"What should I call you? I think about it, the autumn equinox will be in a few days, so let's call you Qiuxin. As for the name, Zheng Fang really didn't have a good name, so he casually gave the little gray wind wolf a "Qiu Xin" name, and also hoped that in the future, the word "sorrow" would be split in half and have Qiu Xin as a companion.

But what made Zheng Flail cry and laugh was that just after he named the little wolf cub, the two night frosts left here with the wolves, and even the big wolf who had been saved by Zheng Flail did not show any reluctance, and what was even more strange was that the little wolf cub didn't seem to want to catch up, as if they came to send Qiu Xin away this time.

The breeze swept by, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground and swept away between a wolf and a man. The little wolf and Zheng Fang looked at each other, they were silent with each other, they didn't know what to say, or, from each other's eyes, they couldn't see anything else at all, as if the little wolf had been specially arranged.

You say repay the favor, saving Zheng Fang's life, this is considered a return of grace, but what is the matter with sending a wolf cub? Could it be that the wolves can't afford to raise it? Impossible, absolutely impossible! There are very few spirit beasts starving to death in this world, not to mention that if there is really a famine, they will not let go of Li Yougen and the others, which makes Zheng Fang feel that he is in a cloud and fog.

Taking out a piece of air-dried beef from the ring, Zheng Yu squatted down with difficulty and handed it to Qiu Xin's mouth. Qiu Xin was not polite, he opened his mouth directly and bit his fingers, so painful that Zheng Feng reflexively withdrew his hand, and then looked at his fingers, fortunately he was not gnawed off by this wolf cub.

Seeing that Qiu Xin finished gnawing on the jerky, Zheng Flail put it into his fingers. This place is not safe, there are too many uncertain factors, Li Yougen and the others will kill a horse pistol I don't know, since there is a gray wind wolf pack here, then it stands to reason that there may be a second spirit beast around, maybe Zheng Fang was lucky not to encounter any of them.

However, the spirit beast was not able to meet it, but fortunately, the misfortune did come across a demon, this demon was short, black, with a head like a crow's head, and his hair glowed black in the starlight in the middle of the night, and the beak was as hard as iron and the size of a banana, and it looked like it could even easily pierce through trees.

shouted in his heart to damn it, Zheng Flails didn't mean to fight, but just in case, he pulled out the blood-drinking sword and ran away. Now because he has spent most of his vitality on repairing his body functions, he can no longer use the starting point water without leaving a line footwork and the light and heavy qi transformation method.

Aside from these two sets of exercises, Zheng Fang's speed has obviously slowed down, not to mention that he is still injured, but the luck in the misfortune is that this demon's strength is only a heavy mountain, as for what level it is, he didn't dare to make a conclusion for a while, no matter what else, just run.

In this case, Zheng Feng was immediately chased by the demon. Maybe it's because this demon's status in the demon clan is relatively low, and he is equipped with an ordinary machete in his hand, and the machete is not decorated, and the only eye-catching thing is the nine rings inlaid on the back of the knife. When he caught up with Zheng Fang, he was about to cut Zheng Fang's back with a single knife.

I saw Zheng Flail turn around sharply, the blood-drinking sword was horizontal in front of his body, firmly catching the slash, the swords collided with each other, and the demon was ejected three or two steps to stabilize his body, but Zheng Flail was shocked to the ground by the force of this concussion, and the pain suddenly came out of his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed up and sprinkled on the ground.

was knocked to the ground by a demon with a heavy mountain, is Zheng Fang weak? Maybe. Because heretics and humans will start a life-and-death battle as soon as they meet, and whoever dies will be weak.

But even if the crow man had the advantage, he slashed at the sword, and actually cut a strip-like gap in the knife in his hand, and the gap was very deep, an inch deep.

"Today's luck is really good, I actually let me pick it up! When you die, the treasure on your body will be mine!" The crow man said in a sharp voice, seeing that Zheng Fang's state was not optimistic, and the pride in his heart almost occupied his entire brain.

With greed in his eyes, the crow man raised his knife again, wanting to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but this second knife slashed over, but he didn't expect that Zheng Fang, who was originally seriously injured, would fight back with a sword. This time, the impact of the sword shook even more violently, and the ordinary machete was directly cut off by the blood-drinking sword, and half of his arm was cut off by the trend!

A terrible scream continued to come from the raven's mouth, and the incision of his left hand covering his right arm rolled back and forth on the ground, and red blood flowed from the wound. At the same time, Zheng Fang also vomited a mouthful of blood because of this shock, which was more violent than before, and even faintly felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

Turning around and fleeing in a hurry, he had to take this opportunity to find hope for life, Zheng Yu didn't think that he could still take the enemy's head on the verge of collapse, escape was the most important thing......

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With multiple fractures in his body, Zheng Flails is now driving much slower than the most ordinary people. Although he didn't stop this night, Zheng Yu walked to the side of a small river, and the pain in various parts of his body never dissipated, if he didn't treat it in time, I am afraid it would really affect his cultivation speed in the future.

After looking around with tired eyelids, and making sure that the demon had been completely thrown off, finally at the last moment, Zheng Flail suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and he could no longer support the movement of his body, so he fainted on the surface of the river and floated down the current......

A hint of reddish drifted slightly across the river, and some small shrimp lingered in the reddish spot, as if sucking on the meager fishy sweetness above. Above the river, a body floated and came to a halt when it reached the river. After a long time, the sun gradually warmed up, and a woman came from the small forest.

The woman looked to be several years old, hunched over her waist, and pinned to a large basin containing a dozen old garments, and on top of the garment lay a zigzag stick, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, which was supposed to be a tool for washing.

And when the old woman reached the river, she saw a man lying on a bluestone slab that she had placed on the riverside. Hurriedly ran over to see what was going on, only to see the old woman shake the body with her hand, and saw the face of a young man so white that there was no blood......

"Huh......? Dead man?" dropped the basin in his hand, which really startled the old woman. said that she was an old woman, but in fact, she was just over the age of sixties, if she was really too old to walk, how could she wash clothes by the river?

However, the old woman did not show much panic, and immediately leaned forward to probe her nose with her hand, and after finding that the person was not breathing, she still did not feel any obvious pulse beating reaction after a long time of taking the young man's pulse.

"The blood is still flowing, maybe there is still salvation, carry it back first!" The old woman carefully carried the young man on her back, and turned back step by step according to the path she had come.

After half a pillar of incense, in a thatched house......

"How's it going, old man?" said the old woman, who walked slowly from outside the door with a bowl of hot soup. In the thatched hut, a young man lay on a small bed, and the boy could hardly find any blood on his body, like a living snowman, which looked extremely strange.

And on the edge of the bed sat an old man, who was over seventy years old, and a white silk hung on his head, like a thick spider silk. Hearing his wife's words, the old man first sighed, stroked his chin and pale yellow beard, "People are half a foot into the ghost gate, but what often determines a person's life and death is this other foot." If you can hold on, go burn incense!"

"I don't know what kind of person this child has offended, how can there be such a serious injury on his body?" the old woman steadied the medicinal soup, carefully helped the young man to his feet, and fed him little by little. The herbs in this bowl of soup are more common, such as astragalus, angelica, red peony, earth dragon, Chuanxiong, safflower, peach kernel, and black wolfberry.

These herbs mainly have the effect of replenishing blood and qi, although they do not really help a dying person, but they are still countless times better than doing nothing.

With a light movement, the kid broke four ribs, but fortunately it didn't hurt his lungs, otherwise everything would have been useless. "When the old man took off the boy's shirt, he had already found that the boy had a slender knife wound on his chest, and there was no blood flowing out of the wound, even if it was healed, it was not healed, in short, the situation was very critical.

With his many years of medical experience, it is very simple to treat the wound to prevent it from becoming infected, but when the old man cleaned the wound for him, he found that some skin on the young man's chest bulged slightly, although the bulging amplitude was not large, but it was obvious compared to the gentle place, and it was precisely because of this that the old man judged that the young man's chest had broken four ribs.

But what he found was not only this, but also that the lock on the left side was broken in two, and a finger-wide break appeared in the middle, which made the old man even more curious about what the young man had experienced, although he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"His rib husband has already helped him take the position, and the rib injury is not too serious, but this collarbone ...... I'm afraid that I won't be able to move my left arm at will for less than two months. Looking at the young man's broken bones, the old man couldn't help but think in his heart that if he was injured...... I don't want to think about it, and I jump up when I think about meat.

Of course, if he breaks a bone at a great age, it is estimated that it will kill him. There was a strange silence in the thatched hut, and after all the preparations and treatments had been done, the old man's eyes caught a glimpse of the wrench on the young man's left thumb, and quietly removed it......