"Stick to your will, don't sleep."

Yang Luo's voice came into Mu Shilan's ears very clearly.

As he spoke, Yang Luo had already taken out a bottle of red potion from the bronze door, opened the cap, pinched Mu Shilan's chin, and poured it into his mouth.

"You, who are you?!" Wen Miaozhen on the side touched her red eyes, and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of her in a little panic.

"Your master."

Yang Luo said casually, but after finishing speaking, his body paused slightly, and then he fell silent again.

Wen Miaozhen was at a loss, she didn't have a master at all.

Because her talent is so poor, even her father Wen Tao is unwilling to teach her in martial arts.

So how could she possibly have a master?

And so young!

Just after Yang Luo finished pouring the potion on Mu Shilan, Gan Lang and Tang Yun made an appointment and walked over one after the other.

When they saw Mu Shilan, who was pierced through the throat and chest by a thorn, Cheng Yu and the others' faces suddenly changed, and even Lu Zhiou's expression froze for a moment.

"Shilan!"

Cheng Yu walked over quickly.

Gan Lang and the others approached, looked at Mu Shilan's injury, and directly shook his head and said, "The injury is too serious to be saved." ”

In addition to being good at collecting medicines, the wolf rat clan is also very strong in terms of medical skills!

And with Mu Shilan's current injury, even if it is a layman, I am afraid he can see the bad at a glance.

Just ask a normal person, if he is pierced in the throat, can he still live?

Even if it is a king-level existence, if it is injured to this extent, there is only one ending, and that is - death!

When Wen Miaozhen heard this, she cried directly.

If Mu Shilan hadn't saved her just now, it would have been impossible to get hurt, but in order to save herself, the other party has become like this.

"It can be saved."

Yang Luo suddenly spoke, concise and to the point.

Gan Lang's face was suffocated, and then the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he said with a slight sneer: "Is Brother Li so confident in everything?" ”

He would have liked to say arrogant.

Yang Luo didn't respond.

The others were also stunned when they looked at Yang Luo's gaze, obviously speechless by Yang Luo's words.

How can you save such a serious injury?

Mu Shilan's situation at this time was extremely miserable, and blood bubbles kept spitting out of her mouth, but one of her eyes was open.

"Poetry Blue...... Is Shilan really saved? Wen Miaozhen's weak voice sounded, and her tone was full of helplessness and hesitation.

Yang Luo didn't look up, but said, "If I say that she is saved, she must be saved." ”

The tone is flat, but it is full of domineering.

Wen Miaozhen didn't ask any more questions, leaning on the edge of the wound on her leg with one hand, and looking at Mu Shilan, who was being rescued, with a nervous look.

Yang Luo had already taken out the first bottle of red elixir.

As for the thorns on Mu Shilan's body, he never dared to pull them out directly, if the thorns were pulled out directly, then Mu Shilan would probably be cold.

"It's a pure waste of time!" Gan Lang couldn't help but snort, looking a little impatient.

What is there to save a mortal man?

Boss Huang approached Gan Lang at the right time and asked, "Young master, what should we do next?" ”

Shout!

A sound broke through the air as he spoke.

Gan Lang reacted quickly, immediately let go of his body, and then saw a red thorn flying like an arrow, extremely fast.

"Be careful!" Wen Miaozhen watched the thorns rush straight towards Yang Luo, and subconsciously screamed.

However, Yang Luo just lifted his hand casually, and the red thorn was firmly grasped by him.

This scene made everyone's eyebrows jump.

You must know that the power of the thorns shot by the porcupine is very large, and the martial arts rank master must definitely avoid its edge when he encounters it, and he can only dodge it, and it is simply impossible for Yang Luo to catch it directly with his hands without looking at it!

"This porcupine isn't very strong." Gan Lang was the first to come back to his senses, muttering to himself, and his figure had already gone straight to the top of the hill.

As a genius, you must always keep the brightest light!

"Keep up!" Boss Huang immediately shouted behind him.

But just as they were about to go up, they saw a man in a white suit quickly retreat again, his figure was slightly embarrassed, and at the same time there was the sound of "sighing" arrows.

This figure is none other than Gan Lang, who has just gone up.

After landing on the ground, he quickly hid behind a big tree, and the thorns pierced the tree, making a "poof" sound.

Gan Lang's face was extremely ugly.

He had just gone up the hill when he saw one or two porcupines, but in the next second, countless thorns shot out of the many bushes!

Fortunately, he is strong, otherwise it would have become a hornet's nest now!

"Young master, are you alright?" Boss Huang hurriedly stepped forward.

Gan Lang was a little annoyed and said, "What the hell did you do with your intelligence?" I went up to take a look, there are at least hundreds of porcupines, even if the title king level of the clan comes, it will be difficult to pass smoothly! ”

Boss Huang could only wipe the cold sweat on his forehead when he heard this.

When the others heard Gan Lang's words, their faces also changed one by one.

If there were so many porcupines, they would have to go elsewhere.

"Drink this, don't pull out the thorns." At this time, Yang Luo suddenly said this to Wen Miaozhen on the side, and handed over a few bottles of red elixir.

Wen Miaozhen subconsciously received it in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and still opened a bottle and poured it into her stomach.

In just an instant, there was a warm feeling all over the body, especially the wound, itching and numbness like countless ants crawling.

Without waiting for Wen Miaozhen to say anything, Yang Luo had already continued: "Give her the rest of the potion bottle after bottle to drink, it's okay to spit it out, but don't pull out the thorns on your body, it's the same on your legs, you can't pull it out!" ”

Wen Miaozhen nodded again and again, and said in a panic: "That...... What about you? ”

Yang Luo looked up at the top of the hill and said, "Go up there and get some 'medicine' back." ”