Surviving In The Ancient Times With Limitless Supplies
Chapter 382: Chasing A Wife Is Indeed Not Easy

Chapter 382: Chasing A Wife Is Indeed Not Easy

Fan Zhengxue hiccupped a few times and asked her elder brother between her tears, "El... Elder Brother... Mother... Is mother alright? Is mother still alive?"

Hearing her question, Fan Zhengyin frowned slightly. He wanted to say that with his mother protected by his father, she would be fine. But for some unknown reason, he couldn’t say those words.

After a moment of silence, he patted her hand gently. "Mhm."

After getting her elder brother’s answer, Fan Zhengxue gradually calmed down. When she calmed down, she suddenly felt sleepy. Fan Zhengyin looked at her sleepy face and said with a smile, "Sleep here tonight. Elder brother will accompany you."

Fan Zhengyin took off his younger sister’s shoes, and helped her to lie on his bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted her back gently until she fell asleep. Hearing his sister’s slow breathing, Fan Zhengyin stood up and walked back to his desk to continue working.

Two hours later, in a cave not far from the barbarian military camp, Hu Wenfeng was boiling medicine for Huan Yun. While he slowly fanned the fire, he turned to look at Huan Yun who was lying on the bed made from grass. Looking at her flushed and sweaty face, he felt distressed and worried.

After a while, the medicine was ready. He poured the medicine into a bowl and brought it to the bed. Putting the bowl on the ground, he lifted her up, let her lean against his chest, and picked up the medicine bowl.

He stirred the medicine with a spoon for a while to let the medicine cool down, and then slowly fed the medicine to Huan Yun. Since she had a high fever and was unconscious, it was difficult for him to feed the medicine to her.

Seeing that most of the medicine flowed out from the corners of her lips, Hu Wenfeng quickly wiped it off with his sleeve. After several attempts, he looked at the remaining half bowl of medicine and then looked at Huan Yun.

Gently touching her cheek and forehead, he felt that her fever was getting higher, let out a sigh and said, "Yun Yun, don’t blame me later. It’s you who is disobedient and refuses to take the medicine."

After finishing speaking, Hu Wenfeng picked up the medicine bowl, drank all the medicine, and then bowed down and fed it to Huan Yun. Having tasted the bitter medicine, Huan Yun moaned weakly and turned her face to avoid Hu Wenfeng’s lips. He looked at her helplessly for a second, then gently pinched her chin, and continued to feed her all the medicine.

After a few seconds, he let her go, wiped her lips stained with bitter medicine, and said, "You will be fine after drinking this medicine."

Hu Wenfeng laid Huan Yun down on the bed, took out a soft and thick blanket from his spiritual palace, and then covered her body tightly. Seeing that her breath finally slowed down, he breathed a sigh of relief. Hu Wenfeng stood up, walking to the entrance of the cave, and set up a defensive barrier, then he walked back to the bed and lay down next to Huan Yun.

He placed his fingers on her right wrist and transferred the demonic energy into her body. After a while, he frowned deeply and thought: ’How come her soul weakened so much? Did the body reject her soul? Or... was watching those barbarians eating human flesh shaken her so much causing her soul to become weak?’

Unable to find the answer, he hugged her, closed his eyes, then refined his demonic energy into spiritual energy, and then transferred the gentle spiritual energy into Huan Yun’s body to stabilize her soul. Half an hour later, Hu Wenfeng opened his eyes, turned his head away and spatted out a mouthful of blood.

He wiped off the blood with his sleeve, looked at Huan Yun, and said hoarsely: "Chasing a wife is indeed not easy... Yun Yun, I don’t care who you really are. Even if you reject me, I won’t let you go."

While his tone sounded like he was complaining, his gentle smile and doting eyes showed how he really felt. That night, Hu Wenfeng guarded Huan Yun for the whole night while constantly refining his own demonic energy into spiritual energy to nourish Huan Yun’s soul.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated into the cave and fell into Huan Yun’s eyes, her eyelids moved slightly. After a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling of the cave.

Feeling a cold touch coming from her right hand, she turned her head and saw Hu Wenfeng holding her hand, sitting beside her with a pale face. She looked at his pale face in surprise, quickly propped herself up and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Hu Wenfeng, what’s wrong with you? Hu Wenfeng?" Calling him, she reached out and stroked his cheek. The moment she touched his cold skin, Huan Yun was startled.

Hearing her weak and hoarse voice, Hu Wenfeng stopped sending spiritual energy into her body. He opened his eyes and saw that she was looking at him with worry in her eyes. He smiled at her and opened his lips to speak. But before he could speak, he felt a pain in his dantian, turned his head away quickly, and coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

"Cough, cough..."

Seeing that he suddenly vomited a lot of blood, Huan Yun was frightened out of her wits. She panicked, quickly wiped away the blood on his lips, and asked, "Hu Wenfeng? What’s wrong with you? Please say something. Don’t scare me like this."

Seeing her panicked look and the tears in her eyes, he smiled and said weakly, "I’m fine. How do you feel? Do you still have a fever?"

As Hu Wenfeng spoke, he reached out and gently touched Huan Yun’s forehead to check her temperature.