"You?" Han Xuanhao looked at the young man who had gone and returned, and there was an unknown snickering joy in his heart: "Why are you back!" Han Xuanhao let his face look like he didn't care a little, he seemed to be the bewitching self again, but some things were different.

Yan Wuxin didn't answer, but took the herb in his hand and put it in front of Han Xuanhao.

Han Xuanhao looked at these herbs for healing injuries with some surprise, looking at this young man's figure who seemed to be very thin and very noble, he still knew these herbs, at this moment Han Xuanhao was a little curious about the identity of this young man, and many times curiosity is the beginning of feelings.

Han Xuanhao didn't expect this indifferent and weird teenager to apply medicine to himself, he used to hate people touching him extremely much, but now thinking that if this young man would apply medicine to himself, Han Xuanhao had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Crushed the herbs and applied them to his wounds, and the wounds on his back were not severe, and he was not good at applying medicine himself, so he could take some medicine when he got out of here, he didn't expect this young man to be kind enough to help him with medicine.

Han Xuanhao, who had applied the medicine, looked at the young man sitting by the fire, even if the fire was printed on the young man's face, it couldn't drive away the cold breath around the young man's body, and what surprised Han Xuanhao was that the young man's wound was still bleeding, why did he pick herbs but not give himself medicine? This young man looks so smart how to do such a stupid thing han xuanhao looked at the remaining herbs and forgot his character of never caring about idle things.

"And herbs, you can apply them!" Han Xuanhao said to the young man who was sitting there motionless, he didn't know that there was worry in the depths of his expression, and the evil smile that hung on the corner of his mouth all the time was also very far-fetched.

Yan Wuxin slowly glanced at Han Xuanhao, but he didn't have a background and didn't go to get the herbs, these wounds didn't care at all, more importantly, she needed pain to make herself feel alive, this pain made her sweat quickly, and made her feel sickly happy, because she was still alive, it was really the biggest joke.

The wounds on Yin Wuxin's body are actually not strict, they are all injuries suffered by the previous body when he was afraid of running and falling along the way, but they look very terrifying, because there is constantly blood seeping through the yellow brocade robe dripping.

Han Xuanhao looked at the young man who couldn't hear, see, or feel the pain, and felt helpless for a while, and picked up the herb and prepared to rub it to the young man's side, why rub it? Because his internal injuries have not yet recovered, it is difficult to stand up, which still takes a few hours to cushion.

But before Han Xuanhao could get close to the boy, the boy suddenly got up and left the fire and sat in the distance of Han Xuanhao, without even giving Han Xuanhao a look, it was a kind of contempt and a kind of ignorance, as if nothing in this world could be let her see in her eyes.

"Your injury..."Han Xuanhao confessed, since it is not easy for someone to provoke his own interest and let himself have a relationship, and this young man is still a child, he is so much older than him, he should care about this little brother a little.

But before Han Xuanhao could finish speaking, the young man sitting there said coldly, "What's your name?" Who is it? ”

Yan Wuxin didn't ask out of boredom, but because since it was a cooperative relationship, of course she needed to know who this man was, so that she could find someone to travel to their cooperation in the future, and other things were not in her consideration.

"Han Xuanhao!" Han Xuanhao muttered, his voice had a charm of its own, just like his people, "The killer of the Cold Star Pavilion!" He was telling the truth, but he didn't say that the Cold Star Pavilion was also his, he was the lord of the Cold Star Pavilion, not because he didn't trust it, but because he saw it, the young man was not interested in knowing it at all.

Yan Wuxin didn't have many memories in his mind, and it was very messy, and for a while, he vaguely knew that the Cold Star Pavilion was very powerful, but this time was not the time to think about these things, just with this man's martial arts, he knew that this Cold Star Pavilion should not be underestimated.

"You're already alive!" Yan Wuxin said, she waited here for so long to make sure that this man could live, if she saved this man but let him die in the mouth of the beast because she left early, it would be a loss, and she never liked to do loss-making business.

Han Xuanhao looked at the young man who got up and was about to leave, and also understood, because he lived, the agreement between them had begun, and there was no need for him to stay here.

"Who are you? How did I find you? Han Xuanhao's mouth was about to turn his head and asked, even he himself wanted to give himself a fist, why was he so strange today? Isn't he in a hurry to cooperate?

The footsteps of the heartless did not stop, the slow steps seemed to be stepping on the clouds, and the whole person was like a fairy in the world, as if he would feather and ascend to the immortal in an instant, and fly away! The voice is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, crisp with the unique warmth of jade, "You don't need to know who I am, if there is a need, I will find you to fulfill the three conditions!" ”