Zhou Ping and the others were responsible for guarding Qiao Wan to stay here, and the seconds were like the sun, and finally, they heard movement outside the door, and then saw Zhou Yu and Qiao Yu and the two of them breaking into the door.

"Coming back?" Qiao Wan stood up with one arrow step, but saw a long arrow stuck in Zhou Yu's chest.

"You're hurt—" She covered her mouth in surprise, her heart tugging in an instant.

"It's okay, it didn't hurt much." Zhou Yu looked at her excitedly, and took out a jade-colored porcelain bottle from his arms with trembling hands, "Guan'er, I got it." ”

Qiao Guan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, but his eyes looked at his blood-soaked winter coat worriedly, "Is your injury serious?" Let my brother show you—"

Zhou Yu smiled, "If you get this, it's worth the injury." ”

Qiao Yan patted him gently, "Gong Jin, go to the inner room and let me deal with it for you." "His injuries are not light.

Zhou Yu walked inside, looking back at Qiao Guan, his eyes were full of undisguised excitement, he wanted her to know how happy he was at the moment.

Qiao Wan smiled at him, but he was holding the jade bottle in his hand.

I don't know how long it took for Qiao to come out of the room, carrying a blood-stained basin, a pile of bloody gauze, and a few broken arrows.

"Is he badly hurt?" Qiao Wan looked at the pile of things in his hand, and his heart rose to his throat.

Qiao Yan hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, "The arrow pierced through the right rib and hurt the heart and lungs, I'm afraid it will take a while to recuperate——"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Wan ran past him like a gust of wind, and hurriedly pushed the door into the house.

She saw Zhou Yu half-lying on the collapse, because of the injury, even the upright momentum on weekdays was weakened by three points, and his face was a little pale, seeing her coming, he pursed the corners of his lips and smiled.

"Guan-"

"Don't speak," she put her fingertips on his lips and whispered softly, "You have broken your heart and lungs, you need to talk less to get better quickly." ”

He couldn't help but laugh and continued, "Don't worry, this little injury can't do anything to me. "He has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and it is common for him to be injured and hung up, and there are many knife and arrow wounds on his body.

He grabbed her hand and held it in the palm of his hand: "I have already told your brother to let him immediately refine the two blood drops into medicine, hoping that this time he can cure your body." ”

Qiao Wan lowered his eyebrows to hide the emotions in his eyes, and grinned: "Okay, I hope this medicine can really have the same miraculous effect as the legend." ”

He looked at her quietly and smiled.

"Does your wound hurt?" Qiao Wan stretched out his fingers and stroked the bandage wrapped around his chest, layer upon layer, which made people feel distressed when they looked at it.

"It hurts." He replied truthfully.

Qiao Wan frowned and looked at the wound worriedly, "It doesn't matter, I'll ask my brother to prescribe some painkiller medicine for you—"

He grabbed her hand and didn't let her go, and said solemnly, "No, you can just blow it for me." ”

Qiao Guan's expression froze on his face, he was a little surprised, and asked him seriously, "How do you blow it?" ”

He pretended to think for a while, reached out his other hand to rub her little face, kneaded her mouth into an "O" shape, then nodded in satisfaction and said, "Blow like that." ”

Qiao Wan reacted that he was playing with himself, and shook his hand away speechlessly, "It hurts you." ”

"Shhh

Qiao Wan panicked, and hurriedly rubbed his chest, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Guan'er, I really hurt ......" he frowned, looking at her pitifully.

"Okay, okay, I'll blow it for you—" Qiao Wan said repeatedly.

She crouched down and blew her cheeks wide, gently blowing the thick gauze.

Zhou Yu propped herself up on one elbow and looked at her with a smile in her eyes, inexplicably feeling that she looked like a goldfish.

She blew so much that her cheeks were completely powerless, and her saliva accidentally didn't catch it, and it trickled down her lips.

Zhou Yu laughed out loud, pulled out a handkerchief and wiped it off for her, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, let's get here today first, and blow it tomorrow." ”

Qiao Wan blushed, and when he heard it, he looked at him aggrievedly, "Tomorrow, do you want to blow it?" ”

"Well, that's better soon." Zhou Yu said.

"Okay—" She bowed her head and agreed with great resistance.

This is a private house, and only one old man lives in it, and he was given a few taels of silver, and the old man let them live here temporarily.

The next few days were calm, and there was no search and arrest all over the city as Zhou Yu expected, although judging from the situation that day, this matter did seem to be done by a warlord who dominated one side, but why this person could bear this loss, not take the opportunity to search and arrest, but completely conceal the matter, Zhou Yu was puzzled.