Nights in Tibet always come later, especially in the mountains. The snow that never melts all year round will brighten the sky. Even after the sun sets, it still reflects the eternal white light, and the moonlight will be dim.

The small temples in the mountains and the humble rooms, the butter lamps emitted a faint light, the cold wind roared outside the window, and a stove was red, reflecting Guo Gu's face, panic, helpless, and there were traces of crying flowers.

The mountain road from the top of the lake to the small temple was not close. Liu Jing's whole body was wet and extremely weak. On the way back to the temple, Lu Qiuyang was blown into a coma by the mountain wind. At this moment, he was still sleeping on the earthen kang and not awake.

The thousand-year-old snow water in Tibet is extremely harmful to the human body's vitality. If time is delayed for a long time, life will be safe, and it is easy to cause paralysis of the lower limbs or loss of sexual function. Such power is not enough for the internal skills master written by Liang Gong, let alone Liu Jing? Fortunately, he has not been immersed for a long time. If he really loses a certain function, we absolutely believe that he will jump into the lake again.

Guo Gu knelt on the low earth kang, looking at the face of the person in front of him, and once again couldn't help but lift the quilt to caress the deeper scar in her heart. She touched it carefully, and the feeling of her fingertips hurt her heart. When Liu Jing was soaked in the cold lake water and twisted her hand without a bloody face, she felt that the whole world had collapsed. This despair was too real and too cruel, but what was really scary was the feeling of powerlessness. She was not unfamiliar with this feeling, but she could not bear the torture again.

She fell clumsyly in the face of the gears that were taking off the bed. The same person in front of her, holding the grinding wheel across her, like a mountain. The gear flew over and broke the thick grinding wheel in an instant, and hit his chest heavily and bounced away. He leaned back. She saw blood squirting from his chest and mouth, spraying so high and slow, like the slow motion in the movie, splendid, cruel and beautiful, and then fell into her arms, covered in blood, a lot of it, she screamed and hugged her hands, and the blood was covered with blood.

She couldn't forget the moment of shock, but the feeling of powerlessness compared to the lake top made her even more desperate because it was too real, especially when she was about to have it.

Guo Gu sighed lightly and tucked the quilt again. Liu Jing suddenly woke up slowly. "Liu Jing, are you awake?" Guo Gu rushed to him, with tears in his eyes, and asked happily.

"Yeah." Liu Jing nodded and subconsciously looked around, because he was not wearing clothes on his upper body, fortunately there should be a pair of pants on his legs. I can only say that he did not feel enough in his lower limbs.

Guo Gu realized something and sat up again: "How do you feel?"

"It's okay, my legs are a little numb." After the disaster, he suddenly calmed down when facing Guo Gu's face wearing small glasses again.

Guo Gu smiled, and the fire made her beautiful: "Don't worry, Qiu Yang said, you will be fine tomorrow morning."

"Oh, where is my clothes?" Liu Jing asked a very realistic question.

Guo Gu blushed: "Your clothes are wet, of course you have taken them off. Well, Qiu Yang changed your pants for you."

"Oh." Liu Jing responded, hiding his eyes, "Where is Qiuyang, where is he?"

"He left and went back to find Xiaoxin." Guo Guzhang smiled with a relieved smile, "He asked me to tell you that the original Lu Qiuyang was dead, and now Lu Qiuyang will be like you, and he also said that he would learn from you."

Liu Jing smiled bitterly and didn't say anything. This guy came quickly and left quickly.

Guo Guqi said: "Liu Jing, Qiu Yang has already learned it. This is all your credit. Are you unhappy?"

"Happy, why are you unhappy?" Liu Jing sighed, "But there is another real good person missing in the world."

"No," Guo Gu stared at him and said seriously, "As good as you are."

Liu Jing smiled and looked at her and said, "Qiuyang once wrote a short poem and won an award. Do you know?"

"I don't know, what poem?" Guo Gu shook his head.

Liu Jing looked at the snow-capped mountains outside the window and said calmly: "'All sins are in bright days/glorious and arrogant/texts are avoided by them/so the person holding the book said/Look, this is the truth'."

Guo Gu didn't say anything and stared at him in a daze.

Liu Jing looked at it and said, "Don't think about it. It's rare to make a fuss, so I just sigh."

"What's rare? I'll say!" Guo Gu came to his senses and picked up a small pot from beside the stove, "You're hungry, Qiuyang asked the little lama to make some porridge. I'm afraid you'll wake up, so I keep it hot, so eat while it's hot."

Liu Jing poked his head and found dog chewy inside, and some kind of large wheat, with a small pot of red and half a pot. He frowned: "What's this thing? Why does it taste like this?"

"I don't know either, it seems to be mixed with butter tea and yak milk."

Alas! I finally arrived at the snow mountain and was injured. Why didn’t I put a snow lotus or something? Liu Jing was thinking a lotus.

Guo Gu supported him against the wall, pulled a sheepskin robe and wrapped it in him, and then scooped a spoon of porridge. Liu Jing opened his mouth and suddenly asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Well, you eat first." Guo Gu's face was red and he said sweetly. Liu Jing looked at her gentle face and felt a little cold and painful: "I can't eat so much, so you can take a spoon and let's eat together."

"You eat first, I'll feed you." Guo Gu said directly at him.

"My hands are ready. I can eat them myself. Go and get them." Liu Jing snatched the small pot. Guo Gu was quite reluctant, and hesitantly took a small spoon and returned to him.

"Eat!" Liu Jing said to her.

"Yes." Guo Gu nodded beautifully.

The two of them leaned their heads, started to eat, and looked up from time to time. The affection in their eyes was so strong and hot, like the kang under them and the fire beside them. Guo Gu's whole body was almost melted, and he was so happy that he wanted to rush over and hug him tightly, and never let go in this life. Liu Jing was also happy, sad, for his ignorance and miss over the past few years.

Liu Jing didn't want to say he regretted it. Some things were missed, and it was no big deal, especially men. The little tiger is also very happy now, looking forward to him thousands of miles away. He liked and was content.

After finishing the porridge, Guo Gu's eyes were fluttering and his smile was very seductive. The two dimples were so deep and intoxicating. Liu Jing was speechless and told himself secretly that he would cherish the little tiger and live happily for the rest of his life.

Guo Gu put the leather robe next to him, helped him lie down, then took a jar, and looked at him with a silence. Liu Jing asked strangely, "Guo Gu, why are you doing this?"

Guo Gu grinned: "Do you want to urinate?"

"What? You asked me... um um um um um um um!" Liu Jing shook his head quickly.

Guo Gu sat next to the pit and said angrily: "Liu Jing, the toilet is behind the temple, it's quite cold outside. Qiu Yang said, "You can't blow the air before you recover, you can't be careless!"

"Oh, I know, I don't feel it, you take it away!" Liu Jing really didn't feel it. Even if he had it, he wouldn't pee in front of Guo Gu. This is too that! It's a little bit of suffocation, and it's too much for losing his morals.
Chapter completed!