"Don't be afraid, you can't die."

Jun Mo dyed thin lips lightly, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito and fly.

The blood gushing from his body stained the square inch of land under him, and also stained Feng Wuwu's hands holding arrows red.

Feng Wuwu stared intently at the long arrow in Jun Mo's chest, wiping away the blood gushing out with his water sleeve.

Her hand, pressing lightly around the affected area, noticed that the arrow feathers were only half an inch away from her heart, and the barbs on the arrow cluster had already penetrated deep into the skin, and her delicate eyebrows were twisted.

"Your old man bear with it, the arrow cluster barb is particularly tricky, and only by cutting the flesh of the wound can the arrow feathers be completely pulled out."

"It doesn't matter."

Jun Moran's breath became weaker and weaker, and as soon as his voice fell, he fell into a coma again, lifeless.

Seeing this, Feng Wuwu raised the dragon slaying sword on Jun Mo Ran's side with a slightly trembling hand.

As soon as the cold light froze, the arrow snapped into two.

She had long been accustomed to life and death, and had never been so cramped and uneasy as she was now.

Calming down her unusually excited emotions a little, she took a deep breath, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and the blade of the sword in the other, and accurately drew an inch-long gap on Jun Moran's chest.

Then, she put the dragon slaying sword aside, pressed his chest with her bare hands, and forced the arrow feathers that were more than two inches deep out of her body little by little.

Looking at the small piece of red meat on the arrow cluster, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Feng Wuwu's narrow peach blossom eyes.

One day, when she is strong enough, she will definitely taste the taste of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart and arrows cutting through the flesh.

The piercing pain made the unconscious Jun Moran regain some consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes, and through the faint moonlight, he looked at Feng Wuwu with a sullen face.

Her face was extremely beautiful, but the red marks on her cheeks were particularly dazzling in the cold moonlight.

Could it be that his little thing was bullied?

Thinking of this, Jun Mo was so angry that he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Don't die, Lord Regent."

Feng Wuwu's voice trembled slightly, and she wanted to wipe the blood from the corners of her lips with her water sleeves, but her two water sleeves had already been soaked with the blood on Jun Mo's body.

What's worse is that the wound on Jun Moran's chest is still oozing blood non-stop.

The blood-colored jade beads of broken threads slipped down along the wound and dripped on the barren land, one drop, two drops, which made Feng Wuwu's heart feel numb.

Jun Moran held her cold hand and said in a deep voice, "I can't die." ”

In the past, Feng Wuwu always felt that Jun Moran's voice was like a life-urging demon sound from the Infernal Hell.

But now, she felt that his voice could give her infinite security, especially in this deserted wilderness.

"Your face..."

Jun Mo's black-gold eyes looked at Feng Wuwu's slightly swollen cheeks fixedly, and when he thought of Feng Wuwu being slapped in the face, he was so angry that his chest was depressed.

"Don't mention it. It's embarrassing to be slapped in the face. ”

Feng Wuwu whispered, concentrating on the wounds on Jun Mo's body, "The fire on the arrow feather has been quenched, although it burns the skin, but it also greatly reduces the chance of the wound becoming pus and festering. ”

Jun Mo Ran turned a deaf ear, his eyes were fixed on the red marks on Feng Wuwu's face, and he was furious, "Who hit it?" ”

"Fu Ye Shen. However, he is not pleasing either. After he was stunned, he let several hounds bite him. ”

"Just kill it."

Feng Wuwu shook his head and said continuously, "He is a court official." If he kills him, I'm afraid he will get into even more trouble. ”

"Stupid, just say that this king killed him, can't you?"

The more Jun Moran thought about it, the more angry he became, his people were actually beaten by Fu Yeshen!

"Okay. If there is a next time, the master will destroy him first and then kill him! ”

Feng Wuwu nodded heavily, realizing Jun Moran's sudden cold aura, and explained again and again, "Annihilation of annihilation." ”

Jun Moran stared intently at her palm-sized face, and his voice was astringent, "It's this king who didn't protect you." ”

“………”

Feng Wuwu swept away the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

She thought to herself, Jun Mo Ran looked domineering and wild, but in fact he was very ghostly.

In the wilderness, the black lights were blinding, and he was seriously injured and could only rely on her, so even his tone was much softer, which made her almost moved.

However, no matter what, Jun Moran blocked seven arrows for her, and this kindness was unforgettable for her.

She shook her head, trying not to think about what Jun Moran had said, and concentrated on dealing with the wound.

He was hit by a total of seven arrows, except for the most difficult arrow in his chest, there was also a wound that was not fatal but very likely to cut off the Jun family.

When she had finished treating the other wounds, she looked at the arrow in his crotch in embarrassment.

"Regent, offended."

"What are you going to do?"

Jun Mo's body was shocked, his eyelids jumped, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

At this moment, his wound has been treated by Feng Wuwu, and his spirit has improved a little.

Feng Wuwu pointed to the arrow feathers on his crotch, his cheeks crimson, "Naturally, it's for you to heal." ”

"No, I don't."

Jun Moran turned his head in embarrassment, his pride did not allow him to lie in front of her so passively and let her "slaughter".

"Everyone is a man, what are you doing so shy?"

"Feng Wuwu, stop!" Jun Moran was extremely emotional, although he coveted her body, it didn't mean that he could stand to be stared at by her so unscrupulously.

"You can rest assured, I won't hurt you."

Feng Wuwu was worried that if it dragged on, his critical parts would be completely scrapped.

I had to bite the bullet and uncover the obstructive fabric with a "swish".

At that moment, Jun Moran's cheeks, which were originally as white as paper, were red and dripping blood.

His throat twitched slightly, and his voice was full of indescribable embarrassment, "You! You're ......."

"Ahem - there's no need to feel inferior, everyone is so ugly."

“………”

Feng Wuwu was instantly silent when he saw Jun Moran, and comforted him seriously, "It's okay." We're all men, and we all look the same. ”