What happened after that was completely unexpected.

He actually put down the remaining ancient warriors in a few clicks.

The brave and combative man slowly slid down against the wall, and even the blood stains could not hide the smile in his eyes.

But the smile quickly turned to consternation.

He saw the swarm of bees in the sky fly around the corpses twice and then quickly move away, and he saw the swarm of snakes on the ground turn around and return to the grass.

He also heard that the wind had stopped.

At this time, the tapping sound of sandals sounded, and Jing Shuo, who had no strength to turn his head, could only look ahead.

"Have you contacted a friend?" The voice in the ears is soft, with the delicacy of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Jing Shuo nodded imperceptibly.

Qian Xia thought for a while, "You wait here, I'll find you some herbs back." ”

This man was badly wounded, and if he had been allowed to bleed, he might not have survived the rescue of his companions.

Xuanwu Mountain is not well developed, and there are a lot of rare herbs here, and it is worth mentioning that these herbs are particularly old because they have no "natural enemies".

The little nun who has lived here since she was a child is not familiar with Xuanwu Mountain, so it didn't take much effort for Qian Xia to find some catechu.

Catechu, deciduous tree, has the effect of invigorating blood and healing, hemostasis and muscle building, and is mainly used to treat bruises, pain, bleeding, etc. It can be taken internally or externally.

This is also the reason why Qian Xia takes a fancy to it.

Now there is no condition for internal use, and it can only be used externally.

Coming back with herbs and a pair of torn sandals on his feet, Qian Xia squatted down next to Jing Shuo, and then untied the clothes of the man on the ground with a serious expression.

The chubby little hand reached over, and under Jing Shuo's gaze, he pulled out his belt very neatly.

There was no trace of shyness on Qian Xia's face, the little nun was about eighteen years old, but Qian Xia herself was not, she was almost twenty-two, not to mention that those who did her job had already seen through a lot of things.

Animism.

Compassion for all beings.

Equality.

Not to mention that she's saving people now.

Before he could untie this man's clothes, Qian Xia knew that he might be seriously injured.

But after unraveling it, it refreshed her cognition, there were both gunshot wounds and knife wounds, judging from the depth of the knife marks and the incision, most of them were caused by daggers.

Qian Xia hurriedly smeared the catechu on it, and then thought about it, and took out a short-sleeved shirt that was washed white and even perforated in some places from the luggage.

She scoured the man with a short knife and cut the short sleeve into strips of cloth.

While wrapping the wounds of the people on the ground, Qian Xia muttered: "It's really cheap for you, this dress is my old partner, I bought it for ten yuan......

Jing Shuo opened his mouth, but he was probably too weak to speak.

Qian Xia really didn't mean to be innocent of him, and after thinking about it for a while, he thought he was worried about his injury, so he raised his left palm and looked at it.

The girl said: "When you were young, there were two major calamities, one calamity was about twenty-three years old, and the other calamity was about twenty-six. ”

In order to make the other party believe in himself, Qian Xiajing nodded after speaking, with a serious expression.

She was already well-behaved, her eyes were big and bright when her expression was serious, and her little face with some flesh was simply ...... Unconvincing, just want people to pinch it.

Jingshuo was silent.

After treating the wounds on Jing Shuo's body, Qian Xia asked, "There should be no pursuers, right?" ”