Leaving the Desperate Cliff, I didn't meet any people in black along the way, probably really like the 9001 little sand sculpture said, those people should give up and withdraw.

Yan Hua's heart was slightly relieved, and he chose a direction with a building phantom and walked slowly.

With the current level of recovery from her injuries and her footsteps, I am afraid that she will have to sleep in the wilderness overnight today.

Probably at the beginning of the first two worlds, it was basically like this, but Yan Hua didn't care too much about the living environment with the sky as the bed and the earth as the bed.

......

In the middle of the night, Yan Hua was sitting and resting on a tree that looked very pleasant, when the sound of a fight suddenly came from the forest.

The sound of the "clanging" weapons colliding was very obvious, which alarmed the alarm of the 9001 small sand sculpture in one second, and also alarmed the Yan boss who was recovering from a light sleep.

The big guy was disturbed from sleeping, and his mood can be imagined.

In the special environment, she didn't have any pretension to get up, but her face was still tense, more sharp than expressionless, and three cold.

Yan Hua moved his hands and feet slightly, the injury in his chest would still be stuffy, the range of movement was too large, and the bones that did not grow strong were afraid that they would be misaligned again.

I don't know who is fighting not far away, I hope it doesn't affect me.

Yan Hua looked over there, but didn't see the hint symbol in blood-red characters.

Since there is none, it has nothing to do with the main character who needs to be treated carefully, Yan Hua suddenly lost interest, and only watched lightly.

It's just that the group below didn't plan to let her watch for long.

The woman in red who was surrounded by many people dressed differently, but could be seen at a glance to be among the martial arts warriors, was injured all over her body at this time.

Under the cover of the hazy moonlight, it looks extremely tragic and bewitching.

The black eyes of the woman in red were ruthless, even if her whole body was covered with wounds, and the red clothes were soaked in blood and became sticky and heavy, she didn't frown.

It looked like a red-clothed ghost besieged by a Taoist priest, and before he was subdued and beaten to the point that his soul was scattered, he chose to die and die together!

There was a loud "boom", and when a group of Jianghu knights realized that it was not good to want to retreat, they had already been counted by the woman in red.

She didn't know what the black thing in her hand was, but its power could affect the distance of two zhang in a radius.

After dropping the thing, she managed to get out of the encirclement with all her last strength.

Unfortunately, the injuries on her body were too serious, and she couldn't run out of the range of these two feet in an instant.

Just one step away, one more step and she can escape!

The woman in red was so sorry that when she felt that she would definitely die today, she suddenly had a pure white silk ribbon around her waist.

Silk Silk tugged and pulled, and she flew out of the last step, and as she entered the safe range, a loud roar exploded in her ears.

Although the range of two zhang is not large, the smoke of the explosion is still considerable.

The woman in red didn't have time to congratulate herself on being out of the scope of the explosion, let alone see who was saving her.

Her injuries were so severe that she was forcibly pulled, and her heart was shaken by the sound of the explosion, and she was still floating in the air, and she was already unconscious in the dark.

When Yan Hua caught the person, what he saw was a soft and collapsed "corpse".

It is cold in the hand, and the body temperature has been low to a certain extent.

The breath is very weak, and there seems to be no air out, more air intake, and less air intake.

There was blood all over the body, and the blood that came out of it didn't have much temperature.

Yan Hua pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at the explosion circle, where there were only stumps and broken arms that could not be put together, and there should be no threat so far.

She looked at the "corpse" paralyzed in her hands again, forget it, good people do it to the end.

......

Three days later,

Yan Huacai turned around with a bundle of dry firewood, and saw the woman in red lying next to the bonfire frowning, and her eyelashes blinked, as if she was about to wake up.

Yan Hua walked over a few steps unhurriedly, put down the dry firewood, and threw some into the fire to keep the bonfire intact before she turned around and raised her hand.

The plain white fingers rested on the pulse of the woman in red.

Probably feeling the touch of outsiders, the woman in red opened her eyes with a "swish".

There was no light in his dark eyes, and not even the warm light of the bonfire could penetrate half a minute.

The eyeballs are bloodshot and a little scary.

Yan Hua was not afraid of such a gaze.

Seeing that the woman in red opened her eyes and wanted to make a move, she couldn't move at all.

Yan Hua took a long time to probe the pulse, so he glanced at her and looked away, not interested in talking at all.

The woman in red saw clearly that it was a woman in white in front of her, and her tense muscles eased.

"Who are you?"

The hoarse voice made the woman in red seem to be startled, and she only said three words, and the hot dry pain hit her, making her want to cough.

Yan Hua had already let go of his hand at this time, turned around and took a water bladder and handed it to her mouth: "Drink water." ”

The woman in red did not refuse, she is the way she is now, and it is very simple for the other party to kill her.

Since he didn't kill him, there was still hope for him to live.

She didn't want to die.

The clear water entered the throat, suppressing the dryness and discomfort of the upwell, and soothing the hot and strange appearance of the throat.

The woman in red looked at the woman in white in front of her again, and spoke again in a low voice: "Thank you." ”

Yan Hua's eyebrows and eyes were coldly covered with the lid of the water bladder: "No need, you are seriously injured, I want to enter the city, I don't know if it is convenient for you to show up in front of people?" ”

The woman in red understood her words, she was being hunted down by a group of enemies, and she was worried that revealing her whereabouts would cause unnecessary trouble.

"My name is Ji Xuanyu, the daughter of the owner of the Sword Villa, I don't know the name of the benefactor, where I want to go, when Xuanyu recovers from his injuries, I will go to find a benefactor in the future to repay today's life-saving kindness."

Yan Hua understood the meaning of her self-introduction.

This means that she is not an evil demon, but she has just met an enemy, and she is not a master who cannot show up in front of people and be besieged and killed everywhere.

Yan Hua was at ease, but his answer was very concise: "Yan Hua, looking for relatives." ”

Ji Xuanyu saw that she didn't have the desire to say more, so she didn't ask any more.

The two looked at each other without saying a word, and a "grunt" broke the deadlock.

Rao is as calm as Ji Xuanyu, and he couldn't save the face of Miss Baojian Villa.

Her pale face was a little bloody because of embarrassment.

But because the injury was too serious and bleeding too much, her face was not good-looking, even if there was a trace of blood, it was a kind of sick and weak pity.

Yan Hua pulled out two sweet potatoes from the soil under the bonfire.

One was given to Ji Xuanyu, and the other was peeled and eaten slowly.

Ji Xuanyu was worried that he couldn't move, so he suddenly felt loose, although he was still soft and weak, but he was able to hold sweet potatoes for his stomach.

Compared with Yan Hua's informal and casual sitting there, it is the aura of a big man, and eating a sweet potato is even more of an instant sense of eating a palace banquet.

Ji Xuanyu's eating appearance is quite close to everyone's beauty.

Even if she is still dressed in flamboyant red clothes and dressed as a chivalrous woman, she still can't stop her from having a good tutor.

Yan Hua glanced at it obliquely.

This is a werewolf who is delicate and harmless, and even blows himself up when he is ruthless!