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Of course, Killer String and Guzhu don't know, after carrying Lonely Bamboo back to Tongyuan, put her on the bed, Killer String turned out to be like a hairy boy who didn't know what to do, and didn't know what to do.

She was covered with wounds all over her body, and it looked very serious, her white dress was dyed red, and the wounds that were scratched by the claws of the demonic beast were directly blackened, which was obviously poisonous.

A killing intent flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that Gu Zhu had already killed that demonic beast, he would have washed the hunting ground in blood.

What kind of monster is so short-sighted? In the future, he will definitely slaughter that kind of demonic beast and avenge Lone Bamboo!

Gu Zhu saw his distress, like a nobody, his face was calm, he reached out and touched his hand, and said, "Don't worry about me, it's just that it looks more serious on the surface, and it's actually been medicated." ”

Killing the string pursed his lips and was silent, his face was still not good, even if it was Guzhu to coax him, it was useless.

Guzhu was so seriously injured, how could he be happy?

I knew that I wouldn't let her participate in that beast hunting competition alone, if he was forced to follow him, no one would dare to say anything, and he could protect Guzhu.

Seeing him like this, Gu Zhu sighed, then moved, turned his back to him, and then took off his shirt in front of him.

Killing String looked at Guzhu's movements in surprise, and saw that her upper body was only wearing a belly pocket, but that belly pocket was no different to him if she wore it than if she didn't wear it.

Lone Bamboo had his back to him, his back was smooth and white, and there were many paw prints on it, all of which were caught by that kind of demonic beast, criss-crossing and dripping with blood.

When Killer saw this scene, his eyes tightened, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Gu Zhu stuffed a medicine bottle in his hand and said to him: "Give me medicine, I didn't put it on my back in the hunting ground just now, and I can't reach it." ”

Killing String was silent for a moment, then nodded, and helped Guzhu to sit on the bed.

Guzhu turned her back to him, and after a while, she felt the hand of the string slayer gently roaming over her back, as if trying to heal the wounds.

A strange emotion flashed in my heart.

Wounds......

Actually, it doesn't hurt.

It really doesn't hurt.

She is destined to be a person who licks blood from the knife, this wound is too normal for her, every time she is injured, the most worrying thing is not whether it hurts, but that the wound has been bad after the injury, which is really annoying.

But now, when there is a person who really cares about her behind her back, she suddenly finds that this is not just not painful, it is simply the same as not being injured.

A warm current crossed my heart.

In the past, when she was injured, she always shrunk in the corner alone and licked her wounds, not daring to let anyone know that she was injured, because when others knew that she was injured, they would take advantage of her injuries to kill her.

Only him, only he knew that after she was injured, there was only distress in her eyes.

For the convenience of taking the medicine, the string was silent for a while and untied the belly pocket rope tied to the back of the lone bamboo.

In other words, Lone Bamboo didn't wear anything on his upper body.

If it was before, Killing String might still feel a little distracted, but now, he is only focused on giving medicine to Guzhu, and he has no other ideas.

This time, he took the medicine for a long time, and after completely medicating the wounds on his upper body to Guzhu, he found that he was sweating all over his body.

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