Junqiao followed closely, she made it also a light and thin long sword, although it was not as good as the frost in Nanyang's hand, it was also a rare sword in the world, and she was quick to make decisions. Nan Yang entangled Mo Shi's right hand, and Jun Qiao raised his sword very tacitly to scrape Mo Shi's back.

Mo Shi was very keen to dodge sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, but the sharp blade still cut a large hole in the soft hedgehog armor behind him, and thin blood marks were faintly visible. Mo Shi shouted, looked at Nan Yang, grabbed the blade of the frost with his bare hands, restrained Nan Yang, and didn't care about the blood in his right hand, he held a mace in his left hand, and turned to the side of Junqiao.

Jun Qiao only accepted the trick, and only had time to turn back, but before she turned around, the mace instantly arrived in front of her eyes, and she wanted to raise her sword to resist, but she was still a beat slower.

Junqiao's heart was horizontal, and he closed his eyes fiercely. Come on, it's a big deal to be disfigured, I'm still afraid that the young valley master of the Flower Valley will not succeed!

The tip of the mace touched her delicate side face, and was stopped by a domineering force.

Junqiao didn't feel the pain that came as expected, and opened his eyes to look at the past.

It's Nanyang. Nan Yang's left hand held the spiked body of the mace with his bare hands.

Those tea-like light-colored eyes were covered with frost, and just looking at them made people shudder. Nanyang held Luoshuang in her right hand, Luoshuang was pincerized in Mo Shi's hand, she couldn't give up the sword, so she caught the mace swinging towards Junqiao with her left hand in a hurry.

The sharp mace stabbed Nanyang's left hand to blood, Nanyang's left wrist was still wrapped in gauze, this effort, and twisted vigorously, the old wounds under the gauze were also cracked, dyed red with snow-white gauze, and the blood of the new and old wounds all flowed down Hao's wrist, dyeing the demonic vermilion on the white clothes.

"You're too slow to react." Nanyang opened his mouth lightly and glanced at Junqiao.

Junqiao immediately came back to his senses, Mo Shi was now restrained by Nan Yang with both hands, and it was an excellent time.

Mo Shi roared, and his right hand released the blade of the falling frost, wanting to turn around and attack Junqiao. But Nan Yang obviously didn't give him this time, and with a fierce wave of Falling Frost, Mo Shi's entire right hand was cut off by Falling Frost, and he flew out!

"Ah!!!h Mo Shi roared wildly with red eyes.

Junqiao stabbed Mo Shi in the chest with a sword, blood spurted out and splashed her all over, and another flying leg kicked Mo Shi out of the body five or six meters away, and then stepped forward to make up dozens of swords, until Mo Shi was as motionless as a dead pig.

Junqiao turned around and said anxiously: "Nanyang! Your hands ......"

Nan Yang neatly put away his sword, flicked his sleeve casually, and hid his bloodied left hand under the wide sleeve, and the long coat actually covered the wound tightly. Plain said: "Skin trauma, no need to worry." ”

Over there, Yu Xiu and the other disciples had also finished all the remnants of the Burning Sky Flame Banner and rushed to this side.

"You solved it quickly, did you hurt there?" Yu Xiu looked at Nanyang.

Junqiao was guilty and wanted to answer, but Nan Yang replied first: "It's just a mess, it can't hurt us." ”

Yu Xiu nodded: "That's good." I'll continue to search for other places, and you and the young valley lord will go back first. ”

"Hmm." Nan Yang should get down, put his sword into the sheath, and turned around and left with his usual even stroll. Junqiao pursed his lips tightly and followed her back to her residence.

Looking at the calm and calm woman in front of her, her slender body swayed in a white dress like a fairy, and her long black hair swayed slightly like flowing water. Thinking of her cool eyes like tea, Junqiao felt quite uncomfortable.

Nan Yang Jing went back to the house, closed the door, and didn't say a word to Junqiao.

Nan Yang lit a dusk candlestick and sat silently at the table, where there were clean gauze, gold sore ointment and other medical sundries.

She looked at her bloody left hand, sighed slightly, and took off the gauze that had been completely dyed red one by one.

The wound that was splashed by the molten slurry of the forged sword was already healing very slowly because it was poisoned by the ore. Now that the scab had finally formed, the fight had cracked again.

Nan Yang hung his injured hand to the side, picked up a jar of wine in his right hand, narrowed his eyes, and poured it on the wound.

"Hiss......" Nan Yang snorted in pain, his left hand couldn't help trembling, and a green tendon bulged out of his neck.

Junqiao went back to the room to change into clean clothes, and did not rest, came to the door of Nanyang's house, and knocked on the door hesitantly.

"Lord Nanyang, are you there?"

Nan Yang's left hand still had undried liquor downward, she kept squinting in pain, raised her eyes to look at the door, coughed lightly, removed the tremor in her voice, and said, "Please come in." ”

Junqiao pushed the door in, and when he saw Nan Yang's description, he frowned slightly: "Is it Yan zhòng who is injured?" …… It's all because I'm not good at martial arts, and I've tired you. ”

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your reaction is a little lacking." Nan Yang bowed his head and dried his wrists.

"You hurt your hand, how can you take the medicine yourself? I'm here to help you. ”

"Thanks for the care, I'll just come by myself." Nan Yang's tone was still light.

Junqiao was no longer polite to her, and directly took the ointment, holding Nanyang's left hand with his other hand.

The cold touch spread infinitely in the warm palm of his hand. How can someone's hands be so cold? It's really from that far north, it's not as good as the four seasons of the Valley of Troubled Flowers, and even the body temperature is so much lower than ordinary people.

Nan Yang was very uncomfortable with the warmth that suddenly wrapped around his hand, and the temperature seemed to burn him. She had never been used to any physical contact with others, so she struggled slightly.

Junqiao pinched Nanyang's disobedient hand and said, "What are you hiding?" Anyway, we've been together for so many days, and you still hate me? Didn't you just help me block that mace? ”

When Nanyang heard this, he had no choice but to stop resisting and let Junqiao toss.

Junqiao first took the poison-removing potion and sprinkled it evenly on the wounds on his wrists and palms. As soon as the detoxifying potion was poured on it, it immediately made a sound as if it was about to corrode the flesh.

A sharp pain came from the wrist. Nan Yang knew that the potion was very effective, but he still couldn't stand it, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes narrowed in pain.

Jun Qiao looked at Nan Yang's appearance and chuckled: "The dignified lord of the northern punishment is also afraid of pain." As he spoke, Junqiao took out another thing from his cuff and shook it in front of Nanyang's eyes.

It was a wooden mecha mouse, small and delicate, and the head was even more delicately carved and lifelike. Junqiao put the mouse on the table and said, "You can touch it with your hand and take a look." ”

Nan Yang raised his right hand, and his fingers gently poked the small head of the mecha mouse, and the wooden mouse immediately came to life, moving around like a real mouse, looking very flustered, and scurrying around on the table without a head.

"Touch its head." Junqiao reminded with a smile while taking the medicine.

Nan Yang touched the head of the wooden mouse by the way, and the mouse suddenly quieted down, stayed at Nan Yang's fingertips, arched his upper body and half stood up, and the two small claws in front of him hugged Nan Yang's fingertips at once, and the delicately carved little mouth gently gnawed on it.

It doesn't hurt at all, it's a little itchy.

Nan Yang looked at the wooden mouse intently, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile a little. As soon as her fingers moved, the wooden mouse moved with her, and it was so interesting that she gradually became fascinated.

"Alright, it's good medicine." Jun Qiao suddenly said.

Nanyang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his wrist. Several layers of thick ointment were neatly and rigorously applied, and one order was not bad, and not a single small wound was fallen.

Junqiao picked up the gauze and wrapped Nanyang's hand, round and round, and the movements in his hands were extremely gentle and careful. The dim candlelight reflected on the side of her face, which became more and more picturesque, gentle and bright.

"What the hell is this? What is it for? Nan Yang asked, pointing to the wooden mouse.

Junqiao raised his eyes to look at Nanyang, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's just an ordinary toy, coaxing children to play." If you like it, I'll give it to you. ”

Nan Yang suddenly felt that his face could not be hung up, and his ears began to redden.

"Will the high lord be shy? …… Don't worry, I don't sue others. Junqiao smiled softly, and his tone was soft, like a cool evening breeze flowing from the window on a dry summer night, which made people feel very comfortable.

Nan Yang turned his head away and looked out the window.

A snow-white dove perched on the lattice of the window, tilting its head to look at her.

Nan Yang's heart jumped, this is the pigeon punished by the north. She raised her hand, and the dove fluttered and landed on her hand, with a letter tied to its paws.

Nanyang took down the creed in confusion. Why did a pigeon come all of a sudden? Is something happening in the North Punishment?

The note was unfolded, and only a few simple words were written:

Light Huan was seriously injured, and his life hung by a thread.

Nan Yang's eyes widened suddenly, a little incredulous, and he squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully a few times. But just those few words, like iron, hit the slip of paper.

Then her hand holding the note began to tremble slightly, her breath was a few beats, and her eyebrows tightened.

"What's the matter?" Junqiao had already bandaged her, and asked curiously as he cleaned up the table.

Nan Yang's voice suddenly turned cold to the valley: "I want to go back to the north in advance, you and my senior brother have a word." ”

After speaking, Nan Yang stood up straight and jumped out of the window, so fast that Junqiao didn't even react.

That's it...... Gone so hastily?

Feed...... I didn't take any money or clothes, .......