He took a few steps closer, looked at the black qi raging everywhere under the dragon abyss, and suddenly lay down on the side, cautiously trying to reach out his hand, as if he wanted to touch something.

"Danger!"

Before Shen Fu's words fell, a cloud of black qi wrapped around Fang Ping's fingertips, and then crawled all over his entire hand, the black qi was like a knife, and his hands were drenched in blood in an instant.

"It really hurts. Fang Ping frowned, tears dripping instantly, "How much pain should you have had then, Dan Zhu ......"

Fang Ping looked down, slowly sat on the ground, and he suddenly beckoned to Zhen Zhu.

"Don't go over!" Yan Liu stopped her.

Zhen Zhu shook her head, "It's okay." ”

If he had tried to kill her, she would have died.

Zhen Zhu walked in front of Fang Ping and sat down as well.

Fang Ping took out a piece of something from his arms and handed it to Zhen Zhu, his tone was calm as if he was gossiping, "This is for you, if there is danger in the future, it may be able to save your life." ”

Zhen Zhu glanced at the feather-like thing back and forth a few times, and before she could thank her, she saw Fang Ping's body fall outwards suddenly, falling directly from the Dragon Abyss, and the raging black qi instantly devoured it!

The sudden change made Zhen Zhu subconsciously want to catch him, but there was nothing else except for the blood cut by the black gas. Yan Liu was startled, and hurriedly threw out the spirit whip to bring her back to her.

Zhen Zhu stared blankly at the blood in his hand, it was indeed very painful. But it hurt so much, he still resolutely fell down.

Wen Renying couldn't believe it, "He's like this...... Dead?"

The problem that Pan Huan had been in everyone's hearts for several days was actually resolved in this unexpected way, and the black qi in the dragon abyss was still surging and raging, and a round of red sun in the east also rose along the trajectory that had been passed countless times in the past.

It's dawn.

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"This—This doesn't work at all! The warm spring water sent by Chiyun has no effect, and the wound still hasn't healed for so many days!"

"I tried all seven kinds of hemostatic powders, and they also had little effect. ”

"Just remove the carrion. It was Jun Heng's voice, with a hint of imperceptible weakness.

Right now, this wound is still bleeding from time to time, and if you use the knife again, you won't be able to stop the bleeding!"

Shen Fu, who was squatting under the porch of the door, was holding Meng'a while unconsciously gnawing on his nails. Listening to the sound of speech coming from inside the room, his brow furrowed even deeper.

After the battle of 'Red Bird', almost everyone was injured to a greater or lesser extent, and the most seriously injured was Jun Heng. The whole back was burned by the fireworks, and the most important thing was that the wound was repeatedly ulcerated, and it was extremely difficult to heal, and even the bleeding could not be completely stopped.

When Zhen Zhu came over with the decoction, he saw Shen Fu with a worried face.

"Why are you sitting here?"

Shen Fu finally stopped gnawing his nails, a little depressed, "Qingyue thought I was always startled inside, so he kicked me out." ”

"Yo he, when did you even listen to Qing Yue's words. ”

Rubbing his face, Shen Fu sighed and didn't speak.

"Give. He handed the decoction to Shen Fu, "If you're really worried, go in and have a look." ”

Shen Fu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took the tray, "It's still your brain!" She was holding the medicine, Qingyue would not be able to drive her again.

"He was wounded because he saved you, and you were troubled because of him. It's really good that two people think about each other. Zhen Zhu smiled.

"But no matter how much I worry, I can't afford Jun Heng's sacrifice to save me. It's so powerful from the fireworks, how much it hurts to burn on the body......" Saying, Shen Fu sighed again, very distressed, "Actually, I'm quite afraid of owing favors, but I always seem to be owing favors." ”

Ning Wushu's favor hasn't been paid off yet, so he has to think about returning Jun Heng again.

"Owe favors?" Zhen Zhu thought for a moment and said with difficulty, "Do you think there is only 'owe favors' between the two of you?"

Shen Fu smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, there are others, and the money for the restaurant that usually drinks tea is also paid by Jun Heng...... Thinking about it this way, in addition to favors, I owe a lot of money, hehe. ”

“...... Let's go deliver the medicine. Zhen Zhu didn't want to say anything more.

"Yes, yes, I'll go!"

Looking at Shen Fu's back, she slapped her on the head, "Oh my God, this recognition is too touching......

Shen Fu successfully stationed under the guise of delivering medicine, but the bloody wound made her hand holding the medicine bowl tighten slightly, and guilt and worry suddenly wrapped around her heart like a vine, and perhaps mixed with some complex emotions next to her made her chest feel a little stuffy.

"Drink the medicine. ”

Jun Heng lay on the bed, looking at her sideways.

Seeing this, Yan Liu stepped forward to take the medicine bowl and feed Jun Heng to drink the medicine, but he only took half a step and was taken out by the very discerning Qingyue around his neck, "Let's go, let's see if Zhen Zhu is cooking." ”

Seeing that Shen Fu still didn't move, Jun Heng had to hint a little more obviously, "I can't move, I can't drink." ”

"Then I'll feed you?" Shen Fu said tentatively.

Jun Heng's face was calm, "Okay." ”

Willingly, Shen Fu moved a low stool to his bed, and then fed Jun Heng the medicine spoonful by spoonful.

"Does the wound hurt in particular?"

"It doesn't hurt. "It's a lot better than the fireworks burning on you.

"I'll go find Hu Dongxing later. Originally, Shen Fu had already left a mark where he often appeared, but after waiting for three days, Hu Dongxing did not come, and Jun Heng's injury could no longer wait.

"Good. Without asking how she would know the traces of the medical saint who came and went without a trace, Jun Heng just wanted to simply respond to everything she said at the moment.

A bowl of black decoction was tasted and drunk slowly, and Jun Heng probably had never experienced the taste of a bowl of medicine so carefully.

"If you bear with me, at most tomorrow this time, I will bring the medical saint to you. Shen Fu put away the medicine bowl tray and got up to leave.

"Shen Fu. Jun Heng stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

“...... It's nothing. Jun Heng originally wanted to ask her if she cared about Ning Wushu very much, was she in the same mood when she threw Meng'a out to protect Ning Wushu and when he didn't hesitate to block the fireworks for her?

But a second before he spoke, he was timid.

"Come back early. ”

Shen Fu smiled, "Okay." ”

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"Where the hell is this medical saint? We've been following the mark you said for three hours, and we haven't seen a single hair, is it a mistake?

Shen Fu plucked out his ears, "Believe it or not, I'll give you a sword?"

"Yo he!" Qing Yue also held his sword across his chest and lifted it down, "It's the same as who doesn't have a good sword!"

"Uh-huh, good sword, good sword. Shen Fu focused on finding the next mark, and said casually.

"Hey...... Hmm, why do you think you're scolding me!"

"Don't make a fuss. Shen Fu reached out and touched a tree stump, on which the pattern carved with a sharp object was obviously new. "Found it! ”

Qing Yue also hurriedly stepped up, and after he glanced around, he couldn't help touching his chin in contemplation, "Then how should we go next?"

As soon as Shen Fu looked up, he saw that there were three forks in the road not far in front of the stump, and this pattern resembling a small flower did not show them the direction at all.

"To go east, to go east, to go east. Just go this way!" Shen Fu pointed to the fork in the road on the far right.

"Is this—so sloppy? Are you serious? Hey, you're really leaving! Wait for me!"

Qing Yue looked at Shen Fu's back and hurriedly chased after him.