Finally, after an unknown amount of time, it was all over.

After feeding him the pill, Jinhuang couldn't support it anymore, and as soon as his eyes were dark, the whole person fell on the dry grass.

The sun and moon follow the cycle of heaven and night.

There was a shallow or deep moan/groan/sound in his ears, and the brocade woke up from the chaos.

In fact, her injuries were not light, she was hit by the wave of qi that dispersed in an instant of the explosion, not only the orderly flow of aura in her body was washed away, but the meridians were also traumatized. But her injury is nothing compared to Yun Hua's. What's more, time does not allow her to settle down and pranayama while healing Yun Hua's injuries.

Therefore, she only fed herself a few pills, and waited for the spiritual breath in her body to self-recuperate.

"Cold ...... It's so cold......" Yun Hua's breath became heavier and heavier, and the painful murmur gradually became urgent, Jin Huang hurriedly propped up his upper body and leaned over, his right hand touched his forehead, and the tentacles were unexpectedly hot and scorching.

He broke his leg bone, and it was inevitable that he would be hot. Fortunately, she picked some herbs before entering the cave, but then she fainted and didn't have time to fry into soup, and now she has to delay some work.

Jinhuang endured the discomfort and walked out of the cave, picked up bundles of firewood and came back, set up a casserole, lit it with a spiritual fire, and began to fry the medicine.

The red flames surged between the firewood, emitting a steady stream of heat that quickly dispersed the cold in the cave. With this pile of firewood, the humbling of the cloud is no longer heavy.

Jin Huang looked at his reflected orange face, and felt a little relieved.

Her gaze swept down, and landed on Yun Hua's unbearable robe, after such a long time, the dirty blood on it had already dried up, and the cloth and blood clots stuck to the wound, which was very tricky.

These wounds must be cleaned. At this moment, Yun Hua was extremely seriously injured, and his self-repair power was significantly reduced, so he could only rely on external assistance.

Jin Huang twisted up the rag and quickly tore it off while injecting a breath of aura in the hope of relieving his pain, but in the end, it had little effect. Every time she tore off a piece, Yun Hua let out a painful snort, and each muffled snort was like a sharp blade slashing through her heart.

I don't know how long it took, Yun Hua's magic robe was finally stripped clean, and Jin Huang breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly found that her back was sweating unconsciously.

She cast several purification spells in a row to wash away the dirt from those wounds, and then took out the pill made of high-grade spirit grass from the storage bracelet, held it in the palm of her hand, crushed it into powder with spiritual power, and applied it to Yun Hua's wound little by little. When the powder gets on the wound, it quickly melts into the texture and becomes invisible.

After this was done, the casserole pot on the firewood fire also began to gurgle and lift the lid of the pot, and the smell of medicine was heavy. Jin Huang walked over, poured the soup into the bowl, and then helped Yun Hua to lean on him, carefully feeding the soup into his mouth.

For several days, Yun Hua was lying on the dry grass pile unconsciously, and the matter of changing and feeding the medicine was also done by Jinhuang himself, and he did not slack off three times a day. Fortunately, in this heart, except for the high fever he had in the first night, there was no abnormality, and Yun Hua's body and inside were gradually recovering.

This situation is undoubtedly a relief agent, which comforts Jinhuang and at the same time lets go of some guilt and worry, and also allows her to have free time to settle into self-pana.

Finally, on the fifth day, she returned from collecting wounded grass from outside, and when she stepped into the cave, she saw Yunhua, who had been unconscious for many days, supporting her upper body as if she was about to sit up.

"Don't move!" Seeing this, Jinhuang hurriedly stopped him, walked over quickly and pressed him back into the grass, and said in a disapproving tone: "Your leg is injured, don't move." ”

Yun Hua naturally noticed that his leg was injured, but his attention was inexplicably turned to other places. He found that the wounds on his body had been treated cleanly and properly, and that the clothes on his body had been replaced by ordinary men's clothes, instead of the previous one.

He pursed his chapped lips, his ears sunk in the grass and quietly turned red, his eyes wandered, and he secretly looked at Jinhuang when he wanted to see but didn't dare to look.

Jin Huang was checking the wound on his leg so that the bones would not be displaced when he moved, and she was aware of Yun Hua's evasive gaze. She looked up in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Yun Hua still cares about the pain and itching of the wound, but he feels like a cat's paw on his heart and gently scratching on it, which makes people's minds lively and uncomfortable.

"Huh?" Seeing that his face was apprehensive, as if there was something unspeakable, Jinhuang's heart instantly hung up, and he asked worriedly: "Is it uncomfortable?" After that, he wanted to inject spiritual energy into the wound to relieve his pain.

Seeing her movements, Yun Hua hurriedly opened his mouth and said, "No, it's not ......" After a few breaths, he seemed to have made up his mind and asked softly: "I, the clothes on my body are ...... you changed for me?"

Hearing this, and then looking at his dodging and shy expression, Jinhuang still didn't understand what he was thinking, so he bent the corners of his lips and said, "It's just the two of us here, if it weren't for me, who else would it be?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that his whole face was quickly dyed crimson, and his eyes became more and more fluttering, and it was really pure white and tight.

Jinhuang didn't seem to be enough, the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper, and he continued: "You are now seen by me, according to the worldly etiquette, you have to make a promise to ......."

At this moment, not to mention the whole face, Yun Hua's whole person is going to explode, a heart is pounding in his chest and drumming wildly, and the sound is so loud that he almost feels that he can be heard by Jinhuang. After a few sips, he finally turned his mind around, and heard the ridicule in Jinhuang's words, and he didn't know whether he was annoyed or angry or unwilling to be teased by her like this, Yun Hua blurted out without thinking about it, and said "Okay".

When this sentence fell, not only Yunhua, but also Jinhuang were stunned.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and then averted their gaze with the next one.

Jinhuang's heart was like a deer crashing, his cheeks were crimson, and he only felt that the air around him suddenly became hot and stuffy, and people couldn't help but want to find a place to hide. Ping Suri's calm mind turned into a mess in an instant, and she whispered, "You, it's time for you to change the dressing, I'll go prepare the wound medicine", and hurriedly ducked to the side, burying her head in pounding the wounded grass that had just been picked up into grass mud.

Jinhuang is already like this, and the more shallow-skinned Yunhua is eager to burrow himself into the dry grass. He blushed and turned his head, and after a while, he heard a series of hurried sounds of "aggressive" pounding medicine, and couldn't help but quietly turn his head and secretly look at the other party's expression with his eyes. Seeing that Jinhuang's face was pink and his posture was shy, his heart was suddenly as sweet as a child's mellow sugar sticky.