Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

For some reason, Song Qingcheng, who was frowning at first, stretched her eyebrows. She ran into the coconut grove and dragged the two or three dead coconut trees that she found yesterday, which had fallen on the ground, to Leng Jinyan lying on her stomach. The place.

"It's a good thing you met me, otherwise, I don't know if others will throw you into the sea to feed the fish." Song Qingcheng, muttering, lined up the coconut trees, and ran to pull a few strong vines to wrap the trees. entangled.

Looking at the raft-shaped coconut tree, she smiled with satisfaction, and grabbed the unconscious Leng Jinyan by the shoulders and dragged him up.

"One two three!" Song Qingcheng glanced at Leng Jinyan whose upper body was already on the raft, and nodded to cheer himself up: "Very good, come again, one two three!"

After a while, Leng Jinyan was lifted up to the top.Song Qingcheng wiped his sweaty forehead, grabbed the section of vine that was reserved just now and dragged it forward vigorously.

The surface of the coconut trees is smooth, the beach is also wet, and the raft glides slowly on it.

The sea breeze is roaring, rolling up countless waves.At some point, Song Qingcheng felt the rain hitting her head and shoulders. She had been dragging for a long time, and the increasingly muddy water almost submerged the raft, blocking her steps.

She turned her head and half-opened her eyes, looking at Leng Jinyan who didn't respond even after being drenched by rain, walked to a tree with very big leaves, picked off a few leaves, and covered him.

Although it's better than nothing, at least it doesn't look so pitiful.

Song Qingcheng curled his lips, wiped the water off his face and continued to put the rough vines on his shoulders.In the dark night, blood had already oozed from her shoulders, which were only covered by two pieces of clothing. Soon, the blood was diluted by the rain and dripped into the muddy water under her feet.

……

After an unknown amount of time, when the torrential rain finally passed and the woods returned to calm, Song Qingcheng finally dragged Leng Jinyan back to the stone wall.

Her lower lip had already been bitten bloodstained by herself, but she just licked it, and dragged Leng Jinyan off the raft with trembling legs, and stuffed it under the stone wall where there was not much space.

"call."

Looking at Leng Jinyan, who was lying on the innermost side of the stone wall with his long legs huddled, Song Qingcheng, who was so tired that he couldn't even move his fingers, leaned against the stone wall, and slowly closed his eyes.

She was too tired, and there was no way to treat Leng Jinyan's wounds, she could only leave his life to God, life or death was not up to her to decide.

Song Qingcheng slowly closed her eyes. She was exercising vigorously while getting wet in the rain just now, her body's immune system had already collapsed, and as soon as she rested, she felt a bone-chilling chill penetrate from the soles of her feet into the cerebral cortex, causing her headaches to be severe. Like someone is hacking with an axe.

She curled herself into a ball unconsciously, and kept calling out: "Grandpa, I hurt, Rong Kui..."

When a person is vulnerable, his body will fall into the self-protection function, and he will only ask for help from the people he trusts and is closest to.

Leng Jinyan, who was awakened by the pain in his body very early, looked at Song Qingcheng who was lying next to him, calling the two people in turn, and slowly stretched out his hand: "...it doesn't hurt, Qingcheng will be fine."

This may be the most tender moment in Leng Jinyan's life. When she was with Xu Wei, she was so perfect that she would not even show her embarrassed side in front of him. Therefore, this was the first time Leng Jinyan comforted others.

Song Qingcheng seemed to feel the hand on the top of his head, and his ten fingers that were strangled by the vines to the point of bleeding suddenly grabbed Leng Jinyan's hand, and firmly grasped it to his cheek.

Her red face was so hot that it almost instantly warmed Leng Jinyan's fingertips, and capillaries had faintly emerged.

Looking at her condition, Leng Jinyan knew that Song Qingcheng had a very high fever.He glanced around at the stone wall with nothing there, and propped himself up.

"Don't... go..." Thinking that he was going to abandon him and leave, Song Qingcheng, who was already burned out, looked at him with wet red eyes.

Maybe she didn't know, but this look was like Medusa's magic eye, imprisoning Leng Jinyan in place.

It took him a long time to regain his voice, and said: "I'll be back after a while, I won't leave."

"...don't go."

"I won't go."

Song Qingcheng, who was gradually comforted and obedient, closed her eyes again and lay on the ground, like a Barbie doll that fell into the ashes.

Leng Jinyan looked at her, and walked out of the stone wall that naturally formed a refuge with slightly weak footsteps.

His first sight was the raft of coconut trees that had been discarded in the muddy water, and the vine.

The vibrant green was dyed red, and the reaction turned into an inconspicuous black. If it weren't for the obvious bright red in the puddle, Leng Jinyan might not know what Song Qingcheng did and how he brought himself back.

He picked up the vine, grabbed it firmly with his palm, and walked into the woods without hesitation.

In winter, many trees have already lost their leaves and are bare, with a rare trace of greenery.

Leng Jinyan walked cautiously on the muddy ground with thick piles of dead leaves, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings over and over again, hoping that there would be something that could be eaten.

However, even if he walked far away from the stone wall, he still didn't find anything, not to mention fruit and animals, even young grass leaves and young wild vegetables.

Looking at the empty hands, thinking of Song Qingcheng who was still on the ground with a high fever, Leng Jinyan gritted his teeth, and continued to walk in another direction.

As he walked, he found that there were still some fresh marks on the ground where the soil had been crushed. It seemed that it was left by Song Qingcheng when he dragged him back on a raft.

Leng Jinyan thought that since he fell into the sea, Song Qingcheng must have found himself on the beach, next to the sea, there would always be one or two fish caught in the net.

As long as he is lucky, Song Qingcheng can have a hot bite.

Leng Jinyan's observation ability has always been very good. Song Qingcheng's appearance this morning is still deeply imprinted in his mind. It is clearly a cold and fever caused by hunger and vigorous exercise in the rain, which leads to the decline of physical function.

On this isolated island where he wants everything but nothing, medicine to reduce fever is something he can only think about, so he can only start with supplementing his physical fitness.

As long as Song Qingcheng's physical fitness keeps up, it will be easier to reduce the fever, otherwise, it will be half the effort.

After making up his mind, he did what he said, and Leng Jinyan went to the beach after searching for the traces made by the coconut tree raft.

He stood on the beach, knelt down and squeezed the sand, and saw the slight traces left by the sea water receding on the beach.

Leng Jinyan had gone to experience wild life with Chen Shu and Wang Hao before, and he knew that there must have been sea water coming up last night.

And when the sea comes up, fish will follow the sea to cross the road. When the sea recedes, some fish will be stranded on the beach or trapped in some puddles. Those are the targets of the cold and cautious words. .

He ran quickly, ignoring his drowsy brain and the few wounds on his body that were scratched by the debris of the plane, searching in one puddle after another.

First one, no.

Second, no.

The third, still no.

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After running and looking in the water for a long time, Leng Jinyan's temples were drenched with sweat, and his extremely dry lips were peeled, and blood would come out when he moved slightly.

However, as if he didn't feel it, he still jumped down without hesitation when he saw the puddle in front of him, groping around in the crevice of the stone with his arms.

Suddenly, two palm-sized fish came out from under the stone that his hand had just reached, swung their tails nimbly and swam to another stone crevice.

The two small fish are not big, but the gaps in these stones are not small. As long as these two fish have a chance, they can return to the sea.

It's just that Leng Jinyan, who had been waiting for a long time, didn't give them the slightest chance. As soon as they appeared, the two arms were like a fine net, and they had already caught them before they could react.

Looking at the two lively, not too big fish, Leng Jinyan smiled for the first time since this morning.

He casually pulled a strong thin vine from the woods, passed the fish's gills and held the fish in his hand, and without hesitation, he chose two coconuts that looked intact, and carried them back to the stone wall.

Lying under the stone wall, Song Qingcheng was still in the posture when Leng Jinyan left, her cheeks were as red as if burned by fire, and she could feel the heat when she breathed.

Leng Jinyan stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, seeing that she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't even hum, tore off the thread clothes that had been torn a few times and rubbed them in the puddle of rainwater in front of the stone wall, Apply it to her forehead.

Song Qingcheng, who was burning in a daze, felt the coolness, and his brows that had been frowning in sadness relaxed a little, and his burnt lips pursed unconsciously: "...Water...Water..."

Her voice was too soft for Leng Jinyan to hear clearly, so she had to put her ear to her lips.

"Water... water... I want water."

The slightly opened and closed lips unconsciously swept Leng Jinyan's ear pinna, which was too close, and his hot breath was like sparks, igniting a prairie fire in his ears.

Leng Jinyan lowered his head, looked at Song Qingcheng deeply, and did not look away for a long time.

He looked at her for a long time, finally stood up, went outside and smashed two coconuts with stones, scraped the dried coconut meat inside with thin stone flakes several times, and put them aside for later use.

As early as when Leng Jinyan was looking for food, he had already thought about it. There is no fresh water resource on this isolated island for the time being, so the only thing that can be used is rainwater.

He first found a few larger stones and built a simple stove, and took out the only remaining thing from his pocket - a waterproof lighter.

The surface of this lighter has been severely worn, and the patterns are somewhat blurred.Obviously, it has been used for a long time, and the price is not high.

Watching the blue flames igniting the only little grass, Leng Jinyan put some branches on it, the smoke was rising, and the fire gradually grew stronger.

With his hands and feet, he put the coconut shells filled with rainwater on the small stove that had been built, and set his wet coat aside with a tree pole to light a warm fire.

Suddenly, he thought of Song Qingcheng in the stone wall. She was also wet, not a single inch was dry, and she had a high fever. If this continued, it would be really dangerous.

Thinking of this, Leng Jinyan no longer thought about it, he walked to the bottom of the stone wall and hugged Song Qingcheng.

"..." With his eyes slightly open, Song Qingcheng, who was in a trance, only saw Rong Kui's gentle and jade-like face in front of him.

She leaned on Rong Kui's chest with peace of mind: "With you here... I... am not afraid."

Leng Jinyan's footsteps stopped suddenly, and when he heard this unexpectedly, even the usually indifferent and taciturn man was shocked. He looked down at Song Qingcheng's eyebrows and eyes, and held her hand tightly and tightly.

"I won't scare you." He said to himself.