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Tang Zhangwei didn't want to turn his face with Tang Xizong for the sake of Alexander, the patriarch of Nestorian Christianity, so Li Daitao's method became the final solution.

Before sentencing the Nestorian Patriarch Alexander to be burned at the stake, the head of the Holy Cross Inquisition also probed Tang Zhangwei, but he did not say that he would release the Nestorian Patriarch Alexander, nor did he say that he would not release the Nestorian Patriarch Alexander.

In short, everyone felt very conflicted. In this Chang'an City, General Tang Zhangwei is the most powerful person, but he is still very polite to the clergy of the Holy Cross Sect.

As long as these priests of the Holy Cross Sect come to the door, everyone eats and drinks well, and when they go out, Tang Zhangwei's financial manager Fei Xuechun will also send someone to wrap a big red envelope.

Comparatively speaking, the Nestorian Patriarch Alexander had a hard time.

This guy was tortured many times, and at Tang Xizong's strong request, he received a lot of boards.

Because Jin Wuwei's general Li Maozhen personally supervised the punishment next to him, it was not fun to do anything.

These boards were all really hit on the butt of the Patriarch of the Nestorian religion, Alexander, and his ass was swollen as a result, so he went to see if Sonoran woke up, but found that his summer clothes were all soaked in blood. Then he noticed that the water had boiled and overflowed, extinguishing the fire. He couldn't decide what to do first____ to make tea or take care of his brother first____ he kept looking back and forth at the tent and at the fire, and at last he grabbed a cup of water and scooped some water, and his hand was burned, and he threw the willow bark into the cup and added some sticks of wood to the fire, hoping that they would be ignited. He searched through Sonoran's back frame, and in frustration he poured out all the contents and picked out his brother's summer clothes so that he could replace the blood-stained clothes on him.

As he entered the tent, his brother let out a moan, the first time Jodara had heard since his brother was injured. He hurried out and poured a bowl of tea, and he noticed that the tea was almost dry, and worried that it might be too strong. He hurried back to the tent with the hot liquid, scrambling to find a place to put the cup down, when he noticed that more blood was oozing from under Sonoran's body, dripping in a large puddle and soaking through the sleeping pad.

He lost so much blood! Oh, Mother! He needed a healer. What should I do? He was even more anxious and fearful for his brother. He felt isolated. I need to find someone to help, where can I find it? Where can I find a healer? I can't even cross the Sisters, and I can't leave him. Wolves or hyenas will smell blood and stalk them.

O Great Mother! Look at the blood on your coat! Some animals will smell it. Jodara grabbed the blood-soaked coat and threw it out of the tent. No, it's not good! He rushed out of the tent again, picked up his coat, and frantically searched for a place to throw it, far from the tent and his brother.

He was stunned, and deep down, he began to feel hopeless. His brother needed help, but he couldn't do it, and he couldn't leave to find it. Even if he knew where to go for help, he couldn't leave. Clearly, with a flesh-and-blood wound, Sonoran himself was more likely to attract predators than blood-stained clothing. But deep down he didn't want to face this reality. He lost his mind and fell into a panic.

He glanced at the birch forest, and then, driven by a wave of absurd thoughts, ran up the hill to hang the bloody garment high on the branches. Then he ran back and stared at Sonoran, smiling at him, as if he could make his brother speak and recover by will.

Sonoran seemed to really feel Jodala's begging, and called out again, tilted his head, and opened his eyes, and Jodara knelt down close to him, and found that his eyes were full of pain, but he tried to hide them with a weak smile.

You're right, brother. Usually you're always right. We didn't get rid of that rhinoceros. "I'd rather be wrong, Sonoran. What do you think?

Do you want to tell the truth? I'm hurt, but how serious is it?" He asked, trying to sit up, pain distorting the barely pretending smile on his face.

Don't move. I'll make you some willow bark tea. Jodara held his brother's head close to his mouth, and Sonoran took a few sips before lying down, his pained eyes flashing with fear.

Tell me the truth, Jodala, is it bad?" The tall Jodara closed her eyes, took a long breath and said, "It's not good.

I don't think so, how bad do you think?" Sonoran's gaze fell on Giodala's hand, and then her eyes widened in surprise. "Your hands are full of blood! Is that my blood? You'd better tell me the truth

I don't know very well. Your groin is torn and bleeding a lot. The rhinoceros must have shook you with its horns and stepped on you, and your ribs seemed to be broken. I don't know about the rest, I'm not a healer.

But I need one, and the only way to find help is to cross the river we can't cross.

This is indeed the case.

Help me up, Jodara. I want to see how bad it really is. Jodala was at first tempted to object, but he complied, but he immediately regretted it. Sono

As soon as Lan Gang tried to sit up, he immediately fainted again due to the severe pain.

Sonoran!" Jodala shouted. The blood flow had slowed down, but the force was speeding up again. Jodara folded up his brother's summer clothes, placed them on the wound, and left the tent. The fire was almost extinguished. Jodara was more careful to add fuel to the fire, so that it was lit again, and some water was added to heat it, and a lot of wood was chopped for later use.

He went back to check on his brother. Sonoran's summer dress was soaked in blood. He removed his clothes to examine the wound, and he remembered with regret how he had run up the hill and thrown away the summer dress. His initial panic was gone, and in retrospect it was so stupid. The blood flow has stopped. He found another piece of clothing, a robe worn in winter, placed it on the wound and covered Sonoran, then picked up the second bloody garment and walked to the river. He threw it into the river, then bent down to wash his hands, still feeling a little ridiculous about his panic.

He didn't understand that panic was an instinct to survive in extreme circumstances. Panic prevails when all efforts fail and all sane solutions fail. Sometimes an irrational act can have an effect that the intellect cannot.

He walked back, added a few sticks of wood to the fire, and went to look for the birch poles, though it seemed no longer necessary to make pike. He just felt like he was useless and had to find something to do.

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