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This person is his nemesis, and it is no good to meet him! All kinds of bad luck......

My head hurts violently again!

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows fiercely, recently her mood was a little intense, her head hurt, drilled one by one, like a small drill drilled in.

She silently recited the mantra to calm her emotions, and at the same time pulled her hair with her hand, trying to pull it back up.

This one was shocked to find that his hair was too wet, not only his hair was wet, but his body was also wet, and his clothes were all attached to his body, which was extremely uncomfortable.

She simply used a cleansing technique first, and in the blink of an eye, her body became dry, and her hair naturally dried out.

She then used her fingers instead of a comb to comb her hair.

"Here's what you're given." Ye Yuelan handed over a wooden comb beside her.

Jun Scarlet glanced at it and recognized that this comb was the one he used when he disguised himself as Feng Xingyi and asked her to comb his hair.

Familiar luster, familiar appearance, but she was inexplicably irritable in her heart, and slapped him off: "Don't!" ”

Ye Yuelan was not annoyed, leaned over and picked up the comb again, and pulled her hair for herself.

Jun Crimson cleared himself up, and turned his head sideways to see him sitting there strugglingly, still drenched all over his body, and when he combed his hair, water droplets slid down the comb and dripped on the placket of his clothes.

Something that can be done with a cleaning technique, he is pitifully busy like an ordinary person.

Is it deliberately selling miserably?

Or is he really too weak to even use cleansing?

Jun pursed her lips slightly, turned her head and couldn't see it, she was a little impetuous, and wanted to stand up and find a way.

But as soon as he stood up, he stumbled a step and almost tripped over Ye Yuelan next to him.

knocked the comb in Ye Yuelan's hand out as well.

He didn't care about the comb, but held her: "What's wrong?" His eyes quickly roamed over her and found blood on the inside of her left leg.

"Hurt your leg?"

"Don't worry about it!" Jun Crimson raised his hand and pushed him away.

When he took the initiative to approach her, he would give her a strong sense of pressure and discomfort, and his heart was even more depressed.

And when my heart is dry, my head hurts!

She recited a few more mantras and walked away, trying to find a secluded place to see the wound.

This injury was the sword she subconsciously leaned on Ye Yuelan's vest when she fell from the earthquake just now, and it didn't stab Ye Yuelan, but stabbed herself in the leg.

It's just that it was too chaotic at the time, she was busy looking for life, and she had forgotten about the injury for a long time, until now that she was quiet and her pain nerves had returned to normal, she realized that the root of her thigh hurt like a bee sting! It's going to be unstable!

Fortunately, this place is an eternal dark place, and she turned a corner with the mirage, and she couldn't see Ye Yuelan's figure again.

Leaning against the wall of the cave, she couldn't help but look left and right, and listened attentively.

The cave was very quiet, only the breathing of Ye Yuelan not far away, and there was no third person.

She took off her pants and took a mirage to look at the injury, there was a deep bloody wound on the side of her leg, which didn't bleed much, but it hurt so much.

It's not that Jun Crimson hasn't suffered a sword wound before, but there has never been a sword wound that hurts as much as it does now!

Suspiciously, she took her sword and looked at it, seriously suspecting that it had some kind of poison that caused great pain.

She slapped the hilt of her sword: "Even your own master is pierced, your divine sword is fake, right?!" ”

The sword looked like it was in trouble, coiling its body in a circle and pretending to be dead.

It is also aggrieved, originally it would not have pierced the master,