The zombie's claws were too deeply embedded, Shen Jiu didn't dare to pull it out, she swung her sword and cut off the zombie's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Can you still go?" ”

Fu Yuanju licked his pale lips and nodded slowly.

He grabbed the hem of Shen Jiu's clothes and tried to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, he shook it, and the whole person fell down.

Shen Jiu hurriedly caught him.

She glanced at the blood stains on Fu Yuanju's back, hesitated for two seconds, and said in a low voice, "You wait for me here." ”

Fu Yuanju's eyelashes trembled slightly, then he pursed his lips and nodded softly and slowly: "I'll wait for you." ”

His voice was soft and slow, with a slight tremor because of the pain.

Shen Jiu's heart softened, raised his hand and touched his cheek, and promised, "I'll be back soon." ”

She went out to look around, and soon found the soldiers who had already converged not far away, she walked over and breathed a sigh of relief: "Is there a light ability?" Is there a military doctor? ”

A man stepped forward: "I'm a light ability. He was silent for a moment, and then said, "We'll all have some simple trauma treatment." ”

Shen Jiu nodded: "You come with me." She spoke quickly: "That zombie is dead, you can go and see what's in the cold room first." ”

She turned around and rushed back to Fu Yuanju with the man.

Fu Yuanju still maintained the posture she had when she left, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were trembling thinly, and his lips were pursed into a line, looking like he was enduring some great pain.

Shen Jiu leaned over, grabbed his hand, and shouted, "Xiao Yuan." ”

Fu Yuanju didn't open his eyes, leaned towards her hand, and his voice was low and trembling: "Sister." ”

Shen Jiu lowered his eyebrows, answered lightly, and turned his head to look at the man: "The wound on Xiao Yuan's back, will you deal with it?" ”

The man squatted down, cautiously touched Fu Yuanju's back, and hesitated, "I have to take off his clothes to see the wound." ”

He glanced at Shen Jiu's expression, and seeing that she had no objection, he touched the saber on his waist and prepared to cut his clothes to take a look.

He carefully put it on Fu Yuanju's back, and before he could cut it, Fu Yuanju opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyelashes trembled: "Don't!" ”

He squeezed Shen Jiu's hand hard: "Sister." His eyes seemed to be water-colored, and he looked at Yingying, which was particularly pleasing to people: "I don't want him to look at it." ”

The man's movements stopped, he didn't have any expression, and tilted his head to wait for Shen Jiu's instructions.

Shen Jiu stared at Fu Yuanju's bleeding back for a while, and lowered his eyebrows: "Cut." ”

Fu Yuanju didn't expect Shen Jiu to ignore his wishes, he opened his eyes wide and struggled.

Shen Jiuyi twisted his eyebrows, pressed his hand, and leaned down slightly: "Xiao Yuan." ”

She sighed, "My arm hurts. She looked at Fu Yuanju's eyes: "Don't let me worry about it." ”

Fu Yuanju bit his lip suddenly.

He stared at Shen Jiu for a while, his eyelashes twitched twice, adjusted his posture, and pressed his cheek to Shen Jiu's arm.

He whispered, "Cut it." ”

The man was allowed to do so, without delay at all, he cut his clothes neatly, and with a slight pull, Fu Yuanju's back was exposed.

The zombie's claws were deeply embedded in it, and the wound was surrounded by a patch of blue and purple, and the wound was more than that, deep and shallow, one after another old wound.

The man glanced down at the wound and then looked up at Shen Jiu.