Chapter 93: Champion Lang's Fierce Wife (2)

Qingmang held his breath, and a man who turned over and finally saw the person pulling his calf behind him.

He...... It's kind of miserable......

The sideburns on his forehead were full of blood, and he had already coagulated, as if it had been some time.

At this time, he was clutching his chest in pain, and the place he covered happened to be the place where she used her "invisible foot".

"Who are you?" Qingmang reprimanded.

"Young Hero...... Save me......" The man closed his eyes and fainted.

Qingmang hurriedly stepped forward and patted his face, "Hey! Don't play dead! Feed! ”

But this person has no other reaction except breathing.

Qingmang was a little weak-hearted, so he didn't happen to kick a seriously injured person to death......

That's it, most of the people who can appear in this wilderness are not good people!

Qingmang stood up, glanced out of the corner of his eye, saw the sword worn by the man on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and still untied it from his waist.

"The unlucky beast is missing, and I can't protect myself, so I have no choice but to do it...... If you can survive on your own, it's your life. Brother, let's meet again! As he spoke, Qingmang sighed, took the sword as a crutch, and limped forward.

After taking a few steps forward, a cold wind blew, blowing the wounds on Qingmang's face and hands.

It looks like it's going to be frosty, and if no one pays attention to him, he may freeze to death.

Qingmang thought about walking slower and slower, and somehow began to worry about that person.

Maybe it's those bright eyes.

He was very embarrassed, but there was not the slightest panic and pleading in his eyes, and he just looked at her straightly, as if he thought that she would definitely save him.

"That's it!" Qing Mang stabbed the ground a few times with his sword, then turned around and walked back.

Maybe it's a poor person like her!

I really can't afford to leave like this.

Qingmang took a lot of effort to lift the man up, and walked forward with his sword half-dragging and half-dragging his sword.

It was easy to find a village, Qingmang first smoothed the man's clothes, simply washed and changed clothes, and then searched for some dry food and water pads, and then returned to the thatched hut and found that the man had woken up.

He was sitting with his eyes closed.

Qingmang leaned against the wall, looking him up and down.

He sat up straight, his brow twisted into a pimple, and his forehead was slightly sweating, and it seemed that the pain was very hard.

Qingmang finally saw his appearance clearly, his hair was a little messy, his complexion was whiter than that of a person who practiced martial arts all year round, and a pair of sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns.

Thinking of that look last night, it made Qingmang's heart skip a beat.

He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, which looked very ordinary, but judging from the gems inlaid on the sword, it was priceless.

Who was he who fell alone and so badly wounded in the wilderness?

The seated person seemed to hear the movement and opened his eyes unhurriedly.

Qingmang didn't shy away from it, and laughed dryly, "Brother Tai, you are really fateful, if you don't meet me, I'm afraid you won't even be able to see the sun today." ”

"You kicked me two ribs." This person still has an expressionless and cold appearance, and his words are cold and impersonal.

Qing Mang's pretended smile froze on his face, "I said brother, I'm your savior!" Besides, in this wilderness, who doesn't have a defensive heart when they meet someone coldly?! ”

Qingmang became more and more angry the more he spoke, especially when he thought of being misunderstood by such a handsome man, "That's it, I didn't expect anything to repay the favor, and I deserved to save a kitten and a puppy." Hello do it yourself, drink this water and go your separate ways! ”