The broken thorny branch on the ground was still stained with her blood, and his eyes darkened a little.

With a strong body to support her, Sierra didn't have to spend any effort to get to Nelson.

He collapsed under the hemlock, staring at the sky without any emotion, and Eric kicked his body, his noodle-like neck poked aside by a broken bone.

"He's dead."

Saying this, the young Eric was calm, and he also comforted the girl in his arms in a low voice, "It's me who is heavy, don't be afraid." ”

He feared that his incredible strength would scare her, but Serra's idea was completely unexpected.

"I'm not afraid, it's not something you did." She hugged his waist with one hand, and pressed her hand into a fist against his chest, "I'll solve this problem." ”

She wants to take the whole matter on herself, but it's an accident after he gets out of control.

Eric lowered his head, his immature face was rarely cold, "I'll send you back first, and then I'll come back to solve the problem." ”

Psychologically, he didn't want Serra to face this kind of thing.

Werewolves have many ways to solve problems, and destroying corpses is not a difficult task for them, but Sierra doesn't want to get him in trouble.

"Then we'll solve it together." She pointed to the spotted horse that fell next to her, "I fell off that horse before, and it suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed, I don't think it was an accident. ”

Eric has his own set of experience in caring for horses, and he helps Sierra up, "Can you stand up straight?" ”

"Yes." Serra nodded, "Don't worry. ”

He walked over to Dalmatian and crouched down, a strange smell of herbs mixed with an unpleasant smell that gave Eric an answer.

"It's rhubarb." He tilted his head indifferently.

"What?" Serra's knowledge touches on the blind spot.

"A plant that horses eat can cause salivation, tremors, and even kidney failure." Eric looked up at her, his voice suppressing anger, "Your horse was not frightened by the sound of gunfire, it was stomach colic that made it unusually uncomfortable. ”

The horse, which was not yet dead, had round and prominent black eyes, and looked a little more aggrieved.

Sierra was also shocked by Nelson's madness, she had never met such a madman who did not follow her duties here, and bad men had their own gentlemanly manners.

Nelson can do this kind of thing for his own sake, because he is used to fighting and plundering outside, and he has lost the shackles of rules and has become a lawless villain.

Her mind spun around, and she dragged her injured leg slowly, kicking a rock on her toes, and her body shook and almost fell again.

Eric hurried over to hold her, "Be careful. ”

"I ask you." Serra grabbed his sleeve tightly, "If the horse accidentally ate rhubarb and went out of control, Nelson accidentally broke my neck by a horse's hooves in order to help me, and I fell off the horse and was injured, and you galloped back at the critical moment to help control the horse, is this reason valid?" ”

"Yes, excessive consumption of rhubarb can make horses hurt so much that they go crazy and cause epilepsy, and it is normal to lose control." Eric whispered, "But why..."

"Going to lie?" She stared at his brown amber eyes and whispered, "Because I can't lose you, you can't be surprised." ”

Like a confession and vague and ambiguous words, Eric's heartbeat slowed down, "Can't you lose me..."

"We're good friends." Sierra ignored the emotion in his eyes, and smiled on his pale face.

At this moment, he really wanted to hold her face and kiss her, but reason was forcibly suppressed in action.

"Then do it, it's just scumbag anyway." Eric touched her pale face, fingers touched her neck, and untied the white silk scarf.

The little strawberry I planted last night is still printed on it, a small piece of light red.

He restrained himself from rubbing his thumb there, and Serra blinked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Did you remember anything about being drunk last night?"

"Well, a little bit of fragmentation." "But I think it's a bit fake, it's more like a dream after I'm drunk," Serra said honestly. ”

"What dream?" Eric crouched down and lifted the hem of her skirt, following the trail of blood for the wound.

"You took me to jump out of the window and go to the top of an oak tree dozens of meters high to see the moon."

Feeling his fingertips move up and down his legs, Selasser flinched and said squeamishly, "Itchy." ”

The touch in his hand was excellent, and Eric didn't have that kind of idea, he ran the silk scarf through her leg and circled the wound twice.

"I'm going to use your silk scarf to stop the bleeding simply, the wound is a bit big."

Sierra stood unsteadily against the tree, her scarf pressed against the wound, and she hissed to pull back the leg he had caught.

"It hurts."

"Don't move, it's a little bit of a way back here, you can't keep bleeding back like this." Eric grabbed her thighs and began to knot in his hands.

"Then you tap it." Serra said aggrievedly, "You must have pinched my legs red." ”

Eric, who had a wooden head, reacted in hindsight, pinching a girl's thigh to stop her bleeding, how astringent and offensive the picture was.

The two well-proportioned and straight legs were in front of him, and he let go of the hand that was holding her, and sure enough, he found that he had left red fingerprints on the white and tender skin.

Serra's skin was just like hers, squeamish and fragile, he had known it for a long time.

"I'm sorry." Eric's breathing became rapid.

He didn't dare to look at the curves again, hidden under the hem of his skirt, and helped her quickly wrap up the wound with red ears and stood up, "I'll call the doctor to deal with it later." ”

Serra straightened the hem of her skirt, noticed the big cut in the back, and whispered, "You helped me pick up the shawl, the back of my skirt is also torn." ”

Eric went to pick up her plaid scarf again, and he wanted her to wrap her hips by herself, but the girl leaning against the trunk of the tree threw herself into his arms first, complaining, "The trunk of the tree hurts my back, you can help me." ”

She only had a leg injury, but her hand was not broken, and this deliberate attempt to seduce Eric did not feel wrong at all, but with concern carefully unfolded the square scarf around her waist and tied a knot on the side.

Seeing that he had done all this, Serra also commented, "You are like tying wood, the knots are so ugly, are you tied to my legs like this?" ”

Eric hugged her waist and whispered, "No one will find it ugly under the skirt, and you can teach me what you like next time." ”

Serra nodded, "Okay." ”

Only then did she suddenly remember, "By the way, what about Annahi?" She didn't come back with you? ”

"My horse who had calmed her came back first, and the bushes were easy to identify." Eric glanced in the direction of the bushes and then at the Spotted Horse that had fallen to the ground, "I'll have to call someone to help, this horse might be able to be saved." ”