Mo He came back to his senses from his memories and looked at Shaanna. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Shaanna was helpless against the bolt.

Healing magic couldn't dissolve the bolt stuck in the officer's side, someone had to pull it out.

So Mo He stood up and walked up to Shaanna and asked:

"Shaana, do you need help?"

"Uh-huh, Uncle Mohe, help me pull out this arrow. ”

The little girl stretched out her hands intently and prepared next to the crossbow arrows.

Mo He knew that the little guy was preparing to release the healing magic when he pulled out the arrow to prevent the injured from losing a lot of blood.

Mo He pressed the body near the arrow with a little force with one hand, and pinched the arrow with two fingers with the other.

He turned the arrow slightly at an extremely slow speed, and his extremely concentrated spirit seemed to follow the arrow into the wounded person's body, and Mo He drew in his mind the part of the flesh around the arrow inserted into his body through the slight resistance of the arrow's rotation.

Whew! Mo He exhaled softly. There is no injury to any meridian blood vessels around the arrow, and you don't have to worry about breaking the blood vessels and causing heavy bleeding when you pull them out.

He kept his whole hand as close as possible to where the arrow had hit the flesh.

Hold......

Hold one's breath......

Burst!

The bolt was pulled out at once.

The action is done in one go and is clean.

When the arrow came out, it only brought out a little blood, which was not serious.

The little girl saw it clearly, and the white light of her hands lit up, covering the entire area of the arrow wound, and the bloody hole made by the arrow was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally only a scar was left in place.

This kind of magical thing, Mo He has watched Sha Anna perform countless times, but every time he watches it, it still makes people feel extremely magical.

After finishing the treatment, Shaanna was already tired and sweating, and her back was also sweaty.

Mo He helped Sha Anna wipe her sweat, and the two took a short rest, and then dragged the wounded officer to find water elsewhere together.

I rushed to the battlefield ruins early in the morning to find treasures, and I haven't eaten anything yet, Mo He and Sha Anna are going to replenish water and cook, and clean themselves by the way.

Lying on a stretcher, Wren had a nightmare in which he dreamed that all the friends he had grown up with had died, and they had all fallen into the abyss of hell that suddenly appeared, and he fell down when he reached out to save his friends.

But the abyss was so deep that he kept falling and falling down, and suddenly he woke up.

It was so dark around him, and he felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he didn't open them even when he had the strength to feed, as if something was sticking to his eyelids.

He felt so tired that he noticed that he was weak, he had difficulty breathing, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with mud, and it took him a long time to spit out the breath in his stomach.

There was a tingling pain in his right rib as he breathed harder, which slowed his breathing and made him feel a little better.

A little girl's sweet song rang out: "Sir, I want a cake!"

Then a young man's voice went on to sing: "Okay, Miss, here's your cake!"

Little Girl's Voice: Sir, I want some cheese!

Man: Okay, Miss, here's your cheese!

Little Girl: I still want lots and lots of chicken and sausages!

Man: Okay, okay, miss, here's your chicken and sausage!

Little Girl: Mmmmmmmmmm

Man: Mm-hmm, eat them all!

Little Girl: Ah, I'd like to ask for it again!

Man: Uh-huh, okay miss, here's your cake, cheese, chicken, and sausage!

Little Girl: Uh-huh, eat, eat, eat, I want to have it again!

Man: Hohoho, Hohoho, Miss is really a good belly!

Little Girl: Hahahaha, hahahaha, I'm a good girl from the dwarf clan!

This is... Is this the "I'm a good girl of the dwarves" often heard in the mercenary bar? Wren remembers going to the mercenary bar when he was a child, and he often heard this song.

Who is it? Who is this little girl and young man? Where is he? The only thing Wren has no trouble doing now is asking questions in his head.

Rustling, the sound is the sound of dragging a heavy object against the ground.

What are they dragging on? No, I'm dragging on the ground. Wren now finally knows his situation. He was lying on his stomach and being dragged on the floor. The lower half of the body is completely numb, and if you don't feel it carefully, you don't notice that your ass has been being clucked by the uneven ground.

Where am I going? Where am I going to be dragged to? How am I going to be dragged along? Wren's mind was racing, trying to find some clues out of his head.

Oh yes, remembered. I was hit by an arrow, and then I don't remember. What happened to the others? The others! They, they're all dead...

An inexplicable heartache flowed through Wren's body, making his whole body even weaker.

I remembered that I led the army and led everyone in battle. Surrounded, tricked, all dead, all dead!

The eyes were hot, and something went out under the eyelids, all the way down to the tip of the chin, and then it fell.

Wren began to sob, crying like a child whose beloved toy had been snatched away and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Uncle Mohe! The man woke up. The little girl's voice rang out.

"Oh, leave him alone, let's hurry, we're almost there." I heard the sound of water. "Young people's voices.

"Okay, Uncle Mohe!" the little girl's voice said.

Wren, who heard the voice, not only did not stop crying, but sobbed even more unbridledly. For a moment, he wished someone would comfort him, but he knew that he was not at home and that no one would come to sympathize with him.

"Uncle, you're fine. I've helped you heal your wounds. The little girl's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"Shaanna, come, water! help him wipe his eyes and face. The young man's voice came from far and near, and he also came to his side, and Wren noticed it.

After a while, his face felt cold, and then his eyes, his movements were very light, and although he couldn't see it, Wren felt extremely relieved.

The wiped eyes blinked instinctively, and they were able to see things. Blinking her eyes quickly and adapting to the light, there was a blurred figure of a little girl in front of her, which slowly became clear.

He has blonde hair, blue eyes on one side and yellow eyes on the other, and is about six years old.

Behind the girl was a young man, with black hair and dark eyes, and those eyes were staring at him motionlessly.

Those eyes didn't have any sparkle, but instinct told Wren that if he dared to act rashly, those eyes would immediately erupt into fire and burn himself to the ground.

"Ahh Yes... He wanted to say, "Who are you?" but found that his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make the sound he wanted.

"Shaana, feed him some water and see what he has to say. The young man beside the girl handed the little girl a water bladder, which was so broken that it could not be broken again, and had been patched in five or six places.

The mouth of the water bladder stretched out, and Wren smelled a fishy odor, and he forced himself to drink the water in the water bladder.

The water is cool in the mouth and sweet when poured into the throat. He desperately raised his head and greedily wanted to drink the water in his bag. It took him a while before he came back to his senses, and he seemed to have lost his temper.

Then he resisted the urge to continue drinking water, and left the mouth of the water bladder.

"All right, Shaanna, you go wash your little flower's face too, and then prepare something to eat.

Let me talk to this uncle. Mo He gently touched the little girl's head and said.

"Okay, Uncle Mo He!" The little girl squinted like a well-behaved kitten, enjoying Mo He's touch.

After agreeing to Mo He, she opened her eyes, quickly picked up a rag on the ground that was as black as carbon, and trotted away.

Wren's wide-eyed eyes were fixed on the rag until it entered the dead end of his eye.