When Lu Haitang helped Feng Jingchen back to the tent at the river, Li Xianjun, who was covered in support, had disappeared inexplicably, and Bao jumped out to solve her doubts:

"Xichuan's soldiers came over, as if it was Li Xianjun's lieutenant, and took him away."

Over, looking at Feng Jingchen, whose eyes were closed, he was stunned and said:

"Boss Deer, who is so powerful? Can Feng Jingchen be beaten like this? ”

Tell it who it is, it's going to worship!

"Emperor Jiarong's master, it is estimated that he has not gone far, so we can't stay here for too long."

Lu Haitang put away the eye-catching tent and put Feng Jingchen on a clean cushion, wondering why he wanted to save him.

But the belt has been brought out, so let's save it.

As soon as Bao heard that it was Emperor Jiarong's master, he was silent in an instant, and Lu Haitang told him that he didn't want to pretend to be someone else anymore, and it would definitely be useless to hug his thighs.

Lu Haitang took out the scalpel in the first aid kit and cut Feng Jingchen's clothes, revealing a hole in the flesh and blood, which looked a little painful.

As soon as he cleaned the wound with disinfectant water, Feng Jingchen woke up with a frown, and subconsciously wanted to do it.

Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief, endured the pain, and said slowly:

"What about the others?"

The purple-clothed man's rhythm attack could not be resisted with Xue Zhai's swordsmanship, and he was originally confident that Xue Zhai's swordsmanship was invincible, and he was slapped in the face so quickly, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Lu Haitang looked at Feng Jingchen, whose long hair was scattered and messy but still handsome, and the sun gave him some morbid beauty, except for the tall nose bridge and sexy Adam's apple, they were almost so delicate that men and women could not distinguish between men and women.

did not answer Feng Jingchen immediately, after disinfecting the wound and taking out the stitched needle, he spoke:

"When I left, there was no trace of shadows and there was still air, I guess I was just knocked unconscious by the sound of the piano, and the others seemed to be alive, and the sound of the piano mainly attacked you, I didn't expect you to be so able to hold on."

It's worthy of a person with high luck value, so it's all right.

There was no anesthetic medicine to suture the wound, Feng Jingchen watched Lu Haitang take a needle and thread it around the shoulder blade to suture the wound, and the extreme pain made him unable to think for the time being.

"Shhh...... Can you tap it? ”

Lu Haitang did it on purpose, and finally Feng Jingchen was injured and was in a weak position, just to bully him.

It's rare to hear him soft, and he can't help but joke, his eyes as bright as stars have a hint of a smile, his skin is better than snow, his eyebrows are picturesque, and he is so beautiful that he is soul-stirring:

"I thought you weren't afraid of pain, is it the first time that the dignified martial god has been so embarrassed?"

Looking at the battle situation at that time, Feng Jingchen was one against three, which was already very powerful.

The black-robed old man died, and a girl who played the flute died, if she hadn't appeared in time, Feng Jingchen would have been killed by the furious Wuwu.

Feng Jingchen looked at the deer begonia carefully, and there was a unique faint fragrance of begonia flowers from his nose, which made his hateful emotions gradually spread to his heart, and he frowned slightly:

"It's nothing, everything this king has experienced is far more cruel than you imagined."

How can it be so easy to create original swordsmanship, it is very powerful if no one follows.

Little by little, he became stronger, more thoughtful, and less approachable, until all those who had bullied him were dead.

Lu Haitang was not interested in Feng Jingchen's past, and quickly stitched up the wound:

"That's it, it's time to bandage."

Although it is not very professional, the needle and sheep intestine are sterilely preserved, and it should not be infected, and Xinyi helped him bandage it with a bandage.

Because he is good at shoulder blades, if he wants to bandage the wound, he must take off his shirt, wrap bandages around his waist and shoulders, look at Feng Jingchen, who is unmoved and his eyebrows are tightly locked, and his head seems to be in pain, and asks:

"Can you sit up? By the way, I took off my clothes. ”

Feng Jingchen's sequelae from being attacked by the sound of the piano were more painful than the wounds on his shoulder blades, and he didn't have much strength to raise his hand, and his voice was a little weak:

"I don't have the strength."

Inexplicably believing that Lu Haitang would not hurt him, Feng Jingchen, who almost didn't let people touch his heart and neck, let Lu Haitang do it very close to his heart, which was already his greatest trust.

Lu Haitang scratched his head and had a headache, stretched out his left hand to lift him up from the back of his neck, untied his belt with his right hand, and pulled down the collared snow forging coat and robe.

Revealing Feng Jingchen's clear collarbone, a perfect body with muscles in thin clothes and undressing, not very strong, but containing powerful energy, the lines are comparable to modern top male models.

Seeing Feng Jingchen looking at her with a smile, Lu Haitang came back to her senses and secretly scolded herself for being tempted by beauty, and took out a bandage and bandaged it rudely.

"Close your eyes, it's boring to look at!"

She has seen a lot of beautiful men, how can she be fascinated by Feng Jingchen, it's just appreciation!

Feng Jingchen hated the feeling that his emotions were not under his control, and he didn't want to admit it, it was really pleasant, it was rare that he didn't want to argue with Lu Haitang about anything, so he closed his eyes and regained his senses.

Early winter is coming, and the wind is blowing in the mountains, which is a little cool.

After Lu Haitang bandaged the wound, he put on Feng Jingchen's clothes and took out a blanket to cover him.

Seeing that Feng Jingchen closed his eyes and slept a little unsteadily, he took out a soft pillow and cushioned it under his head, got up and came to the river to make a fire.

No one has come for so long, presumably there is something wrong on the battlefield, and it will not be able to attack for a while, and it is estimated that he is waiting for Feng Jingchen to return to command.

The night engulfed the mountain, Lu Haitang rummaged in half of the treasure bag, took out a flashlight, and took out a simple tent close to this era and spread it aside, and moved Feng Jingchen, who still hadn't woken up, into it.

Bao has turned off and recharged, and is obediently nested in the bag next to him.

The hungry Lu Haitang found a few sticks of firewood and lit them, took out some food, and after a few bites, he didn't want to eat, and the stick poked at the fire in a daze.

She seems to have done something wrong, saving Xichuan Li Xianjun and Dongling Fengjingchen, these two are enemies.

But she also bumped into her, don't save it, I always feel that I can't go in my heart, and it's a little difficult not to save it.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared by the fire, and when he looked back, it was Feng Jingchen, who had woken up, and he was stunned for a moment, and the half-eaten pumpkin cake in his hand had been taken away by him.

"The one I've eaten."

Isn't there a habit of cleanliness?

Feng Jingchen slowly sat on the cushion and took a bite of the soft pastry, the sweet but not greasy taste spread in his mouth, but he regained some strength.

Looking sideways at his face, which was still perfect under the firelight, there was a hint of warmth in his heart, as if the flame had melted his heart, he thought about it, and asked softly:

"Why save me? Don't you hate me? ”

He has always been rational about his feelings, admitting that it is not difficult to be tempted by Lu Haitang, but he hates the feeling of uncontrolled emotions, and even wants to destroy the person who disturbs his mind.

This is different from Jiarong's mood of controlling everything with ease, and even a little irritable.

Lu Haitang didn't think too much about it when he rescued Rao, they were all familiar people, and they just didn't want to watch him die.

They are not like she can be resurrected again, and if they die, they are really dead.

Looking at Feng Jingchen's eyes that wanted to seek answers, he replied with a smile:

"I don't hate it, it's just that it's annoying to do those behaviors when I was the Emperor Jiarong, but it's not to the point where I want you to die."

Feng Jingchen's face was slightly gloomy, and he stretched out his left hand to put it on Lu Haitang's shoulder, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, and explained:

"This king has never treated you as a Jiarong."

Lu Haitang didn't react a little, looking at Feng Jingchen who was staring at her, her mind finally turned around, and she was surprised:

"You're empathetic so soon?"

Scumbags are just different!

You can also like someone who looks exactly like your predecessor.

Feng Jingchen: "......"

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