Hearing Yu Yan, Gu Luochen was injured, and Lixia was immediately stunned.

Her Xiaochen, her younger brother who was finally lost and regained by the favor of the sky, how could it be, how could it be......

"Sister Lixia, can you stop standing in a daze, hurry up and get the medicine box!"

"Senior brother's injuries need to be healed as soon as possible!"

Although Yu Yan has never seen much of the world, she is a killer after all.

After the initial panic, her calm side involuntarily showed itself.

She took off her cloak, poured a small half-wooden box into the gold sore medicine that Liu Qingxin asked her to take, and hugged it tightly in her arms, before she raised her head and urged Lixia, who was standing in place.

"You, you go first, I'll come right away!"

After being reminded by Yu Yan like this, Lixia came back to her senses, and she was busy, so she said yes to her, then lifted her skirt, trotted, and went to the room next to her.

"It's so slow to get a medicine box, the people of your Three Princes' Mansion, really, all of them are ancestors, and you can't count on half of them!"

Lixia was afraid that her martial arts skills would be poor and she would become a burden to Gu Luochen, so she didn't publicize her relationship with Gu Luochen, Gu Luochen was afraid that she would have too many enemies and drag Lixia down, so she didn't tell anyone.

In addition, Yu Yan was already dissatisfied with the five people who said bad things about Liu Qingxin behind their backs, at this time, because she was in a hurry, how could she be polite to Li Xia, the "disgusting" guard of the Three Princes' Mansion?

Keeping up with Lixia, before she opened the cabinet and was about to take the medicine box out, Yu Yan threw out the end of her shawl, wrapped the handle of the medicine box, and dragged it into her arms, and then, without going down the stairs, she flew up to the sixth floor of Deshui Xuan, and went straight to the secret ladder leading to the top floor.

She didn't want to worry about the dust.

I'd rather hurt myself than hurt him.

Although, before listening to Ling Jun say that Gu Luochen was also secretly treating her, this feeling was still very vague, but she had been doing it, and she was doing it without even realizing it.

……

In the room, the five braziers brought by Ling Jun were burning very strongly.

Wine and cotton cloth were also prepared.

Liu Qingxin was putting a pair of scissors on the fire to burn, and Gu Luochen, who was sitting on the small couch, had also taken off his robe with the help of Ling Jun.

Before, there was a black robe to cover it, and it was still impossible to see where he was injured, but at this time, the robe faded, and the dark red "flowers" bloomed clearly on his white underwear.

"You hold him, I'll help him cut the wounded clothes!"

Gu Luochen's injury, it seems, has existed for a long time, and some coagulated blood has adhered to his clothes and skin.

If you forcibly take off the underwear, the wound will be torn even more, and the only way to do this is to cut off the fabric that adheres to the skin from the underwear and then slowly remove it.

"Okay."

Ling Jun replied happily.

Before Gu Luochen could protest, he clicked on his acupoint with lightning speed, and then, sitting cross-legged behind him, using his shoulder, against his vest, holding his uninjured shoulder with one hand, and hugging his waist with the other.

"The Shenji Camp will put angular iron sand into the firecracker, and when you take the cloth down, beware of the collusion of the cloth."

The fire gun is a weapon that only the Divine Machine Battalion will equip with, and its power is so great that it is not an exaggeration to say that it can make the holder use one as ten.

Lingjun was born in the royal family, and likes to study rare weapons, so he naturally knows more about firearms than others.

"You've taken over a new business, and you're going to kill someone in the Divine Machine Camp?"

Walking slowly in front of Gu Luochen, Liu Qingxin cut Gu Luochen's underwear from the shoulder position, and deliberately used "small talk" to distract him, in case he instinctively nervous and caused the force to burst the wound.

"No, I didn't."

Gu Luochen was pointed, from the neck down, there was nowhere to move, if it weren't for Ling Jun's skillful support, at this time, he would definitely slide from the small couch to the ground.

He was just not good at words, not an afterthought, and seeing that Liu Qingxin deliberately diverted his attention, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and did not look at his injuries.

He trusts Liu lightly, trusting for unknown reasons.

"If you don't have to do it, why do you want to provoke it?"

Liu lightly started with a sharp hand, divided three times by five, and cut the fabric in Gu Luochen's injured position into an "isolated" state.

Putting down the scissors, Liu lightly twisted his upper body slightly and opened the wine jar on the table.

The cold aroma of wine filled most of the room in an instant, and Gu Luochen, who smelled the aroma of wine, swallowed his saliva gently, and his eyes were also attracted.

Goo.

It's not loud, but it's clear and audible.

"Before you recover, the wine has nothing to do with you."

Glaring, sitting behind Gu Luochen, Ling Jun with a wicked smile on his face, Liu Qingxin understood that he had deliberately brought this jar of wine.

He knows Gu Luochen better than her.

He knew that a jar of good wine could distract Gu Luochen more than a few of her words.

Taking the wine and damp the cloth towel and holding it in his left hand for later use, Liu lightly bit his lip and carefully removed the fragments of his underwear that were sticking to Gu Luochen's arm, and then, carefully, wiped the dirty wound for him.

This firebolt, in the future, should be regarded as a shotgun?

Wiping away the black-gray soot and removing the half-coagulated blood clots, Liu Qingxin suddenly felt that he was choked by the scene in front of him.

Where can this be considered an arm?

This is clear, it is clearly a hornet's nest!

It's really a shame to take care of the dust, I can endure the pain, and I don't shout out for half a voice, if this is someone else......

Liu Qingxin suddenly felt that his eyes were a little swollen and painful.

She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and turned her gaze to Gu Luochen's calf, the cloth covering it had not yet been removed, but judging from the mottling degree of bloodstains, it should be more seriously injured than her arm.

"What the hell are you provoking a few firecrackers?"

"It's almost sieve!"

Carefully removing the cloth on Gu Luochen's calf, Liu Qing instinctively wrinkled his brows.

She had overestimated Gu Luochen's injuries as much as possible, but she never thought that what she really saw was far beyond her expectations.

"One hundred and forty-eight."

"Five hits."

"Three legs, one each shoulder and one arm."

Gu Luochen's voice was as calm as before, as if the injured person had nothing to do with him.

"When I left, I accidentally stepped on the trap and delayed a little time, otherwise, I should not have been caught up by them."

When talking about the word "trap", Gu Luochen unconsciously accentuated the tone, obviously, he was quite resentful of this "trap", "I stole their leader's hairpin, and they used despicable means to stop me, which can't be considered excessive." ”

"Is that the one you just gave Yu Yan?"

Liu Qingxin knows that in this era, giving a woman a hairpin is equivalent to asking for marriage.

Before, Ling Jun also gave her one.

It's just that she couldn't understand why Gu Luochen would fight for his life to take someone else's hairpin and give it to Yu Yan, instead of going straight to a craftsman to create a new one.

It is not a wise move to offend the commander of the Shenji Battalion, if the commander is stingy, makes people want him and lost property, and gets the hairpin's words, isn't it necessary to be cautious at all times, in case he is in danger and does not know it?

"That's hers."

"Many years ago, when I went down the mountain for the first time, I was deceived by the villains and lost."

"It is the only proof that she recognizes her relatives."

Because of the severe pain, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on Gu Luochen's forehead, but his voice was as unwavering as usual.

"I searched for a long time, and only a few days ago, I got a trace, so that the negotiation was fruitless......"

For the rest, Gu Luochen didn't say.

But even if he didn't say it, the two people present, Liu Qingxin and Ling Jun, could understand his extraneous voice.

"You madman!"

"If the negotiation fails, you can also think of other ways to maneuver, how can you use such a reckless method!"

Liu Qingxin lowered his head to help Gu Luochen clean the wound on his calf, and counted him for being careless.

Speaking of the commander of the Shenji Battalion, Liu Qingxin instinctively remembered Jiang Rusong.

Jiang Rusong, Gu Luochen has seen it.

If the hairpin he is looking for is in Jiang Rusong's hands, Jiang Rusong, for the sake of Ling Jun's face, will also return this hairpin, how can he not be so cruel to him.

However, even if the owner of the hairpin is not Jiang Rusong, he should always be regarded as his colleague.

Thinking about Jiang Rusong now, but the celebrity in front of Emperor Longqing, there must be many people who want to slap him, if he speaks......

"That person is the one who deceived Yu Yan many years ago."

"He deceived Yu Yan because the hairpin was carved by cold jade, and before it entered Yu Yan's hands, his mother had warmed the precious medicinal materials for several years, which had the effect of detoxifying and dissolving miasma."

Speaking of the commander of the Shenji Battalion who deceived Yu Yan, Gu Luochen's voice suddenly brought out a bit of coldness.

Liu Qingxin could hear that he wanted to kill the man, but he couldn't, or rather, hadn't found the right time.

"Everyone has greed."

"But compared to the life of the family, money is still something outside the body after all."

As he spoke, Liu Qingxin had already cleaned up the dirty blood clots on Gu Luochen's calves, and began to examine them carefully, "embedded" the iron sand in his flesh, "To kill, you don't necessarily have to use a knife, especially, to deal with this kind of despicable person." ”

"You don't care about the rest of the matter."

"If he has the courage to bully my sister, he should have the consciousness to pay the price for it."

Liu Qingxin didn't want to hurt people.

But at this time today, having witnessed Gu Luochen's injuries and heard about Yu Yan's grievances, how could she convince herself to continue to hold on to her heart?

Since, some things are inevitable, then let her be a person, at least, who can protect the people she cares about!

"I want to bring him back to the Heavenly Gate, is that okay?"

For the commander of the Shenji Battalion who disposed of that and deceived Yu Yan, Gu Luochen seemed to have a hatred that penetrated into the bone marrow, and wanted to peel his skin and cramp and break his body into pieces.

"Well, that's it."

"I'll help you find a way to make him lose his support, and you can decide the rest."

raised his head, looked at Gu Luochen, and saw that he had been staring at him, and he had a big look, he didn't agree, so he wanted to entangle endlessly, so he had to take a step back and respond to his "plea".

Bang –

The door was slammed open from the outside, Yu Yan carried the medicine box in one hand and the cloak containing a small half box of gold sore medicine in the other, walked quickly to Liu Qingxin's side, and looked nervously at Gu Luochen's injured legs and arms.

It's not that she hasn't seen Gu Luochen injured.

But he had never seen such a serious situation, even when he and their master were fighting for their lives, it had never been so serious.

"Sister, sister, he, this, this, this ......"

Yu Yan, who was so frightened by Gu Luochen's injury, almost threw the medicine box and the cloak wrapped in gold sore medicine in her hand to the ground, but fortunately, Lixia, who came later, quickly took it and saved unnecessary damage.

"It doesn't matter."

"When I help him take out the iron sand, clean it with medicine, and rest for another month, he will be back to normal."

Turning his head and glancing at Yu Yan, who was about to cry, Liu Qingxin hurriedly said comfort.

She had carefully examined Gu Luochen's injury, knowing that she could heal him without leaving half an inch of scar, and she dared to promise Yu Yan to prevent her from being nervous and sad, "It's just that these days, you have to be tired of taking care of him, clean and take medicine, you have to observe carefully, and study thoroughly." ”

Liu's words were lighthearted, as if Yu Yan had taken a reassuring pill.

She nodded seriously, half-squatted down, and carefully, helped Liu lightly open the medicine box.

"I'll study hard, sister!"

Like Gu Luochen, Yu Yan is also light on Liu and has an unspeakable trust.

At this time, listening to Liu Qingxin, as long as she takes care of herself, she can make Gu Luochen's injuries heal as before, how can she not care?

Nodding hurriedly, he moved to a place where there was nothing to obstruct his vision, his eyes widened, and he observed carefully.

"Go close the door, Lixia."

Liu Qingxin said as he opened his medicine box, took out the box containing the silver needle from it, and opened it.

She wiped her hands again with wine, then took a deep breath, took out a silver needle from it, and pierced several acupuncture points on Gu Luochen's calves and shoulders.

The numbness slowly spreads from the tip of the needle to the surrounding area, and the pain disappears.

"What does it feel like here?"

Seeing Gu Luochen breathe a sigh of relief, Liu Qingxin knew that the silver needle she had pierced into Gu Luochen's acupuncture points had already worked.

She gently poked a wound on Gu Luochen's calf, which was mixed with iron sand, and asked him.

"Nope."

"Like, not my own."

Gu Luochen hesitated slightly, searched his stomach, and came up with a sentence that best described how he was feeling now.

This feeling that his body was not under his control gave him a kind of déjà vu fear.

The last time he faced this fear, he was a child.

He was expelled from Yanjing by his biological father, and he was blocked by heavy snow and could not return to his hometown, so he had to live in a dilapidated temple where even the door was leaking, and he was cold and hungry, curled up in his mother's arms and weeping.

His mother, the woman who had done everything she could, sheltered him from the wind and snow, kept him out of the cold, and stuffed all the food she had begged for food into his and his sister's hands, died in that cloudy afternoon.

She sat on the ground with her back to the leaky gate of the ruined temple.

When he died, he remained in a posture with his arms folded.

One, still able to make him curl up in it, not to be hurt by the cold wind.

And his sister, the half of the steamed bun that he was reluctant to eat after only one bite, stuffed it into his hand, and said that she would beg for food to support him, had also left for two whole hours.