Chapter 153: Tired Night

Jin Wuxi fell, the sunset scorched the sky, and in the gradually dimming time, on the ground covered by a thin layer of falling snow, the elven prince whose chest was covered with a large layer of pitch-black rock finally let out a painful groan, dragged his body and turned over in the snow, the bones in his chest made a penetrating 'pop' sound, and a layer of sweat beads appeared on his handsome face like a god in pain, and his mouth opened wide in pain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After reluctantly raising his head for a while, he endured a burst of severe pain and glanced at his hideous injury, and lay on the ground again weakly, suppressing his desire to breathe, puffing out the cold air into his lungs in small sips, squinting and feeling that there was no major injury in his internal organs, his trembling hand groped out a leaf with a green light from the somewhat broken pocket on his side, and carefully held it in his mouth. The intense pain and weakness almost brought him unconscious again.

At the entrance of the leaf, the green light gradually spreads, turning into a cold clear stream, down the throat, directly to the internal organs, after circling in the internal organs for a week, it begins to disperse outside the body, when it comes into contact with the terrifying injury on the chest, it seems to have wisdom all converged on the chest of the elf, the dry and hard magma turned into a rock fell off little by little, with the breath of the elf prince, the green light full of vitality slowly dimmed, and gradually the exposed crisp sternum turned back to white, and a small muscle also spread out from both sides, Although the injury still looked ugly and terrible, it was much better than just now, in a low moan and fine sweat, he slowly sat up, tore off the tattered leather armor on his body, revealing the elf's slightly thin but absolutely powerful body, bare back, pulled out a smooth white cloth from the pocket on his waist, raised his hand, twisted his face, and spent nearly 20 minutes wrapped in his body with difficulty, sitting in the snow with his eyes closed, gasping for breath.

Shaking off the sweat on his head, the elf, who has always been known for his elegance and nobility, regardless of his shirtless body, his hair was scattered, and his pants were full of filth, he shivered in embarrassment, gritted his teeth and stood up, took two steps back, squeezed his eyes fiercely, and looked at the snow around him in confusion with a blackened vision.

What caught his eye was a battlefield covered with thin snow, and the mercenary captain beside him was spread out on the ground in a big word, and the unconscious middle-aged mercenary in front of him fell to the ground like a piece of charcoal, fortunately, his slightly undulating chest also indicated that he had not yet entered the realm of the dead.

Farther away, stimulated by a familiar breath, the elf prince was startled, and subconsciously wanted to take out his longbow, his arm moved and let out a painful snort, rewinding the same memory back, the elf prince let out a long breath, and then looked at the old man who fell to the ground in disbelief and lost his breath of life, and then looked at the girl next to him who was still twitching slightly, the high temperature made the thin snow around her turn into snow water, and her whole body was a dirty mess.

Legolas thought about it, looked at the bandages on his upper body, pursed his chapped lips, and after estimating the injuries of these comrades with his breath, he slowly walked towards Gu Jianjun, who seemed to be seriously injured, standing in front of the other party's scorched body, gasping for a few breaths, a faint ache all over his body, grinning very out of shape, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, feeling a crystal green leaf that he had just treated, crumbling it, and sprinkling it on Gu Jianjun's body, The scorched black on this tall man's body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, even the burned bones kept shaking off the black ash, and the muscles grew again, Legolas glanced at the other party's recovery speed with envy, and slowly sat down on the snow, he really didn't have any strength to support his body.

"Wow... Really stepping on a horse... The first time Gu Jianjun woke up, he felt the sharp pain in his arms, and scolded with a big grin, "Oh? Legolas... Hmm, it's full of natural breath. ”

"Haha, Lou Gu, you saved me, if it weren't for you, Saruman would definitely burn me directly." The elf smiled kindly, closed his eyes, and slowly recovered from his injuries with the help of the grass beneath him.

"Hah, you guy。。。。。 It's Lao Gu, not 'Lou Gu', forget it, Xiao Xie and Xiao Jing, hmm... It's still like this.。。。。 I knew that every time they finished a fight, they looked like they were half dead. "Gu Jianjun slightly felt that there was basically no big problem with the life state of the two, but after the serious loss of strength, he looked at his arms that were slowly growing in the severe pain of thousands of needles, and also sat down in front of Legolas, his medicine was almost used up, and only one was left to save his life, which was extremely valuable. After making sure that his teammates are no longer in danger of death, there is no need to take out this level of medicine to consume, just wait for his own recovery, and urge the injury on his right arm to recover, and after his right hand is basically grown, Gu Jianjun walked to Xie Meng's side with a sweat, picked up the white-haired young man like a cartilage snake, and put it next to the elf prince, and after resting for a while, he fished Zhang Yinyuan over, and waited for his left hand to fully recover, and then dragged Saruman's body over and threw it on the ground, because the state of the group was too poor, Gu Jianjun estimated that even if a hobbit ran out now, he could slaughter a few of them, simply threw the steaming Zhang Yinyuan in the middle as a bonfire for night heating, and after a while, he felt a little strength in his body, and took out some high-energy compressed food and ate it with the elf prince, it turned out that the elves who were hungry for fruits all the way were also acceptable to these 'hard to swallow' human things, but their facial expressions were more weird.

In the second half of the night, Zhang Yinyuan also got up groggy, the maddening pain finally disappeared, and most of his mana was restored, he shook his head, observed the surrounding environment, and looked at the ancient Jianjun Dao who wanted to take out two matchsticks to support his eyelids.

"Uncle Gu?"

"Hmmm... Well? Oh... Xiaojing woke up... ”

"Uh... Yes, Uncle Gu, I see that your eyes are about to be cross-eyed, so let's sleep. ”

"Well, no... Forget it, I'm really sleepy too, you will keep it. ”

Taking over the squad of Gu Jianjun, who was fighting mentally and keeping vigil, this strong middle-aged man who was extremely mentally and physically exhausted was relieved and finally lay on the ground and fell asleep deeply.

Zhang Yinyuan pinched his eyebrows, glanced at the people around him by the bright starlight, sat on Saruman's corpse, touched his mouth full of rotten teeth, and smiled bitterly.

(Isn't this mouth the hardest part to hurt?) Why did I have all kinds of rotten mouths from the beginning? . . . ）