In just an instant, Wei Zhenhui returned to his former coldness, "The wind is strong, and the eyes are snowflakes." After saying that, he took a step away from his long legs, pulled her up and continued to walk.

Although the pain just now was only for a moment, Wei Zhenhui knew that it had indeed happened.

When the sun rose in mid-sky, Su Mian and the others immediately reached the top of the mountain.

It is recorded in the book that the golden grass likes to grow on the cliffs of the high mountains, and its roots are rooted in the snow that does not melt all year round, and the scorching sun is swaying in the wind overhead.

"Do you know the golden grass?" Wei Zhenhui began to pay attention to the plants on the mountain.

"I haven't seen it, but I've seen pictures of it in medical books." After Su Mian finished speaking, a green herb appeared in front of her, and she knew that this was the golden grass.

Her current mental power could completely let her know what any herb looked like.

They rashly went up the mountain to look for it this time, and Su Mian was just trying his luck. Since Wenwen didn't stop it, maybe they could find it.

At this time, Su Mian raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and suddenly stopped, on the top of the mountain, a golden grass was standing in the wind.

"Golden Grass!" After Su Mian finished speaking, he broke free of Wei Zhenhui's hand, pulled his legs and ran to the top of the mountain.

"Be careful, the road is slippery!" Wei Zhenhui also ran up after speaking, thinking that Su Mian's speed he could easily catch up, but he didn't expect this girl's speed to be amazing, he ran to the top of the mountain and was a few steps behind her.

Under the sun, the golden grass is verdant and verdant isolated on the edge of the white cliff, and there is a kind of beauty of independence in the world.

Su Mian took two quick steps, stretched out her hand and was about to pick, when a white shadow rushed towards her.

"Su Mian, come back quickly, there are wolves!" Wei Zhenhui took a few arrow steps and flew towards the wolf.

Su Mian hadn't touched the golden grass yet, her body was stunned, and the moment she turned her head, she felt a white shadow coming overwhelmingly.

The white wolf seemed to know that Wei Zhenhui was extraordinary, so he jumped in the air, and actually avoided Wei Zhenhui's fatal blow and went straight to Su Mian's neck.

Su Mian's physical fitness was improved, and she practiced Tai Chi again, when she saw the white wolf pounce, she decisively made a spin on the ground, her left leg was forceful, and her right leg kicked towards the white wolf.

The white wolf deftly jumped to dodge Su Mian's kick, tilted his head and bit Su Mian's ankle.

"Su Mian!" Wei Zhenhui shouted, and when he approached, he slashed at the white wolf's face, and the white wolf whimpered and killed him on the spot.

Su Mian only felt a sharp heart-rending pain coming from her ankle.

"How? Let me see. Wei Zhenhui knelt on the ground, rolled up Su Mian's cotton pants, and the two blood holes on his right leg were gushing out one by one.

"Get the hemostatic medicine!" Wei Zhenhui commanded, and his face became even colder.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." After Su Mian finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and stood up.

Wei Zhenhui helped her bandage with a cold face, and his thumb deliberately pressed on the wound.

"Ahh Su Mian narrowed her eyes and her eyebrows were together.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Wei Zhenhui glanced at her dissatisfied, and the movements of his hands slowed down a lot, for fear of touching the wound again.

"Let the warriors see, there should still be a golden grass on the cliff." Su Mian closed her eyes, and she was still thinking about the golden grass in her heart, they were so easy to come up, and they could bring it back if they could.

"You have a good rest, and I'll take care of the rest." Wei Zhenhui's face did not heal, and the temperament exuding from his body was even more cold.

At that moment, he was actually scared.

As an iron-blooded soldier, he was never afraid of the enemy's bayonets and steel guns, he was not afraid of the enemy besieging them on a desert island at more than minus 40 degrees Celsius, and he was not afraid of the opponent holding a knife to his neck on a confidential mission.