Chapter 648 "Good Boy, Little Waiter"

When Yan Yu and San Tie found the King of England and his party, they were taking shelter in a cave.

The King of England and Mr. Yan were both injured, and the wounds were in such a critical position on the head. Going forward in the rain would only make the injuries worse.

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

The guards were shocked.

Yan Yu held the eagle and rushed directly into the cave. With a wave of his hand, Jiu Xiao jumped down wetly, like a real eagle, observing the surroundings vigilantly, and then slowly moved closer to the fire, shaking its wings, and using the heat to dry its feathers.

It was very spiritual.

Regardless of whether it looked like it or not, the little cuties of the Yan family were indeed acting seriously.

Yan Yu's two hands were tied with cloth strips, which made it inconvenient to touch, but it didn't matter, she still had a forehead.

The waiter pasted Mr. Yan's forehead with his, and then the prince...

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

What's the point of talking about rules and regulations? The child is also concerned about it. Don't be particular about it at this time. Anyway, the prince is still unconscious. As long as they don't say anything, no one will know.

Yan Yu looked carefully and found that the wound had been bandaged again. There was still a smell of medicine. It should be medicine.

The guards carried with them, mostly wound medicine and other external injuries.

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

"Only that one time on the road, Mr. Yan has not woken up." The guard replied.

"How is the wound?" Yan Yu herself didn't realize that she asked like a leader.

"The bleeding has stopped. As for whether the skull is injured, we think it should be fine." The guards were brave enough to touch it, but they were not medical students, so they couldn't find out the truth.

The bleeding stopped, which was a blessing for them.

Yan Yu looked around.

This should be a bear cave. There are traces of bear scratches on the cave wall. She has hunted bears before, so she would not be wrong.

It is good that the bear is not here now.

But because it is a bear cave, the smell is very weird. The ground should have been cleaned. It is raining outside, and dry firewood is hard to find. The wet firewood is smoky and the cave is smoky.

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

What Yan Yu is particularly concerned about is that the uncle has not woken up yet.

Although she blocked the words when the King of England woke up, it can be seen that his brain is good and not broken.

But the uncle... has been in a coma, which makes people worry.

"Xiaoer, I will apply medicine for you." Santie said: "The big brother of the personal guard outside gave it to you."

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

After applying the medicine on both hands, Yan Yu's forehead was sweaty, but she did not say a word.

Santie tied her up with a new cloth strip that he had torn off.

"Carry the prince on your back, let's go to another place."

The guards in the cave looked at each other.

Yan Yu felt very insecure now. There was no place on this mountain that could make her feel at ease.

She just wanted to leave quickly.

But the guards didn't think so. It was raining heavily outside. The prince was in such a situation that it was not suitable to go forward in the rain.

"Xiaoer, wait until the rain is lighter before leaving. In such a heavy rain, the pursuers will not come immediately. The situation of the prince and Mr. Yan is really not easy to move."

Yan Yu turned her head suddenly and looked at the person who was talking.

"I say go." She said word by word.

The long knife on the ground was held in her hand again without knowing when. The tip of the knife was originally casually touching the ground, and it was slightly raised at this time, as if it was about to rise.

The two sides were deadlocked, and the atmosphere was stagnant.

Yan Yu's uneasiness became heavier and heavier. She was a little irritable, and there was also an inexplicable urgency.

"Brother Santie, carry my uncle on your back, let's go."

At this moment, Yan Yu rebelled.

She was scrolling through the screen in her mind.

I'm just a baby!

I have done everything I can, and I am so worried, but you still don't listen! Ah! I am so angry!

I am so tired, I don't want to explain!

I just want my uncle to be okay.

You don't want to care anymore, do whatever you want!

Santie didn't say anything, carried Yan Huaiwen on his back, and rushed out with Yan Yu.

The two kids moved so fast that the guards didn't even have time to stop them.

They left as soon as they said they would, without any hesitation.

Boom boom...

Yan Yu suddenly stopped, in doubt.

She looked at her feet and her surroundings in panic.

Did she feel it wrong?

Why did she feel the ground was shaking? !

There was also a sound, a sound!

It was vague, and I couldn't hear it clearly. No, the rain was too loud, and I couldn't hear it clearly!

"Xiaoer... it seems... it seems..." Santie felt the shaking more obviously because of the weight of another person.

Before he could finish his words.

There was a violent shaking, and the ground shook.

Yan Yu's soul almost flew away!

She screamed: "Brother Santie, leave the cave quickly, squat down, no, run! Run!"

No wonder there is no bear in the cave!

Animals are the most alert, they must have sensed it before leaving the cave.

Crash!

Boom!

Yan Yu felt dizzy again, everything in her vision was shaking, rocks rolled down, accompanied by large chunks of soil breaking and falling.

The trees shook.

The rain continued.

The ground under her feet seemed to have a huge trampoline installed, shaking her to the ground.

She watched the cave entrance being blocked by rolling rocks and soil, accompanied by screams, and the voices were full of despair.

But she could do nothing.

Yan Yu clung to a large rock, watching the soil and rocks submerge the cave entrance little by little, and her heart grew cold little by little.

The shock disappeared.

It seemed like only a moment, but also like a long time had passed.

"Brother Santie! Brother Santie!" Yan Yu ran over in panic, and saw that Santie had taken off his cotton coat at some point, tore it into pieces, and covered his uncle's head. He shivered and hugged his uncle tightly, his eyes closed tightly, and he didn't even know that Yan Yu ran over.

"Brother Santie!" Yan Yu choked and murmured.

Two hot tears gushed out of his eyes.

A muffled groan came.

Yan Yu's tearful eyes shifted, and seeing some ups and downs under the torn cotton coat, his eyes suddenly widened.

"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, two clear streams of water on the gray face of the second child were particularly conspicuous.

"Don't... cry... Uncle... is here." Yan Huaiwen spoke with difficulty, and struggled to force a smile.

Yan Yu cried even harder!

She was not like her father, who cried loudly and shook the earth.

When she was really sad, she would burst into tears.

The two streams of water on her face washed more fiercely.

She wanted to speak, but it seemed that something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a word.

The more she wanted to speak, the more she coughed, and her breathing became difficult, and she wanted to vomit...

She could only beat her chest continuously.

She didn't control her strength well, and it hurt so much that she coughed again and again.

It was a vicious cycle.

The heartache in Yan Huaiwen's eyes was about to overflow.

The sorrow of a person was so extreme that he was speechless.

He raised his hand tremblingly, and every inch of it took a lot of effort.

The pale fingers wiped away the dirt on Yan Yu's face bit by bit.

And the hot tears that burned to the tip of her heart along her fingertips.

"Xiaoer...be good..."

Oh, I moved myself just by writing~

God, please give me an uncle, I also want my uncle to say to me: Xiao Zhaizhai, be good!

Oh, biting my fingers, want it, want it, want it! ! ! !

Well, it seems that I still have energy left, continue, another chapter~