In a groggy state, Shang Ke felt a burning pain in his back, as if someone was applying something to his wounds. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Mutu's breath was beside him, and a large hand gently stroked his head.

The action of applying the medicine stopped, and then an old voice was heard say, "I have already helped him with the medicine, and the next thing is up to him." ”

Shang Ke recognized the person who spoke as Qiao Huo, the witch doctor of the Lion Clan, but his words sounded a bit resigned to fate. He knew very well that his injuries, although they were serious, they were basically external injuries, as long as he recuperated with medicine and was careful not to be infected, with the physical fitness of the orcs, there was no problem in healing.

"Qiaohuo, be sure to cure him!" Mutu commanded in a tough tone.

Qiao Huo said coldly: "Patriarch, I am just a little witch doctor, and I don't have the strength to resist the god of fate. ”

Mutu didn't speak, but Shang Ke could feel his anger.

The pain in his back became more and more painful, and Shang Ke couldn't hold on and fell into a coma again.

In the next few days, Shang Ke woke up a few more times, but the time became shorter and shorter, and the injury became more and more serious, and it seemed that it had begun to fester.

Shang Ke only realized at this time that there might be something wrong with the medicine that the witch doctor gave him. He had seen him treat other orcs, although his medical skills were not high, but he was still quite experienced in preparing trauma medicine, and there was no reason why the more he treated, the more serious it became.

When it was time to change the dressing again, Shang Ke wanted to stop him, but he was exhausted, his brain was drowsy, and he couldn't speak, so he could only let the witch doctor smear him. There was a sharp pain from the wound on his back, and the skin and flesh seemed to have been scraped off, and Shang Ke couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Yanu, does it hurt?" Mutu's anxious voice rang in his ears.

Shang Ke tried to raise his sour eyes, and could only see a blurry face. His ears were ringing, and the sound of Mutu being angry at the witch doctor was like a bell drum striking his brain, blurring his consciousness even more.

No, he had to find a way to tell Mutu that there was something wrong with the medicine. He has completed the main quest, how can he be willing to die in other people's calculations!

After a while, he was the only one left in the room. He pulled himself together and moved his fingers to the edge of the stone bed with difficulty, groping for sharp parts, then rubbing his fingers back and forth at sharp places, rubbing them for a while, resting for a while, and continuing until the wound was bruised and blood flowed out.

This process took him more than half an hour.

Shang Ke raised his bloody fingers and trembled to draw the shape of a medicinal herb on the stone bed, with a few simple strokes, using almost all his strength.

As soon as he finished drawing, Mutu came out of the house.

Shang Ke was pleasantly surprised: Mutu, look down!

However, Mutu did not hear his cries, only saw his bleeding fingers, and then sat on the stone bed, rubbing the blood that had not yet dried into a blur.

Shang Ke couldn't help but shed tears, and the results of more than half an hour fell short. This is probably his last hope, and if he doesn't change the medicine, he may not survive tomorrow.

"Patriarch, we're leaving." Outside, the shouts of the orcs were heard.

Mutu painlessly wiped the tears from Shang Ke's eyes, his brows furrowed deeply, his eyes full of worry and irritability.

It wasn't until there was another urging outside that Mutu let go of the hand that had stopped the bleeding again, bowed his head and kissed his face, and whispered, "Wait until I come back." Then he slowly stood up, walked out with heavy steps, and turned back step by step.

He didn't want to leave, but he had to. Half of the food they stored was burned by the pheasants, and they had to replenish it as soon as possible, otherwise they would starve to death this cold season.

Shang Ke on the bed, feeling that Mutu's breath was gradually moving away, he issued a silent plea in his heart: Mutu, don't go, don't go......

Mutu paused for a moment, and looked back at Shang Ke again, feeling a strong uneasiness rising in his heart, and always feeling that he would never see his fox again after this walk.

However, the responsibility of being the lion king made him finally walk out of Shang Ke's room and work with the other warriors for the survival of the whole clan.

Shang Ke closed his eyes weakly, and the last shred of hope was completely shattered with Mutu's departure......

Mutu led the warriors of the tribe to search for traces of prey. But when the cold season came, most of the animals had already taken refuge in their nests, and for the whole morning they had only harvested one wild boar, three hares, and a handful of nuts.

"Huh? Patriarch, are you injured? While resting, an orc suddenly asked.

"What?" Mutu looked at him for no apparent reason.

The orc pointed to his pants and said, "There is blood on your pants." ”

Mutu pulled his pants over, and sure enough, he saw a blood stain on the back of his right leg.

He didn't care, and said casually: "Maybe I accidentally rubbed it somewhere, I'm not injured." ”

was about to let go, when suddenly his heart moved, and he dragged it over to take a look. The shape of this bloodstain is somewhat strange, and it does not look like it was formed naturally.

Mutu thought about it, and simply cut off the piece of cloth with a knife and brought it to his eyes to examine it carefully.

When the other orcs saw this, they all looked embarrassed: should they cut off the entire piece of fabric because it was stained with a little blood......

The blood stains on the cloth of Mutuma, although the lines are blurred, can still be seen in the general shape, which is supposed to be the leaves of a plant. He suddenly remembered the fox's bleeding fingers and the marks on the edge of the stone bed, he didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it may not be ordinary bloodstains, but the information that the fox specially left for him? In this way, the wound on the fox's finger may have been broken by himself, just to draw this pattern.

Thinking of this, Mutu's face became extremely ugly. The fox could not speak, and could only communicate with him in this way, even at the expense of injuring himself, but he did not notice it at all.

The fox was in tears, not because of the pain of the wound, but because of his negligence.

Mu Tu stood up suddenly, and said loudly: "I'll go back to the tribe first, you continue to hunt!" ”

After saying this, he quickly ran in the direction of the tribe, speeding all the way without stopping.

"Hey, it was the patriarch who ran over just now?" An orc looked at the back of the distant one.

"Seemingly, why did he come back early?"

"Maybe it's a big pack of prey and come back to gather men."

The orcs talked as they repaired the broken houses.

Mutu rushed into Shang Ke's room, walked quickly to his bedside, and whispered, "Fox, I'm back, what do you want to tell me?" ”

The blood stain on the side of the stone bed was already a mess, and the pattern was not as clear as the pattern rubbed against the cloth. But even then, Mutu could not understand the implications.

Shang Ke's eyelashes fluttered a few times, but he couldn't open his eyes.

Mutu gently shook his hand and asked again, "What do you want to tell me, Yanu?" ”

Shang Ke no longer had the strength to respond, and his life was draining away quickly.

Mutu felt the coldness of his body, and a great panic rose in his heart. He unfolded the piece of fabric again, carefully identifying the pattern on it.

First of all, it can be determined that this is a leaf, but why did he draw a leaf, and is this leaf of any use?

Out of the corner of his eye, Mutu suddenly caught a glimpse of the green juice smeared on Shang Ke's back, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: Medicinal herbs! The fox drew him a kind of herb!

He remembered that when he was injured, the fox used to treat him personally, and he recovered quickly at that time, and thought that he was not seriously injured, but now that he thinks about it, it is very likely that the wound medicine that the fox prepared for him has a good effect.

Compared with the kind of herb in my memory, it is indeed very similar to the leaves on the cloth. The fox wants him to help him change his dressing!

The witch doctor has been treating for so long, and his injuries have not diminished, which shows that the wound medicine he used is very problematic, and he has not noticed the abnormality until now, so that Shang Ke's treatment has been delayed. Mutu finally understood what Shang Ke meant, but he was already in danger at this point.

He secretly hated his stupidity as he rushed out murderously.

Instead of going to the trouble of the witch doctor, he went to find the herb.

You'll be fine, fox!

Shang Ke felt that his consciousness was floating and heaving, and he didn't know where he was.

At this time, a voice with a smile suddenly came from his ears: [Shoumo, you are my double cultivation partner, don't be lazy, how can you always lose to your junior brother? 】

[It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just be happy. 】

[It doesn't matter if you win or lose, but I don't want you to get hurt.] If I find someone leaving even a scar on you, I'll scrape off a layer of that person's skin. 】

[You are too cruel, what about the good things to change and turn to the right? 】

[I'm already very upright, since I met you, I have never hurt anyone's life, so don't give me a chance to break my vows, let me continue to be a well-dressed and upright gentleman. 】

[Hahaha, you are embarrassed to say that you are a 'righteous gentleman', and you are also 'well-dressed', I think 'well-dressed beasts' is more appropriate, hahaha......]

[Don't laugh, you can remember, you are not allowed to get hurt!] 】

[Alright, alright......]

The voice gradually blurred, but Shang Ke's consciousness gradually became clear.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw first the animal skin blanket beside his face, and then a disheveled golden hair.

Mutu was leaning back against the bed, his head bowed, and he was snoring happily.

He didn't even die? Shang Ke's heart was both unexpected and happy. It seems that Mutu finally recognized the herb and did not let him be cured alive by the witch doctor.

There was a chill in the back, and there was less burning pain before, and Shang Ke was relaxed at this time. This kind of injury may be a kind of torture for others, but for him, who has long been accustomed to the pain, as long as the pain is slightly relieved, it is a great happiness.

Mutu sensed the movement around him, opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Shang Ke wake up, he exclaimed in surprise: "You are awake!" ”

Immediately found that the voice seemed too loud, so he immediately lowered his throat and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?" Is there anything wrong with it? I have prepared a basin of fine sand for you, and if you want to say anything, draw it in the sand table. ”

Shang Ke shook his head slightly, and bent his eyes at him, revealing a smile that seemed to be a new life, and his eyes were shining with crystalline brilliance.

Mu Tu felt a pang in his heart inexplicably, picked up a bundle of long hair, put it to his lips, and kissed it gently and reverently.

[Additional Mission 1 - Make sure that none of the Leons die of hunger this cold season.] 】