Zhen Xi and Xiao Ying were now walking under the scorching sun, and their clothes were already soaked with sweat, but they didn't move.

After the screening of the hunting game, the sixteen children from the beginning became the two of them.

Although they are alive, it is like hell, there is high-intensity training waiting for them every day, they dare not slack off, and they can't!

Their master, the Lord of the Cloud Pavilion, can be called the most cruel and cold-blooded master in the world! He never smiled, and he didn't care if their weak bodies could withstand such intense training, every day.

The horse was stuck until the afternoon, Zhen Xi couldn't bear it anymore and fell down, no matter what, even if the sky fell, she would have to lie down for a while.

"At your age, you have missed the best time to practice martial arts, what reason do you have not to work hard?"

Reality often doesn't go as you want, Yun Shi ruthlessly waved down the whip, and once again whipped it on Zhen Xi's back, once again the skin opened the flesh, the old wounds added new wounds, there were already several whip wounds on the back, and every time after being punished, it was just a matter of hastily rubbing some ointment at night, the medicine was not a superior medicine, and the healing was not so fast.

Zhen Xi felt that his life was worse than death, Xiao Ying on the side looked at Zhen Xi who was punished, he wanted to help, but he didn't dare, no one dared to question them here, let alone fight against them.

The whip came down to sober her up a lot, and she struggled to get up and continued to walk. Sweat ran down his back, dripping through the wound, and the pain was heartbreaking, but even so, he still didn't even have the qualifications to speak.

These physical and psychological devastation made Zhen Xi doubt life for a while, why should he live if he lived so hard?

Perhaps, because she is unwilling, how can she be willing? I finally have a second life, how can I give up so easily? As long as there is a trace of consciousness, she will work hard and live strongly.

The day's training finally ended at dusk, Zhen Xi returned to his bedroom with his tired body, took out the ointment received by the Crescent Pavilion Pharmacy and lay on the bed, unloaded his clothes, and wiped it hard and carefully.

Here, not to mention the high-intensity training every day, there is no one to help rub the medicine when you are injured, which is really sad.

The wooden window was blown by the summer night wind, making a "squeak", and a shadow passed by the window, so fast that it was impossible to tell whether it was a person or a ghost.

When this shadow settled beside the bed, Zhen Xi was still unaware, but she didn't know that the owner of the building was standing behind her, looking at her fixedly.

He just wanted to see how this person with a special identity had learned.

But I didn't want to see the appearance of this petite but not weak person on the bed rubbing the ointment with difficulty, and the scars of the old and new on the back, and the cold heart, as if it had been struck by something, cracked a crack.

He took Zhen Xi's clothes at the end of the bed and wrapped her, and carried Zhen Xi out of the window, and Zhen Xi realized that there was someone in his room at this time! By the time she could react, she had already been carried out of the room.

Zhen Xi struggled a few times but to no avail, she had to give up the struggle, this person did not kill her, at least for the time being, it is safe.

It's just that she was carried from his waist by him, with her head down, and she couldn't see who was carrying her.

Zhen Xi grabbed this person's clothes, and in the moonlight, she could vaguely see the patterns and colors of the clothes, and there was a sense of familiarity, and she was suddenly shocked! This, it can't be the man in the iron mask, the owner of the full moon building, right?

On this dark and windy night, he carried her through the sky above the full moon building, and came to the most secret house.

He put Zhen Xi on the wooden bed in the room, and then he went out again.

Zhen Xi looked at the somewhat familiar room and the pool in the room, and was sure that this was the Man in the Iron Mask.

It's just that why did he bring himself here? Zhen Xi was thinking about it, and he walked in again, still holding a jade bottle in his hand.

He held the corner of the clothes wrapped around Zhen Xi's body in his hand, and when he was about to lift it, he was tightly pulled by Zeng Xi.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

At this time, the iron mask remembered that she was a woman, and the face under the iron mask was slightly red.

He let go of his hand in embarrassment, threw the jade bottle in his hand on the bed, and said, "This is the best gold sore medicine." ”

Zhen Xi looked at the jade bottle that was thrown on the bed in disbelief, and then looked at the iron-masked man who was standing aside and couldn't see any expression, no matter what his purpose was, he didn't want such a good medicine.

She picked up the jade bottle, uncorked it, and smeared the medicine in her hand, she wanted to take the clothes away and wipe the medicine again, thinking that there was a man here, and it was not very convenient, so she could only put her hand into the clothes and wipe it.

Seeing Zhen Xi wiping her wound so awkwardly, Tie Mian couldn't stand it, so he snatched the jade bottle in her hand and prepared to help her apply the medicine.

Before he could make any further moves, Zhen Xi stretched out his hand to grab it back and said angrily: "Alas, you gave it to me and there is a reason to snatch it back?" ”

As soon as he raised his hand, one side of his body suddenly rose so high that his clothes slid down.

Zhen Xi was embarrassed to withdraw her hand and wanted to pick up the clothes, but the other end of the clothes seemed to be hooked on something, and she couldn't pull it.

Zhen Xi looked along the clothes and saw that there was also a hand on the other end, which turned out to be not hooking something, but being dragged by the iron mask!

He tugged hard, pulled the clothes over and threw them aside, and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the medicine on his hand to help her wipe the wound.

The potion was smeared on the wound, and a hint of coldness welled up in my heart.