The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family Chapter 648

When Yan Yu and Santie found King Ying and his party, they were taking shelter from the rain in a cave.

Both King Ying and Mr. Yan were injured, and since their heads were in such a critical position, walking in the rain would only aggravate the injuries.

 The two children returned to the team smoothly and brought back several longbows.

 The guards were shocked.

Yan Yu held up the eagle and rushed directly into the cave. He raised his hand and Jiuxiao jumped down wetly. Like a real eagle, he observed the surroundings vigilantly, then slowly moved closer to the fire, shook out his wings, and took advantage of the heat. Dried feathers.

Just like that, very spiritual.

No matter they look alike or not, the cuties of the Yan family are indeed acting seriously.

Yan Yu's hands were tied with cloth strips, making it difficult to touch them, but it didn't matter, she still had her forehead.

I saw the waiter put his forehead on Mr. Yan and then on the prince...

The guards opened their mouths to speak, but thinking about her age, they shut their mouths again.

 Children are also concerned about the rules and regulations, so don't worry about it at this time. The prince is still unconscious anyway, so as long as they don't tell them, no one will know.

Yan Yu looked carefully and saw that the wound had been bandaged again, and the smell of medicine was still coming out. It should have been medicine.

The guards are carrying them with them, which is probably cure trauma.

Yan Yu obviously wanted to ask about his uncle's situation first, but when the words came to his lips, he changed the order: "Has the prince woke up? Where is my uncle?"

“Only that time on the road, Mr. Yan didn't wake up.” The guard replied.

 “How is the wound?” Yan Yu didn't notice it herself. She asked like a leader.

"The bleeding has stopped. As for whether the injury has damaged the skull, we think it's fine." The guards were bold enough to touch it, but they were not medical students and couldn't figure out what was going on.

 It was a blessing for them that the bleeding had stopped.

Yan Yu looked around.

This should be a bear cave. There are bear scratch marks on the cave wall. She has hunted bears before, so she will not be mistaken.

 It's good that the bear is not here at the moment.

But because it is a bear cave, the smell is very bad, the ground must have been cleaned, it is raining outside, dry firewood is hard to find, the wet firewood is thick with smoke, and the cave is smoky.

 The current situation is difficult, but these can be overcome.

 What makes Yan Yu particularly concerned is that the uncle is still awake.

 The time when the King of England woke up, although she was choked back by her words, she could tell that her brain was good and not bad.

 But the uncle...has been in a coma, which is worrying.

“Xiaoer, let me give you medicine.” Santie said, “The big brother of the guard outside gave it to you.”

Yan Yu nodded, opened the wrapped strips of cloth, endured the pain, and did not look at the swollen wounds.

After applying the medicine with both hands, Yan Yu felt sweat on his forehead, but remained silent.

Santie tied her up with new strips of cloth torn off.

“Put the prince on your back and let's change places.”

 The guards in the cave looked at each other.

Yan Yu feels very insecure now. There is no place on this mountain where she can feel at ease.

 She just wanted to leave quickly.

 But the guards didn't think so. It was raining heavily outside, and the prince was not suitable for walking in the rain.

“Xiaoer, let's wait until the rain subsides before leaving. With such a heavy rain, the pursuers won't come right away. The prince and Mr. Yan are in such a bad situation that it's really difficult to move.”

Yan Yu turned her head sharply and looked at the speaker intently.

 “I said go.” She said every word.

The long knife on the ground was held in her hand again at some point. The tip of the knife was casually touching the ground, but now it was slightly raised, as if it was gaining momentum.

 The two sides are in a stalemate and the atmosphere is stagnant.

Yan Yu's uneasiness became more and more serious. She was a little irritable and felt an inexplicable urgency.

“Brother Santie, take my uncle on your back and let's go.”

At this moment, Yan Yu rebelled.

 Her mind was flashing.

 What the hell, I'm just a baby!

I have done everything I can, but you are still disobedient despite being so concerned! Ahhhh! So angry!

 So tired, I don't want to explain!

 I just want my uncle to be okay.

Your little master doesn't want to take care of it anymore, so do whatever you want!

Without saying a word, Santie picked up Yan Huaiwen and rushed out with Yan Yu. These two children moved so fast that the guards did not even have time to stop them.

 Let's go as soon as possible without any delay.

 Boom boom…

Yan Yu suddenly stopped, startled and confused.

 She looked at her feet and around in a panic.

 Did she feel wrong?

 Why does it feel like the ground is shaking? !

 There are voices, voices!

 It's vague, I can't hear it clearly, no, the rain is too loud, I can't hear it clearly!

 “Xiaoer...it seems...it seems...” There is an extra person's weight on the triathlete's body, and the shaking he feels is even more obvious.

  Don't wait for him to finish speaking.

There was a violent shaking, and the ground shook.

Yan Yuhun is almost flying!

　　Screaming: "Brother Santie, leave the cave entrance and squat down. No, run! Run!"

 It's no wonder there's no bear in the cave!

 Animals are the most alert and will only leave the cave when they are aware of it.

 Hurrah!

　　Boom!

Yan Yu felt dizzy again. Everything in his field of vision was shaking. Rocks were rolling down, along with large chunks of soil cracking and falling.

The trees swayed.

 The rain doesn't stop.

 The ground beneath her feet seemed to be equipped with a huge trampoline, causing her to stagger around.

She watched helplessly as the entrance to the cave was blocked by rolling stones and soil, accompanied by screams of exclamation, with despair in their voices.

 But nothing can be done.

Yan Yu clung to a big stone, watching the earth and rocks submerge the cave entrance little by little, and her heart felt a little cold.

The feeling of shock disappears.

It seemed like only a moment, and it also seemed like a long time passed.

"Brother Santie! Brother Santie!" Yan Yu ran over in fear, and saw that Santie had taken off his cotton-padded clothes at some point, torn them into pieces, covered his uncle's head, and hugged him tightly while trembling. His eyes were closed so tightly that he didn't even know Yan Yu was coming over.

 “Brother Santie!” Yan Yu choked and muttered.

 Two streams of hot tears burst out from his eyes.

A muffled sound came.

Yan Yu's tearful eyes suddenly widened when she saw some heaving under the torn cotton clothes.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Yan Yu pulled hard, and the precarious cotton coat was completely scrapped.

Yan Huaiwen opened his eyes weakly, and the feeling of suffocation was washed away by the cold rain. In the blurred vision, the two white streams of water on Xiao Er's gray face were particularly conspicuous.

 "Don't...cry...Uncle...is here." Yan Huaiwen said with difficulty, trying hard to pull out a smile.

Yan Yu cried even harder!

 She is not like her father who cries so loudly that the sky and the earth are shaken.

Really sad only tears.

 The two streams of water on his face washed away more violently.

I want to speak, but there seems to be something stuck in my throat, and I can't spit out even a single word.

 The more I want to say something, the more I cough, have trouble breathing, and feel like vomiting...

 I can only keep beating my chest.

 I couldn't control my strength well, it hurt from the beating, and I coughed repeatedly.

 It's simply a vicious cycle.

Yan Huaiwen's eyes were filled with distress.

People are so sad that they are speechless.

He raised his hand tremblingly, and every extra inch required a lot of effort.

 Pale fingers wiped away the dirt on Yan Yu's face little by little.

And the hot tears running down the fingertips to the tip of my heart.

 “Xiaoer…be good…”

 Ouch, I am moved by writing and writing~

God grant me an uncle. I also want my uncle to say to me: Xiaozhaizhai, be good!

　　嘤嘤嘤, bite your fingers, want, want, want! !

 Hmm, it seems I still have some energy left, let's continue, let's do another chapter~

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