Li Jinghua was carried out of the courtyard by the man in black and walked onto the path at the head of the village.

At this time, the dew is heavy, and the autumn wind is blowing non-stop, as if to blow the chill into the depths of people's bones.

Look at the north wind, tomorrow it will be frosty...... Li Jinghua thought.

Her hands and feet were already cold and stiff, and the lower abdomen that had been hit earlier was even more painful like pins and needles.

However, she still closed her eyes, relaxed her hands and feet as much as possible, and pretended that she was still in a coma.

The man in black is indeed a top master, and the wound between his eyebrows, he only sprinkled some wound medicine to stop the bleeding. Injured like that, carrying a person and running, he also looked like he was lifting weights, and his breath was surprisingly stable. Li Jinghua asked herself, with her skills in her previous life, she couldn't do it.

Ancient martial arts are indeed more sophisticated than modern martial arts.

Li Jinghua, who had his eyes closed, was feeling the direction of the man in black, and at this time, the man in black should have turned straight back from the path between the villages, and went to Bailan Mountain at the back of Yejia Village.

The air in the mountains became more and more damp and cold, and she didn't think about saving herself, but she was afraid that she would freeze to death, but the moment she was knocked unconscious, she had lost it, and she had no weapon in her hands......

Li Jinghua's brain was running rapidly, and according to the strength of the bumps, he wanted to reach the branches at hand......

However, the man in black was running too fast, and she had to pretend to be unconscious, and she had no leverage in her hands, and several attempts ended in failure.

Just as Li Jinghua was about to give up, he suddenly heard a sharp whistling of sharp weapons tearing through the air behind his head.

"Poof"!

A sharp weapon stabbed the man in black in the back of the head. Blood spurted.

The man in black fell.

Li Jinghua rolled on the spot, unloaded the force of the fall, and then got up from the dead branches and leaves.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes." Li Jinghua looked at the tall and thin figure quickly approaching, and his expression slowed down: "Xiao Yao, if you come later, I'm afraid that it will be my corpse that is intercepted." ”

"Why?" Xiao Yao, who was facing the starlight, stood straight, looking at the little man sitting on the ground who kept breathing on his hands, rubbing his hands again and again, in order to keep warm, and he was cold.

Hands are no longer stiff.

"I'm delicate, I can't stand the cold, I want to survive, I will definitely do my best to save myself, but I can't beat the assassin, but I don't kill myself. You saved my life. Li Jinghua raised his head, bent his eyes, and raised his hands that were sparsely scratched by the branches, and could hardly find a little good meat.

"You ......" Xiao Yao was stunned: "Why did you get hurt like this?" ”

"I was going to break a branch to attack him, but I didn't have enough strength, and my hands were so stiff that I couldn't even break a thumb-sized branch." Li Jinghua's expression was indifferent, as if her hands were scratched, not herself: "Is there any medicine?" ”

"Yes." Xiao Yao's response was also very indifferent.

It wasn't until he handed the wound medicine to Li Jinghua that Xiao Yao reacted - how could the daughter of the Hou family's family give him an illusion of being a companion on the battlefield?

Xiao Yao glanced at Li Jinghua, who was taking medicine for injuries, and his heart was full of doubts: How can an ordinary peasant girl deal with wounds so skillfully?

After a while, Li Jinghua stretched out his hand towards Xiao Yao: "Your feet are stiff, borrow strength." ”

This feeling of naturalness and non-pretense suddenly seems to be a close comrade. The indifference on Xiao Yao's face eased slightly, and he stretched out his hand.

Li Jinghua took Xiao Yao's hand and took advantage of his strength.

Peeking at the girl in front of her, who was not a girl, her expression was downcast and generous, and the corners of Xiao Yao's lips were slightly raised.