After passing through the cannon fodder in the book, my brother turned out to be the male protagonis

While in his coma, Fang Jingqiu felt a chill coming from his bones, and his body began to shiver unconsciously.

Zhizhi, who was taking care of her, noticed her actions and could not hide her excitement. This was the first time she had saved someone who was on the verge of death.

"Can you hear me? If you can, move your fingers."

Fang Jingqiu did not respond, and the syllables of the word came out of his mouth unconsciously.

Zhizhi leaned over to listen, and after listening for a while she could vaguely tell that Fang Jingqiu was talking about being cold.

Hearing this, she immediately took out the quilt from the closet and covered Fang Jingqiu with it, then added a few hot water bottles into the quilt. She touched Fang Jingqiu's forehead with her hand, and after making sure that he did not have a fever, she breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period of time, Fang Jingqiu's condition has been recurring. Many times, Zhizhi doubted whether the girl in the bed could survive. Fortunately, there was finally a response.

Having just returned from catching a wild deer in the mountains, Qi Jue said to Yin Baiwei, "Junior sister, today I will grill venison for you. After so many years, you can also taste whether my cooking skills have declined. When Brother Fuyun comes back, the three of us will get together again."

"it is good."

Yin Baiwei seemed to be recalling the days when they worked on missions together. She had a smile on her face the whole time and her gaze towards him was full of nostalgia.

In the evening, Qi Jue built a fire in the yard and roasted a wild deer. He invited the two to taste it. Zhi Zhi's face flushed with excitement, and she couldn't wait to take the venison from Qi Jue.

Yin Baiwei only took a bite and put it down, then turned around and asked, "Zhizhi, how is the girl doing today?"

Zhizhi raised her head and said, "She is doing well today."

"Then when will she be better?" Qi Jue said suddenly.

In recent days, he went into the town to inquire about the news and heard that many people in the neighboring city had encountered a strange man. The man wore a cloud-blue suit and a crow-green cloak. He walked around the street all day holding up a portrait and asking people who he was looking for, but he wouldn't say.

Qi Jue always felt that the man was looking for Fang Jingqiu. Although he thought that man would not run into such a deep mountain forest, for the sake of his own plan, if Fang Jingqiu did not wake up in a few days, he would have no choice but to take Fang Jingqiu away.

Hearing Qi Jue's words, Zhi Zhi said unhappily: "How do I know when she will wake up? What if she just doesn't want to wake up and see you?"

Yin Baiwei patted Zhizhi's hand and said to Qijue, "Brother, if you don't have any urgent matters, please stay here for two more days so that the girl can recuperate."

Qi Jue glanced at Yin Baiwei and said nothing.

She knew that Qi Jue was dissatisfied with what she said, but was trying to save her face.

She lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

With a "bang", the sound of something heavy falling was heard in the house. Zhizhi quickly put down the venison and went into the house to check on Fang Jingqiu's condition.

Fang Jingqiu was crawling on the ground, supporting himself with his hands and trying to leave, but he saw an anxious girl coming towards him. Seeing Qi Jue following behind her, he thought she was Qi Jue's accomplice and resisted her contact.

"Don't move. Your injuries haven't healed yet. Don't faint again."

Even if Fang Jingqiu was struggling, a patient who had been lying in bed for a long time could not be defeated by a healthy person.

Lying back on the bed, Fang Jingqiu looked at her warily. Zhizhi took the medicine from the stove beside her and said, "You've been unconscious for a long time. You can't get out of bed all of a sudden. Otherwise, if you faint again, I'm not sure if I can wake you up."

"Since you're awake, let's go tomorrow." Qi Jue said, looking down at Fang Jingqiu.

Fang Jingqiu said nothing. Zhizhi suddenly stood up and said angrily to Qijue, "I told you! She can't get out of bed until her injury is fully healed!"

Qi Jue reached out and tried to pull Fang Jingqiu off the bed without caring about anything. Zhi Zhi opened her arms to stop him and threatened, "Kill me if you have the guts, or you can't take this girl away with you!"

Demonic energy gathered in his palms, and he heard the sound of a cane hitting the ground outside the house. Qi Jue closed his eyes, turned around and said, "I only give you three days. When the time is up, I will take her away no matter what."

Seeing Qijue walk out, Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief, touched her neck in fear, and said to herself, "I was so scared, I almost thought I was really going to die."

She sat back on the bed, picked up the medicine and said, "You heard it too. That guy is going to take you away in three days. At least drink some medicine, or you will really die."

After confirming that Zhizhi and Qijue were not in the same group, Fang Jingqiu felt relieved and drank the medicine from her hand.

"you are very brave."

Suddenly hearing Fang Jingqiu's words, Zhizhi blushed and said embarrassedly: "Actually not, it's just because my grandmother is his junior sister, so I bet he won't do anything to me."

Grandma... and Qi Jue are senior and junior brothers and sisters?

It's clearly human language, so why is it that I can't understand it?

Seeing Fang Jingqiu's confused face, Zhizhi explained: "Actually, my great-grandmother is a cultivator, but she didn't tell me why she didn't continue to practice."

After hearing her say this, Fang Jingqiu understood that Zhizhi's great-grandmother was a fellow disciple of Tianyun Sect, and might even be a disciple of the main peak.

According to Wang Beiwang, except for Wu Gufeng and a few other old men from that generation of elders, the rest were either dead or gone. It is said that when they left, the sect leader did not stop them, but did not allow them to return to the sect.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingqiu was not sure whether it would be safe here. What if this old lady held a grudge against the head of the sect and even disliked her, then would she still be alive for these three days?

She looked relaxed just now, but suddenly became serious again. Zhizhi didn't know what caused Fang Jingqiu's change. She thought something she said had offended her, so she quickly said, "Sister, your voice is really nice."

Fang Jingqiu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say, so he could only say thank you dryly.

After lying in bed for two days under Zhizhi's care, and no one knew what medicine Zhizhi had given her, Fang Jingqiu was able to walk a distance and circulate some spiritual power in just two days. However, this spiritual power was not enough for Fang Jingqiu to pass on the message to his master and others.

I had no idea where I was and lay there for a few days. Even when I asked Zhizhi, the little girl couldn't tell me the exact location of this place.

Zhizhi came in with porridge and saw Fang Jingqiu sitting at the table. She scolded him, "Sister, your injury hasn't healed yet. How can you sit there and enjoy the breeze for so long?"

"After lying down for so long, even a man made of iron would be broken." Fang Jingqiu said.

Putting the porridge on the table, Zhizhi took a piece of clothing and put it on her. She looked at the paper with wet ink on it and asked, "What is this?"

Fang Jingqiu smiled and said, "This is a flower called Twin Lotus. Isn't it beautiful? Can I teach you how to draw it?"

Zhizhi nodded excitedly, moved a stool and sat next to her, copying stroke by stroke. Fang Jingqiu looked at Zhizhi's serious expression, with the corners of his lips always curled up, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift to Fang Yiqin.

Her intuition told her that her brother had probably left the sect and was looking for her everywhere. If she didn't have a single old thing on her, she wouldn't have to pin her hopes on this little flower drawn with ink.