Palace repay this blood debt a thousandfold!
Just as dawn was breaking, he finally led Ye Li to a medical clinic.
However, the doctor refused to treat Ye Li, seeing how badly he was injured.
He simply tossed the antidote and medicine to Zhan Xuan, saying, "Whether he lives or dies depends on his fate; he's too badly injured!"
Zhan Xuan pleaded anxiously, "Doctor, please save him! Whatever you want, I'll give you!"
Seeing him so humble, Ye Li couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
He pleaded in a trembling voice, "Brother Xuan, you shouldn't do this. Don't beg him anymore. He's right, life and death are predestined!"
Zhan Xuan's eyes suddenly reddened. How could he just watch him die?
No, he would give anything to get the doctor to help.
However, the doctor was afraid of getting involved with someone's life, so he stubbornly refused to agree.
He even drove Zhan Xuan away!
Zhan Xuan gritted his teeth; he would never give up on Ye Li.
Zhan Xuan could only take Ye Li and settle him on a soft couch in an inner room of an inn. He then bolted the door shut behind him. Only a single lamp was lit in the room, its flickering light casting long shadows of the two of them.
Ye Li was covered in blood, his black outfit was soaked through and clung to his body, a shocking sight.
Zhan Xuan suppressed the trembling in his heart and carefully removed his clothes. When his fingertips touched that snow-white skin, his breath hitched slightly.
Ye Li's body was slender yet well-defined, with smooth shoulder lines, a slim waist, and skin as delicate as fine mutton fat jade. Only the thin calluses left from years of sword practice were faintly visible on his wrists, adding a touch of heroic spirit.
The moment his clothes were removed, Zhan Xuan was momentarily stunned.
But when he saw the deep, bone-revealing wound on his back and the terrifying bluish-green poison spots, Zhan Xuan calmed down.
He quickly took out the prepared wound medicine and antidote ointment, dipped his fingertip in the ointment, and gently applied it to the edge of the wound.
"Ugh!" Ye Li was jolted awake from his stupor by a painful groan. His brows were furrowed, his long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and his cherry-pink lips were pressed into a thin line, from which came out soft moans.
He already had a somewhat feminine appearance, and now, with his cheeks flushed from the pain and his eyes glistening with moisture, he exuded an indescribable allure, making Zhan Xuan's heart skip a beat.
"Bear with it, it'll be over soon." Zhan Xuan's voice was low and husky, carrying a gentleness he himself was unaware of.
He leaned closer, his nose almost touching Ye Li's earlobe, his warm breath brushing against Ye Li's neck, causing Ye Li to flinch slightly.
The moment the ointment touched the wound, Ye Li trembled and instinctively tried to struggle, but Zhan Xuan pressed down on his shoulder. Zhan Xuan's large, warm hands covered Ye Li's slender shoulder, the pressure gentle yet carrying an irresistible strength.