Obviously, the medicinal patterns that Xiao Hong is using now are still very stingy, and the reason is that the materials are limited, and the maker himself is in the stage of serious injury.

Even though his chest was uncomfortable and abnormal, as if it was about to burst, Xiao Hong's eyes were still cold, like a piercing ice fountain.

The corners of the mouth are also ticking non-stop.

However, the use of this medicine pattern to treat internal injuries is painful, but it still has some effect.

Half an hour passed, Xiao Hong stopped driving the medicine lines in his hand, and the originally stuffy chest finally came with a burst of refreshment, and his breathing was slightly smoother.

Wiping the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with his hand, Xiao Hong took the medicine pattern to heal the leg injury, and after driving, Xiao Hong endured the discomfort, mobilized the essence of the medicine pattern, and infiltrated it into the right leg little by little, trying to re-unseal the control force solidified in the right leg, only in this way can Xiao Hong continue to practice the control force, and only in this way can Xiao Hong be able to give full play to the strength of the fourth level of the great master.

However, just when Xiao Hong had just used the medicine pattern to relieve the right leg and return to normal, a sharp pain suddenly came from the big leg.

This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can endure at all, and it feels like countless hot steel needles piercing into the legs.

"Uhhhh

After enduring it for five minutes, Xiao Hong couldn't hold back any longer, and let out a howl, and the poignant voice was full of endless hatred, endless unwillingness and unyielding.

Looking at Xiao Hong again, the person was already lying flat on the overgrown ground, his pale face was full of dirt, sweat overflowing, and his eyes revealed endless coldness.

"Mohattan, Dawson, as long as I Xiao Hong doesn't die, I won't let you go, I swear. Xiao Hong was sweaty, weak, although his tone was light, but it was full of endless hatred, at this moment, the more painful Xiao Hong's body was, the more intense the hatred in his heart would be.

After just a few breaths, Xiao Hong sat up again, then gritted his teeth, endured extraordinary pain, and continued to treat his right leg.

Time came to night again, Xiao Hong had been tortured by pain and inhuman form, the treatment stopped for a whole day, Xiao Hong's face was bloodless, snow-white hair, even more scattered, up and down, covered with mud, except for that pair of eyes, I couldn't see at all, a few days ago, Xiao Hong was still the king of Lordaeron.

It is even more impossible to see that Xiao Hong has been jointly identified as a super war criminal in the Tiger Universe by the Chiyi Consortium, the New Beba Consortium and even the Asia Commonwealth, in an attempt to destroy Xiao Hong first and then quickly.

The evening breeze at the end of spring, still with a hint of coolness, blowing Xiao Hong's messy white hair, Xiao Hong's whole person was just like that, snuggled under the trunk, and the miscellaneous Gu around him had been crushed and ravaged by Xiao Hong's painful body, and Xiao Hong, who was covered in mud, just stared at the sky quietly, like a weak beast king.

There were also seven or eight gnawed wild fruit pits beside him.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Hong snuggled up to the trunk of the tree, and fell asleep in a daze, in his mind, it was still Mohattan's face, it was still a tragic battle, and there was nothing else, which couldn't help but wake Xiao Hong up from his sleep again and again.

And so it went on for three days.

Xiao Hong's internal injuries have almost healed, only the right leg, still like lead, although he has received some treatment, and let a small part of the right leg return to normal, but Xiao Hong is already the fourth level of the master, and the power in the body is already Pang "Qihang Text" is big, completely unsealed, it is not an overnight thing, if there is no excellent material to make the medicine pattern, it will take three or five months to say the least. ...,

And in the past few days, the huge pain that needs to be endured for treatment, spit out mouthfuls, is also a lot of consumption for Xiao Hong's weak body.

Grabbing the simple wooden staff, Xiao Hong slowly stood up, his body couldn't help shaking, and his eyes looked at the bottom of the mountain, Shidong Village in the distance, and the looming Xiaolong City.

"It seems that we have to find a place where there are people and settle down a little. Xiao Hong muttered to himself, Xiao Hong's top priority at the moment, in addition to hiding his body and protecting himself, is to treat his injuries as quickly as possible, seek entry, and then find a way to find the separated Lordaeron people and seek a chance to make a comeback.

With such an idea, Xiao Hong stumbled towards the bottom of the mountain with a cane and staggered.

Coming to the bridge cave where Zhenzhen lived before, Xiao Hong could see that Zhenzhen was no longer there, where she was going, I don't know, her face injury had been completely healed, and she should be able to start a new life, at least not like now.

Standing beside the stream and looking at the bridge hole, Xiao Hong walked across the quaint stone bridge with a cane and entered the village.

The whole Shidong Village, because it is close to Xiaolongcheng, is not the kind of poor and remote land, there are hundreds of households in the village, and on both sides of the road made of loess, one small shop after another is scattered on both sides.

On the streets, there is not much prosperity, but there is no lonely scene either, with an endless stream of villagers carrying hoes and children constantly coming and going from the grocery stores. Next to the small restaurant, a strong, rough-skinned man was drinking spirits, and sometimes the high voice of the village woman could be heard coming from the courtyard.

On the contrary, Xiao Hong, who has white hair, seems incompatible with the unique scene of this countryside.

In fact, Xiao Hong has also begun to be a little unfamiliar with such a scene, yes, in the Skyrim Province, Xiao Hong often went to the village, but in the capacity of the king, the last time is also the head of a county, high above, but now, Xiao Hong seems to have turned into a mortal, a refugee.

Looking at the side of the street slightly, the steaming buns had just come out of the cage, and Xiao Hong couldn't help but feel that his stomach was empty, these days, in the mountains, Xiao Hong almost only ate wild fruits, and the pain made Xiao Hong have no intention of hunting, and his weak body also needs nutritional supplements.

But when Xiao Hong flipped through his pocket, there was no half of a copper coin, yes, there was a gold storage pattern, but it was issued by the Skyrim Province, and there was no way to use it at all.

This is not surprising, the dignified king of Lordaeron, do you still need to bring money when you go out?! Time, Xiao Hong couldn't help but smile bitterly, and finally understood what a feathered phoenix is not as good as a chicken.

At this time, at Xiao Hong's big leg, there was suddenly a sharp pain without warning, which couldn't help but make Xiao Hong's brows frown slightly, and his body bowed slightly, as if he was enduring it.

Passing villagers, looking at the ragged and white-haired man in front of him, all showed strange eyes, this is another characteristic of the village, due to the relative closure, between the villagers and the villagers, even if they don't know each other, they are all familiar, and they come to a strange face, which naturally attracts attention.

The same villagers looked at Xiao Hong, and their first feeling was that they were homeless people.

"Mr. Whitehair. ”

Just when Xiao Hong was enduring the severe pain, a crisp voice suddenly came into Xiao Hong's ears, which couldn't help but make Xiao Hong a little familiar.

Turning his head slightly, Xiao Hong saw that Zhenzhen was standing at the door of the small restaurant on the street, her ragged clothes had been replaced by a tight pink apron, dressed as a waiter in a restaurant. ...,

At this moment, he waved warmly to Xiao Hong, and then like a pink rabbit, he came to Xiao Hong's side with a smoke, and stretched out his little hand to hold Xiao Hong's arm.

"Mr. Whitehair, are you alright?" asked Zhenzhen with concern.

"It's fine. Xiao Hong's answer was very concise, but a layer of sweat had oozed from his forehead.

"Hey, Jane, who are you talking to?"

At this moment, in the small restaurant, a middle-aged woman suddenly appeared, with a slightly bloated figure, half a cheap cigarette in her mouth, pinching her waist slightly, looking at Xiao Hong with a calm face, and the posture of a proprietor.

"Uh... , Auntie, he, he is my friend...... Zhenzhen looked at the middle-aged woman slightly, timidly, and her tone was very light and full of cowardice.

"Friend?" The middle-aged woman looked at Xiao Hong vigilantly, dressed in rags, unkempt, and stained with blood on the corners of her clothes.

"Zhenzhen, if you do chores at the eldest mother's house, the eldest mother will be responsible for you, and now in these years, there are so many dead liars who deceive the little girl, you have to ....... ”

Before the middle-aged woman could say the following words, Xiao Hong had already skimmed his head slightly, and his extremely cold gaze shot directly at the middle-aged woman, and at the same time, above his body, a coercive aura "Set sail on the corner of the street", and then soared.

Such a gaze and such a momentum couldn't help but make the middle-aged woman suddenly feel a chill, sweeping from the bottom of her heart, and letting the middle-aged woman's words go back.

The middle-aged woman's reaction was also jī Ling, and then she turned her head at the restaurant, and shouted: "Dog, you are stealing food again, how many times have I told you, take care of your mouth, believe it or not, I'll let you get out tomorrow!"

"Yo, this isn't Li Dong's house, you're a rare guest, come inside, please. ”

For a while, the middle-aged woman standing at the door had a grocery store with an expression on her face, sometimes with a cold eyebrow, sometimes with a flattering face.

"Mr. White-haired, don't hold a grudge against the eldest lady, although she is a bit engraved, but she is a very good person, she saw me lonely and miserable, let me do chores in her restaurant, take care of food and housing, and there are twenty copper coins a day. Zhenzhen whispered to Xiao Hong, and there was fear in her eyes, which had faded a lot, because she knew very well that she was able to get out of the predicament because of Xiao Hong's kindness.

"By the way, Mr. Whitehair, you seem to be feeling a little unwell right now, why don't you take a rest from me. Zhenzhen continued, and then couldn't help but say, and helped Xiao Hong to the side of the restaurant.

Xiao Hong did not refuse, in fact, now Xiao Hong really needs a place to settle down and cultivate, and his weak body seems to no longer allow Xiao Hong to toss endlessly.

At this moment, Xiao Hong was in great pain, both mentally and physically.