【Knife E】Mid love

"Don't move." The white cloak was covered on Ezreal's head, and Tailong stood up after throwing a word, his body bent and arched, his muscles tensed, and the blade in his hand was exposed.

Ezreal pulled down the cloth that covered his sight. In his sight, Talon had already rushed a long way away, leading those snow wolves who were staring at him in another direction.

The coat was still warm, Ezreal pinched the corners, his mind was in a mess, first he was thinking about why Tailong was here, and then he thought that he was really saved by the other party, whether he was dead or not. The alliance that can be revived, but the second thought was the humiliating treatment that he could not forget a few days ago.

Various thoughts and emotions lingered in the blond explorer's chest, and he knew that his feelings for the Shadow of the Blade could no longer be described in a simple word or even a sentence.

However, it would not be Ezreal's style to sit here and wait for rescue. With the white cloak on the outside, the blond explorer struggled to support the ground with his hands, and stood up bit by bit.

The wound on the leg is already a little numb from the pain, and the blood on the pants has been frozen hard by the weather.

Trying to stabilize his figure with one foot, Ezreal touched the ground with the other foot, dragging his body and limping forward in the snow, his eyes closely following Tailong's far away back.

Even the assassins of Noxus, when confronting these hungry beasts alone, it is impossible to easily solve them in this terrible environment.

In fact, he was also prepared to be injured. Injuries are commonplace for Tai Long. He doesn't think the wounds and pain are terrible. However, his heart is still struggling at this moment. Rael, the blond explorer, has a broken leg and won't last long in this cold weather.

Compared with Ezreal, Talon has a lot easier to deal with these wolves. He is an assassin who is agile and pays attention to grasping his weaknesses. He is incomparable with the ability of wolves to go around in circles to find the key to attack. of.

Not long after, several wolf carcasses lay next to him, and the remaining ones were also painted, but Tai Long's clothes were also bitten in several places, and there was a small wound on his arm.

When the knife came out, Talon had already decided to deal with the rest of the wolves at once. He used the same method as Ezreal—exchanging his injuries for an opportunity to attack, but the explorer was the last choice in desperation. From Tai Long's point of view, exchanging wounds for lives is something that is often done in life, and it is extremely common.

However, he didn't suffer the slightest injury. The pounced wolf was knocked away by the energy bomb in mid-air, and fell into the snow field far away.

The drawn blade was filled with warm blood. Tailong turned his head and saw Ezreal in his white coat, standing a little crookedly in the snow not far away. When the two of them met their eyes, The blond explorer froze for a moment, then turned his head away, but he just stood there and didn't move.

Tai Long withdrew his gaze, turned the sharp blade in his hand, and then flew out, passing through the last wolf that got up from the snow in embarrassment, blood bloomed on the snow, like a bright red flower, it was really gorgeous.

When Tai Long approached him, Ezreal took off his coat and handed it over: "Here, return it to you."

Then he remembered that he was wearing another blue cloak of Tyrone, which had witnessed the absurd things that happened to them a few days ago, so he hurriedly untied this cloak again: "I will return this one to you too , I only kept it because the Freljord is too cold, this is one of the things..."

The voice behind it became smaller and smaller until it disappeared. The Shadow of the Blade put the white cloak back on Ezreal, tied it carefully, then bent one knee with his back to the blond explorer, and squatted down .

"You...I...this..." Ezreal looked at the scene in front of him, and naturally knew what the other party meant. He hesitated for a while and didn't know what to say.

He didn't move, Tai Long kept this posture, and didn't make a sound to urge and ask.

In the end, Ezreal chose to lie on the back of the Shadow of the Blade, wrapping his hands around the opponent's neck.

Just because of his leg injury, he estimated that it would be difficult for him to reach the scheduled overnight place alone.Ezreal said this to himself, just staring at the loose black hair of the other party, he was still slightly dazed.

Even if his profession had nothing to do with assassins, he knew how much trust an assassin would consume when he exposed his back, even the most vulnerable back of his neck, in front of him like this.

Ezreal didn't understand why he was treated like this by Talon, whether it was unreasonable physical assault, even begging for mercy, or a rescue in the snow, he exposed his weaknesses to others without hesitation and precaution. in front of him.

He couldn't figure out what the Noxian assassin was thinking or why.

Tai Long carried Ezreal on his back, and no one made a sound. He just walked silently in the snow like this. When he didn't know which direction to go, the Shadow of the Blade would stop, and Ezreal pointed He pointed to the direction, and Tai Long continued walking in the direction he pointed.

As the evening was approaching, the wind and snow gradually increased, and the snowflakes around the feet were rolled up and hit the body, and the face was painfully blown by the cold wind.

Talon felt that the hand around his neck seemed to move away, and soon his head sank, and something was put on his head, and then pulled down to cover his eyes—it was Ezreal's shield. eyepiece.

The other party seemed to be trying to untie the cloak to wrap the two people in, but it was in vain. For the convenience of movement, Tai Long's cloak was not big enough to wrap two people.

Ezreal buried his head on the back of Tyrone's neck to avoid the oncoming cold wind and snowflakes. The wound on his leg no longer felt pain, because half of his leg was unconscious and no longer accepted the command of the brain. .

Ezreal was already curious about why Tyrone appeared on the ice field. He only felt that he was very lucky. If Tyrone hadn't passed by, even if he escaped from the wolves, he would still fall on the ice field due to wounds and cold. I'm afraid this time it won't be so lucky, and someone will pass by and pick him up - there are no residents near this ice sheet, except for some vendors who will walk through this barren ice sheet every once in a while, and the rest of the time, there are probably only snow wolves .

The chances of being rescued by these vendors are higher than the chances of being discovered and eaten by snow wolves.

Before the sky completely darkened, Talon carried Ezreal on his back and successfully reached the cave marked by the explorers as a safe place to spend the night.

The entrance of the cave is very small, but after walking a few steps and turning a small bend, it suddenly becomes extremely open, as big as a small reception room, and there is still the sound of water flowing deep in the cave.

Talon put down Ezreal who was a little dizzy.

Ezreal woke up as soon as he touched the ground. He immediately tried to direct his injured foot to move, but there was no response.

After putting down the explorer, Tyrone untied the two cloaks on his body, because these two cloaks were not his own, Ezreal actively cooperated with his movements, and the cloaks were quickly untied.

The blue cloak was placed on the ground next to the cave wall, and Tyrone's hands passed through Ezreal's legs and back, and hugged him horizontally.

"Wait...!" Ezreal was very embarrassed by the position of the princess, and he hurriedly wanted to stop him, but before he finished speaking, he had already been put down and sat on the blue cloak.

With his back against the wall, Ezreal looked at his backpack not far away. As soon as he was put down, the first thing he untied and dropped was the backpack: "Medicine, there is medicine in it."

Tai Long carried the backpack and opened it, and found the anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine from it. The sharp blade flashed and cut the cloth near the wound on the calf. Ezreal thought that the leg was out of order, but after cleaning the wound, When tearing off the cloth stuck to the wound by the blood, he still gasped in pain and wanted to cry out, but because Tai Long felt a little ashamed by his side, he gritted his teeth and endured it forcefully.

Dealing with this kind of wound is a trivial matter for a Noxus assassin, and the wound was quickly cleaned and bandaged with good medicine.

Ezreal moved his injured leg, the pain was still there but it wasn't that uncomfortable, and his leg was no longer as if he couldn't move. Looking at Tai Long who put the wound medicine back into his backpack, he thanked him in a low voice. : "Thank you..." Then he added as if remembering something, "Although...although you saved me...but...but that matter...I still can't...can't...can't..."

The dark red eyes were getting closer and closer, and Ezreal's words became more and more stammered. When he could feel Tyrone's warm breath on the skin of his face, he almost forgot what to say next, and the whole world seemed to only The rest is the same as the person in front of him.

Ezreal wanted to push the opponent away as soon as his lips and teeth mingled, but after gathering strength in his hand a few times, the hand that was intended to push back grabbed the fabric of the opponent's shoulder instead.

In the end, Ezreal gave up and sighed in his heart, lifted his chin to accept the kiss.

—TBC—