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"Nine Skies——!

Ji Yanhua rushed forward and caught the fallen Jiang Jiuxiao.

Her hands trembled when she touched the wetness on her dress.

"Nine Skies, Nine Skies, Nine Skies....." Her voice trembled, and she felt very clearly that Jiang Jiuxiao still had the residual smell of witchcraft on her body.

It was clear that the wounds on her body were definitely caused by something supplemented by witchcraft.

And this means that her injury is difficult to heal, and even her right hand may be ...... Scrapped.

The anger in her eyes grew even more at the thought of this.

She hugged Jiang Jiuxiao tightly, looked up at the man who was still stunned next to her and roared, "Mu Qingchen! ”

He was obviously also frightened by the injuries on Jiang Jiuxiao's body, he never thought that the person who was high-spirited, Ling Wei was not chaotic, and seemed to never fall, was now dying in front of him.

Ji Yanhua frowned fiercely, her hand tightened Jiang Jiuxiao's shoulder, but in the next moment, let her push out.

Mu Qingchen was stunned again, and subconsciously reached out to catch Jiang Jiuxiao.

The woman's soft and boneless body was in the crook of his arm, which made him a little helpless.

Ji Madhua immediately got up, and the moment she turned around, the fierce light in her eyes was full, and she took a step and clenched her fists......

She said fiercely, "Mu Qingchen, Jiuxiao doesn't have time to spend time with you here!" ”

With that, she tapped her feet and headed in a certain direction.

A drop of water, falling to the ground, shattered, and vanished.

Mu Qingchen picked up the person in his arms, and carefully did not dare to move to the position of the wound.

His thoughts also returned, and he said in his heart, it must be too late to rush back now, and he has to deal with it first.

Thinking like this, he pulled out the knife and took Jiang Jiuxiao to a relatively hidden place.

He carefully put down Jiang Jiuxiao so that she could lean against the stone wall on the side.

He looked at her bloodless face, and it seemed that it was difficult to breathe.

Mu Qingchen untied his coat and covered her body.

He knelt down on one knee in front of her, his hands resting on her back again, and her head resting on his shoulder.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, found the belt, and unfastened it.

Mu Qingchen looked at the rock wall and carefully took off Jiang Jiuxiao's clothes.

His breathing was heavy, and he gently brushed her hair.

Mu Qingchen clenched his fists, looked down and saw that there was a little burn next to the wound, but it seemed that it was not just a burn.

He held Jiang Jiuxiao with one hand, leaned over slightly, and took out bottles and jars of things from his clothes, and even gauze.

Mu Qingchen looked at the bundle chest, even if he had more scruples in his heart, he couldn't bear to deal with the main problem if he didn't untie it.

The wound had apparently been around for a long time, and the flesh had stuck to the chest......

It must have hurt.

He looked at the position of her right shoulder, so to speak, a blur of flesh and blood.

At this moment, he even felt a little suffocated.

He picked up the clothes, the outer garment, the inner garment, which had been stripped for her...... Finally, I found a fabric that could barely be used as a clean cloth.

He tore open the clean spot, wrapped one hand around her waist, and began to clean the spot near her wound with the other.

As if the clouds had been lifted, his pupils shrank sharply, and he didn't expect it to be so deep.

Even, he saw a lot of old wounds, all of which were scarred.

……

Mu Qingchen looked at a wound that seemed to have been pierced by a bow and arrow, no, it was something more terrible than a bow and arrow.

He had no way of confirming whether there was an arrow or anything like that in the wound, so he had to preliminarily judge that there should be none.

He could only hope that there would be none, because the main wound was so small, but so deep.

If there is something in it, you may have to cut open the meat and take it out......

“……”

Mu Qingchen was shocked, tilted his head slightly, the smell of her hair was also a faint smell of herbs, and he shouted softly, "Zixiao, Zixiao?" ”

“……”

"What?"

"Sub ......"

"Son?" Zixiao, who is she calling?

"Sheng......"

“…… Zisheng? "She's calling Zisheng, who is Zisheng? Her family?

Zisheng...... Zisheng ......"

Mu Qingchen's body froze, and she ...... Crying!?

He carefully supported Jiang Jiuxiao, looking at her, there seemed to be a hint of blush on her face, but her lips were still pale.

Her brow furrowed, even though she wasn't conscious, she was still in a tense state.

He looked at her with some fascination, and she was still muttering the name, the man's name was Zisheng.

He kissed him when the devil sent God.

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