Zhang Wuregret sat in place and rested for an hour, after confirming that Huo Mingzhu's face had improved, Zhang Wuregret fed Huo Mingzhu a little bit of raw blood powder, and Zhang Wuregret still knew that he couldn't take more medicine, so after changing Huo Mingzhu medicine again, he hugged Huo Mingzhu to his chest, and then slowly walked back to the village.

Because Zhang Wuregret specially told everyone not to run around, and because many people saw Zhang Wuregret and Huo Mingzhu chasing out, everyone hid in their own houses, so there were actually few people who noticed Zhang Wuregret coming back for the first time, and Zhang Wuregret didn't talk to anyone, and ran straight to the village chief's house.

"Uncle Village Chief, please prepare a clean and quiet room, and tell the villagers not to approach in the last few days. Zhang Wuregret also expressed his gratitude after the old village chief said that he would let the west wing of his yard out, "Halfway up the mountainside ten miles west of the village, the demon beast that harms people is on the mountain, you can deal with it as you see how to deal with it." ”

Seeing that Zhang Wuregret seemed to be in a bad mood, and there was a strong smell of blood on his body, the old village chief did not delay any longer, and led Zhang Wuregret into the house, as for Huo Mingzhu, who was unconscious in his arms, he didn't dare to ask a word, and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Zhang Wuregret finally stopped holding back, coughed up the blood accumulated in his body, and placed Huo Mingzhu on the wooden bed, after half a day of pranayama, although the six holes in Zhang Wuregret's body have not healed, but they are no longer so uncomfortable, Zhang Wuregret estimates that he will be able to fully recover from his injuries in three or five days at most.

"It seems that I really don't care about the aura of heaven and earth. Zhang Wuregret looked at Huo Mingzhu who was unconscious, and smiled a little speechlessly, normal monk, even if these six wounds are afraid to die, not to mention the wounds that contain the power of the blood of demon beasts and the mottled aura of heaven and earth, as far as the mottled aura of heaven and earth scurries around in the body, I am afraid that it will be useless if it does not die.

There was nothing to say all night, Zhang Wuregret didn't even practice iron striking this night, just sat on the threshold in front of the house, the only time he got up was to feed Huo Mingzhu the pill in the middle of the night, and then changed the medicine for her again, although the people in the village seem to be very simple and kind, and for Zhang Wuregret, he is almost a powerless person, but Zhang Wuregret still doesn't dare to take it lightly, in the countless weird novels he reads, there are many heroes and monks, none of whom died in the hands of any master or demon, but died in the hands of some inconspicuous or close people, so Zhang Wuregret would rather be a little more vigilant than die inexplicably。

Because the old village chief deliberately suppressed the news of Zhang Wuregret's return, and claimed that Zhang Wuregret had a great victory and occasionally had the experience of retreating, so in the past two days, except for the village chief's wife who came to send two new sets of dresses and coarse tea and light rice, Zhang Wuregret almost stayed at home, not only to recuperate from his injuries, but also to take care of the unconscious Huo Mingzhu, the two days passed in a hurry, Zhang Wuregret did not practice iron striking in the past two days, but was constantly weaving and soaking the silk, after a few days of blood soaking, the original white and transparent silk of the silk has been exposed to a faint bright red inside, this step is actually the same process as the craftsman who built the foundation realm first soaked the material with true qi, but when it came to Zhang Wuregret, it became infected with blood.

"Alright, ready to start knitting. Zhang Wuregret shook his head, didn't sleep for three days in a row, and had to soak the hot silk in his hands every day against the injury, even Zhang Wuregret had some head swelling, but several years of craftsman work was not done in vain, even if the physical condition was not good, Zhang Wuregret's hand movements did not have a trace of stagnation, and straightened out the messy silk at a very fast speed, and then began to weave it with his hands.

"Well, the good thing is that I don't have to ask her. Zhang Wuregret laughed at himself while quickly weaving the things in his hand, because in the past two days, he helped Huo Mingzhu change his medicine and clothes, for Zhang Wuregret, who was born as a craftsman, there is no need to ask Huo Mingzhu's body size anymore, he already knows it well, "It's embarrassing to really ask, so it can be less embarrassing." ”

"When will I be able to make a spiritual weapon?" Zhang Wuregret looked at the silk in his hand that was woven into pieces by him little by little, and thought with some yearning, according to what he said above, when it comes to the weapons and tools of the spirit weapon level, not only can most of them become bigger and smaller with their minds, but even the possibility of giving birth to spiritual wisdom to speak, "When the time comes, will my childhood sweetheart Xiangyi also give birth to spiritual wisdom? Will they be very noisy? Do they need to cultivate?"

Just when Zhang Wuregret was still thinking about the boundless things, there was a sudden noise in the room behind him, and Zhang Wuregret, who was originally weaving the silk, also suddenly hit like an arrow, and Xiangyi in his hand was even held in his hand, if someone sneaked in, don't blame him for being polite.

And the people in the room also spoke out for the first time, although the voice was a little weak, but it was still Huo Mingzhu's voice: "It's me, don't get excited." And when Zhang Wuregret heard the voice, his hand was less than two inches away from Huo Mingzhu's heart, and if it was a little later, Zhang Wuregret might accidentally hurt Huo Mingzhu.

In fact, if it is Zhang Wuregret in a normal state, he will definitely react at the first time that Huo Mingzhu is awake, but he has not slept for several nights and his spirit has been in a state of high alert, and now Zhang Wuregret has looked depressed, and his spirit is naturally not so good。

"You're awake. Huo Mingzhu was also a little surprised when she heard Zhang Wuregret's voice, Zhang Wuregret's originally clear voice was a little hoarse at this time, and her expression was not as cheerful as she always saw, but her expression was a little sluggish, which she had never seen before.

"How is your body?" Zhang Wuregret saw that Huo Mingzhu didn't reply, and looked up and asked.

"It's much better, I feel like I'm a little bit better than before. Huo Mingzhu nodded, "You, haven't slept for a few days?"

"It's nothing, now that you're awake, I'll be able to sleep for a while. Zhang Wuregret waved his hand, he didn't have the habit of showing off anything in front of people, he just turned around silently and prepared to clean up the tools he had put in the yard, but when he turned around, his fingers still rushed towards Huo Mingzhu.

This time, Huo Mingzhu finally reacted, although he was still hit in the head by Zhang Wuregret with his finger.

"It's not in vain. Zhang Wuregret smiled and turned to leave.