Well, since the enemy has moved, even if they want to pretend to be dead, they can't do it, fortunately, they brought unnecessary human skin masks when they left the palace, since the woman had already seen herself in Wanhualou, in order to prevent any accidents during the tracking process, Lan Xing'er brought a human skin mask in advance.

She cursed to herself in her heart, listening to her chest coming out from behind the tree, thinking to herself that a woman who was older than herself, probably couldn't do anything to herself?

The key is that she wanted to see who was injured behind her, so she thought about it and appeared from behind the tree, only to find that her legs were actually shaking, and she almost stood unsteadily and collapsed to the ground, but fortunately, she held on to a small tree next to her in time and walked forward tremblingly.

Only then did she see that the woman was not young anymore, she looked like an old dragon clock, and there was already a trace of white hair on her sideburns, but her eyes were full of cold light, which made people shudder.

Lan Xing'er still had the heart to tilt her head to look at the injured person behind her under the gaze of this kind of gaze, but this glance made her feel a kind of disbelief as if she was in another world, that ...... Isn't that person Jun Mochen!

For a while, countless question marks flashed in his mind, how could he be injured? Why did that woman come here? What the hell is going on?

His brows furrowed, and he looked at the old woman angrily, but saw that she was raising the small shovel in her hand and walking towards her, Lan Xing'er was excited, and asked while retreating, "Who are you?" Why harm people? ”

Hearing this, the old woman paused, with a different look on her face, wondering how this ugly monster who came out of nowhere could follow her, but in order to avoid the exposure of her actions, she had no choice but to hold a small shovel, but her hand was raised in the air but she was entangled in whether to start or not.

It's just that this stunned spirit gave Lan Xing'er a chance, taking advantage of the old woman's unpreparedness, kicked her feet hard, and when the old woman bent down in pain to check, she flashed past her and quickly came to Jun Mochen's side.

Oh my God, who hurt him so deeply, his angular face was bloodless, his eyes were closed, his handsome hair was already messy, and his battle robe was torn in many places, this dejected appearance seemed to tell her that he had experienced a fight that he believed in wrong!

"Hey! Wake up, wake up, wake up......" Lan Xing'er nervously glanced back at the old woman who had straightened up, and patted Jun Mochen's handsome face with her hand anxiously, hoping that he could hear his voice.

Although he had failed her, she still hoped that he would survive at this life-and-death moment, and it was precisely because of this thought in her heart that she tried to lift his body again and again, although she had little strength because of fear and nervousness.

But the old woman's step-by-step pressure made her panic even more, she struggled to move his body up his back little by little, in the midst of this oppressive danger, she did not even think of running away, if she died, she was willing to join him!

Seeing that the old woman had walked in front of her, she showed a weird smile at her, and then slowly raised the small shovel in her hand, she had exhausted all her strength but did not carry Jun Mochen on her back, and complained in her heart that she was useless, and her frustrated butt did it to the ground, hugging Jun Mochen's body tightly, die, they will also die together!

But just as the old woman was about to slash at them, Jun Mochen's body seemed to move, and then she saw the old woman fall to the ground inexplicably, as if someone had hit her temple with something, and she fainted.

It's just the three of them, is it? Lan Xing'er looked at Jun Mochen in his arms, only to see him open his eyes slightly, and said angrily: "You...... Who are you? ”

After saying that, he fainted again.

Although this was only a moment of sobriety, it was enough to fill Lan Xing'er's heart with hope, and she hugged Jun Mochen's body with tears of joy and said, "Lord Wang, I will never leave you alone!" ”

Taking a deep breath, she stubbornly raised her head, and then struggled to move him on her back, and after failing N times, she finally let her succeed.

It's just that he is much taller than her, so she can only drag on the ground with her feet on her back, and after walking a few steps, the shoe on her right foot is finally dragged off, but even so, it is better than dying without healing.

After only a while, the fatigue made Lan Xing'er's body wet, and a small face was covered in the mask, which made her breathless, and as soon as she tore off the mask, beads of sweat flowed down her face to her neck, she didn't care about wiping it, she just wanted to get Jun Mochen to the city, and then quickly find a doctor to see the injury.

Finally, Huang Tian lived up to her painstaking efforts, and finally let her rush to the city before dark, she knew that she would never be able to go back to Wanhualou at this time, and the old woman would definitely attack her again after waking up, in order to make herself safe and Jun Mochen safe, Lan Xing'er decided to find a place to live first, and then treat him!

Fortunately, the silver tickets were in her hands, so she found her favorite residence without much effort, and at the same time found a doctor to see a doctor for Jun Mochen!

"How's his injury, doctor?" Why is the doctor's face so ugly after the diagnosis......

The doctor sighed and shook his head, "Most of the meridians on his body have been damaged to varying degrees, so there is nothing he can do!" ”

Hearing this, Lan Xing'er stepped forward and grabbed the doctor's sleeve and said, "Please save him, he is the former patron saint of Lai'an!" ”

The doctor was taken aback by Lan Xing'er's words, and muttered and repeated, "Could it be that he is the Seventh Lord of the God of War?" ”

Lan Xing'er felt sad for a while, he once fought on the battlefield for the people of Lai'an, and contributed to the tree of the Lai'an Dynasty, but now, facing him seriously injured, but no one can lend a helping hand, how can the sadness not make people despair?

Seeing her heartbroken, the doctor glanced at the man lying on the bed, and secretly speculated in his heart: Look at this, the person lying on the bed is not far from the seventh prince.

"Okay, girl, don't cry in a hurry, I still have a way, but ......"

"Doctor, you say, no matter what difficulties there are, I will do it!" The doctor's words made Lan Xing'er feel like he was in a desperate situation, so he quickly blocked what he said later, hoping that there would be a way to cure Jun Mochen.

The doctor nodded and said, "There is a Huaiyang County a few hundred miles away from the capital, where there is a famous doctor known as Hua Tuo in the world, he has a unique set of acupuncture methods, if he is willing to heal, then the Seventh Prince must have hope of recovery!" ”

This news simply made Lan Xing'er a little overjoyed, but the doctor's words were like pouring a basin of cold water on her.

"It's just that this person has a weird personality, and it's very hard to find!" After speaking, he sighed regretfully.

Although the person is not easy to ask for, this is always a hope, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will definitely not give up.

"Thank you, doctor, I'll take him to the Doushen Doctor!" After speaking, he didn't forget to take out a silver ticket from his bosom and handed it to the doctor.