Thinking of the accident back then, the iron hand pupils shrank, not only worried about Jun Moran, who suddenly became ill, but also sweated for the unconscious Feng Wuwu.

Jun Moran lowered his eyes, and his cold gaze swept over the iron hand standing in front of him.

"Little wicker, are you healed?" He asked in a deep voice as his gaze fell on the iron hand's fingers.

"Great."

Iron Hand didn't expect Jun Moran's memory to be so good, and he straightened up in fright.

"That's good." Jun Mo pursed his thin lips lightly, Shi Shiran smiled, and turned sideways to bypass the iron hand that was so nervous that it was difficult to control himself.

Jun Moran had just left with his front foot, and the maid in the house saw that Iron Hand's face was white, and asked with concern, "Lord Iron Hand, what's wrong with you?" ”

Iron Hand shook his head, but said nothing.

He stood in the courtyard, vigilantly looking at the ink-dyed pavilion lit by lights, thinking that if he heard Feng's cry for help, he would rush into the pavilion as soon as possible and take her out.

In the ink-dyed pavilion, elegant incense fills every corner, and mottled candlelight shines into the hollow carved screen.

Next to the screen, a fiery red charcoal is simmering, quietly dissipating the cold air of the night.

Jun Moran gently put Feng Wuwu on the couch that had been repaired during the day, and he also sat on the edge of the couch, looking intently at the unconscious Feng Wuwu.

He stretched out his bony hands, clasped his hands together and clasped them together, wanting to press out the water in his lungs for Feng Wuwu.

In a flash, he noticed something unusual.

"Isn't there an injury here?" Jun Moran's sword eyebrows furrowed, and his hands stopped in mid-air.

After a moment of distraction, he half-faded Feng Wuwu's soaked clothes.

Just one glance made him gasp again.

"It's so badly hurt!"

Jun Moran's face was solemn, and he got up and took out the Yurong Shengmu cream in the dragon pattern carved sandalwood box.

After a while, the critical parts of Feng Wuwu's body were coated with a thick layer of jade Rongsheng muscle cream.

Rao is like this, Jun Mo Ran is still not very relieved.

"Little wicker, get a quick set of clean clothes. Gauze, bandages, bring together. ”

"Yes."

Iron Hand breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound.

There was a hint of luck in his heart. As long as Jun Mo Ran is not like back then, he tosses the subtle wounds on his hands repeatedly, picks them off directly after the scabs, and then applies the medicine when he sees the blood, and starts to sing out of tune nursery rhymes to coax him after applying the medicine, everything is easy to say.

It was just a cup of tea, and the iron hand was already standing outside the house with clean clothes.

Before he could knock on the door, Jun Moran had already pushed the door out.

"King, the clothes, gauze, and bandages are all here."

Iron Hand replied respectfully, while quietly tiptoeing, glancing towards the silent Feng Wuwu in the room.

"See what?"

Jun Mo Ran took the gauze and other things, and questioned the iron hand unhappily.

Tie Shou still couldn't believe that Jun Mo Ran had taken off Feng Wuwu's clothes in a frenzy, and he was stunned. Although he didn't see the scene in the house clearly, Feng Wuwu's shiny white arm was really eye-catching.

Bang –

Jun Moran noticed that Iron Hand's gaze fell on Feng Wuwu, and slammed the door shut, isolating him.

Feng Wuwu is his treasure in the palm of his hand, and no one can beat her idea.

Holding a pile of clothes, he walked to the front of the couch, completely taking the difference in Feng Wuwu's body as the result of his excessive injury.

The hemostasis of hemostasis, the bandage of bandage, the swelling of swelling.

After some tossing, the night was deep and bright, the sky was dark and bright, and the fire in the house died down at the first dawn.