Hand? What hand? Hua Mian's brain was still in a state of some confusion, and he didn't react for a while when he heard Sikong Xiao's words, but when he saw his eyes glancing down, he immediately understood.

"This? The wound is not deep, the problem is not big", but it looks serious, probably because the scratched epidermis area is relatively large, and some blood has flowed, and now the blood has clotted but it is not as painful as it was just now.

"Give it to me", Sikong Xiao didn't seem to believe what Hua Mian said, and still asked her to pass her hand.

Hua Mian saw that since the other party was so insistent, she was embarrassed to refuse again, and she raised her arm and didn't forget to say: "Actually, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore......"

Sikong Xiao supported her arm with one hand, and took out a piece of cloth from his arms with the other hand, just when Hua Mian wanted to see how he was going to bandage it next, I saw him attach the cloth to the wound and wrap it around a few times, and then fix it.

Is that okay? Something seems wrong, right? Hua Mian looked at the somewhat ugly cloth pun bandaged on his arm, this is not the same as what he saw in the TV series, doesn't it mean that people with high martial arts will carry any secret medicine or the like, and it is not a matter of minutes to treat this small wound?

As a result, this is such a rough bandaging method, but if you wrap it like this, you don't have to wait for him, Huamian can wrap it herself, and she is completely confident that it is neater than this bag......

Forget these are not the point, Hua Mian looked at the door with some concern, if I remember correctly, the door was opened just now because the bolt was smashed, Sikong Xiao came in in a hurry, and Hua Mian couldn't notice what he used to go to another door, and now he remembered about the door when he settled down.

The black sand had gradually sunk, and the inside of the carriage had regained its previous light under the reflection of the candle flame, and Hua Mian looked at the door, where the original wooden deadbolt was now holding a sword.

This is a rather beautiful sword, the scabbard is snow-white, decorated with a simple silver ornament, and the decoration on the sword body is not very clear from a distance, and a dark sword spike hangs from one end of the hilt.

“… Forehead...... Ninth Young Master, isn't the sword on the door yours...", seeing that such a good sword was pinned to the door instead of the door bolt, as the wind and sand slapped the car body from outside the compartment, the door also shook, and Hua Mian felt sorry for Sikong Xiao.

"It's okay, Frost Moon is very strong", after bandaging the wound for Hua Mian, Sikong Xiao sat down at the table.

"It's not that I'm worried about whether it's strong or not...... the other party's focus doesn't seem to be right, and maybe Sikong Xiao can take out a few swords casually, if that's the case, maybe you don't have to worry about him.

But that's not the point, it's the ......

"Why are you here? Is it okay over there, Your Highness? Hua Mian asked, if I remember correctly, Sikong Xiao was not only the swordsmanship teacher of His Highness Eleventh, but also served as the personal guard of this envoy, and when he encountered such a situation now, why did he suddenly run to the carriage here without accompanying His Highness.

"Xiao Yin is here, I'll come out when the carriage gathers", Sikong Xiao's tone was still as calm as before, as if he was not in a black sandstorm now, but sitting at the kitchen table and asking what to eat for dinner.

"What? You came out when you got up from the carriage? Just now? In the feeling of Hua Mian, it feels like a long time has passed since Sikong Yue ordered the convoy to gather around the carriage of His Highness Eleventh before, no matter how you think about it, it can be nearly an hour, if it is according to Sikong Xiao's speed, it should have arrived a long time ago.