When Shenhuan carried Blood Dance on his back, he found that Blood Dance's injuries were much more serious than what he saw!

Blood Dance was injured by a special combat skill, and there was a stagnant heat energy in his body, and Blood Dance's Qi was instinctively competing with this heat energy, trying to protect Blood Dance's body from harm.

As soon as he came into contact, Shen Huan found that in this tug-of-war, Blood Dance's Gang Qi was at a disadvantage! If he couldn't eliminate this heat energy, Blood Dance would inevitably die sooner or later!

Shenhuan no longer hesitated, and walked out of the big tent with the blood dance on his back, his body was like the wind, and he headed north!

"Wait...... Wait...... Wait a minute......" Shen Huan had just run out of the barracks when he heard the intermittent weak voice of blood dancing on his back, "Let me go back to the camp tent first...... I need to change my clothes...... I can't...... You can't walk in this man's clothes...... There is also the disfiguring mud...... I also...... Get it down ...... too."

This is completely unbelievable in Shenhuan's opinion, and a person whose half life is still hanging on the door of the ghost is still in the mood to care about clothes and disguised mud!

Though incomprehensible, Shenhuan carried Blood Dance back to her tent.

The front-line military camp arranged a resting tent for the people of the Bloody Clothes Battalion in the northwest corner of the camp, and while it was time for the Blood Dance to change clothes, Shenhuan also went back to his tent to change his clothes, and removed the disguised mud on his face.

After Shen Huan came out, he stood in front of the camp of Blood Dance for a long time, but he didn't hear any movement inside, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

"Blood Dance?" Shen Huan shouted tentatively.

There was no answer in the tent.

Shen Huan, who was puzzled, didn't think much about it, and opened the curtain to enter Blood Dance's tent, only to find that Blood Dance had fainted on the ground!

The disguised mud on Blood Dance's face had been removed, and she had regained her original beautiful appearance.

This is a face that is so delicate that people can't find a single flaw, different from the softness of ordinary women, and the perennial bloody career makes Blood Dance exude a knife-like aura even in a coma. The heat in Blood Dance's body could make Blood Dance's face with a delicate flush at this moment, full of fatal temptation.

Like a thorny rose!

This was the first time Shen Huan had seen the appearance of Blood Dance. In the past, the Blood Dance was to half-hide his face under a black veil, so that people could not see it really.

Blood Dance's black tights and trench coat were scattered on the ground, and it seemed that she had fainted from the heat in her body when she went to retrieve her clothes after removing the disguised mud.

Shen Huan put his hand on Blood Dance's forehead, and a faint Gang Qi leaked out of Shen Huan's palm, circulating in Blood Dance's body for a week.

The heat energy tried to hit her mind, and this heat energy seemed to have a spiritual nature, focusing on the weak links in her body's Gang Qi defenses. If this is the case, the time for which her passive defensive Gang Qi can support will be further shortened. What's worse is that her trauma has not been treated, and the wound is still bleeding!"

However, thinking about it, Shenhuan was also relieved. Blood Dance is in the way she looks now, and she will never be able to deal with her wounds by herself. According to the consistent work habits of the people of the Bloody Clothes Camp, it is already considered benevolent and righteous to be able to bring the seriously injured Blood Dance to the big tent, so how can it be possible to deal with her external injuries?

"The trauma had to be treated first, otherwise her condition would have deteriorated further. Shenhuan immediately made a decision, took out the wound medicine he was carrying, and was about to deal with it, but he made a difficulty.

Shen Huan was already very skilled in dealing with simple external injuries, but it was all for Tu Lie, Zhuo Qing and himself, and now he was facing a woman.

Shenhuan was born in a well-known family and received good moral and etiquette education since childhood. Although the experience over the years has made Shenhuan not rigidly stick to those rules, it is impossible for Shenhuan to act on a woman without psychological barriers at all.

"That's it. I'm here to save her life, and she shouldn't blame me when she wakes up. Shen Huan persuaded himself.

Shen Huan, who had made up his mind, slowly untied the heavy armor on Blood Dance's body, revealing the undershirt that had been stained red with blood inside. Shen Huan pulled away her dark red undershirt from the collar of the blood dance, and as soon as he saw a piece of snow white, Shen Huan immediately closed his eyes.

"Don't look at indecency, don't look at indecency. Shenhuan silently recited it twice in his heart, and a bead of sweat the size of a bean fell on his forehead.

Shenhuan's embarrassed appearance, if Zhuo Qing sees it, he will definitely be able to find good creative inspiration.

Shen Huan's hand revealed another breath, sensing the location of the external injuries on Blood Dance's body, and after confirming it again and again, Shen Huan slid one hand against Blood Dance's mutton fat white jade-like skin, completely removing Blood Dance's blood-stained clothes, and slowly sprinkled the wound medicine on Blood Dance's wound with the other hand.

After the wound medicine was applied, Shenhuan bandaged the blood dance again. During the whole process, Shenhuan never opened his eyes.

Shen Huan grabbed Blood Dance's black tights with one hand, and after a period of scramble and dodging, Shen Huan finally put on clothes for Blood Dance.

"Huh......" Shenhuan opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. It's just dealing with some trauma, but Shenhuan feels more tired than fighting with people.

Although the trauma has been treated, it may not be a matter of time for Blood Dance to wake up. Shen Huan picked up Blood Dance and gently placed it on her bed, while he found a chair and sat down.

Waiting was boring, and Shen Huan sat in that chair and fell asleep before he knew it.

By the time Shenhuan was awakened by a slight noise, Blood Dance had woken up and was struggling to sit up.

Shen Huan immediately walked over and helped her up.

"Thank you. Blood Dance's voice was still very weak, she looked at the clothes she had already put on, and touched the bandaged wounds on her body through the clothes, and her face suddenly became very ugly.

"This wound...... You handled it? And the clothes...... You changed it too?" asked Blood Dance with a trembling voice.

"Yes. Shen Huan confessed.

"You, you, you......" Seeing Shenhuan admit so refreshingly, Blood Dance's face instantly turned red.

A woman is a woman after all, even a woman who walks in the dark all day long and has countless bloody hands, she can't get rid of her nature.

Blood Dance was ashamed and angry, gritted his teeth, reached out and slapped Shen Huan hard, but Shen Huan easily avoided it.

"You bastard!" At this moment, Blood Dance is just an angry little woman, and she is no longer the elite killer of the Bloody Clothes Battalion.

Shenhuan was a little depressed. Shen Huan treats Blood Dance's injuries in order to save Blood Dance's life, and he didn't think that Blood Dance would be angry about it, but the plot is completely different from the script he envisioned.

Although Shen Huan's eyes were always closed, contact between his hands was inevitable, and Shen Huan felt that he had been rude first, so no matter how angry Blood Dance was, he couldn't refute it.

"You, get out, never let me see you, or I'll kill you!" Blood Dance was furious, but his injuries were serious, and he couldn't make any effective attacks, so he could only speak ill of him.

Shen Huan didn't speak, turned around and left the tent.

Shenhuan still remembers what Zhuo Qing once said to the angry woman - "A woman is angry all her life, she can't listen to the great truth, and no matter how much she spends her lips and tongue, it will not help." Therefore, it is better to let her be quiet, calm down, and then there will be room for conversation and thinking. ”

After Shenhuan left, Blood Dance shrank aggrievedly on the bed and hugged herself.

As early as when Blooddy gave her the task of approaching Shenhuan, Blood Dance had expected that one day she would be taken advantage of by Shenhuan. But throughout the process of contact with Shenhuan, Blood Dance found that Shenhuan didn't seem to have any interest in women, and she gradually relaxed.

And now...... Blood Dance didn't want to think about what had happened in her coma...... The great grievance in his heart made Blood Dance shrink on the bed and bury her head and sobble for the first time in her life.

The next day, when Shenhuan walked into the camp of Blood Dance again, Blood Dance had already woken up.

"What are you doing!" As soon as Blood Dance saw Shen Huan, her face immediately turned red again, and her voice became much sharper. This is not so much an inquiry as an expulsion.

"Take you to the extreme northern snowfield to seek medical treatment. Shen Huan calmly agreed, "The heat energy in your body cannot be dissolved by your own qi. Bloody clothes said that it needed the 'chilling cicada ice spirit' of the Great Snow Field to be treated. If you don't want to die, you'll have to go through a snowy field. ”

"My life is mine, what do you have to do with it!" Although Blood Dance was a little less angry than yesterday, his attitude towards Shenhuan was still bad.

"I don't care, my life is yours. My deal with Xuanzhou is over, so I'm sorry for it. ”

Hearing that Shenhuan was leaving, Blood Dance panicked, and blurted out before he could think about it, "I'm going to the Great Snow Field!"