Wanwan stood in the stairwell again, she tossed her sword aside, and immediately ran down the stairs.

"Brother—"

There was a faint cry in her panicked voice, Xia Zhihuai sat up from the ground with her body propped up, reached out and touched the wet forehead, and whispered.

His luck is really no one!

stepped on the air and broke his head, looking worse than Fan Yulei.

It forced him to want to scold.

Hearing Wanwan's anxious shout, he immediately stood up with one hand on the wall and the other on his waist.

Watching Wanwan jump down the stairs, he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his mouth, and he quickly opened his hands to pick her up.

However, after Wanwan jumped down, she avoided his embrace, stepped directly on the ground, hugged one of his legs, and said with teary eyes: "Brother, woo woo woo...... I thought you were dead. ”

Xia Zhihuai twitched his fingers, grabbed her by the back collar, pulled her off her legs, and said with an angry smile: "Thank you, I'm very good." ”

"Tao Wanwan, I told you not to go over, you still rush forward!"

"Do you think you have a big head, or a big head?"

"Hmm...... Big head? ”

The corners of Xia Zhihuai's mouth twitched, put her on the ground, and stared at him seriously.

Wanwan stopped crying in an instant, like a mourning puppy, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes: "I was wrong." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong." Wanwan hugged his arm and said with a flat mouth, "You shouldn't take advantage of the victory to pursue." ”

Xia Zhihuai: "......"

Where did I learn this idiom, I use it indiscriminately every day!

Xia Zhihuai sighed and shook his head, turned around to check Fan Yulei's physical condition, and estimated that his back was injured.

Fan Yulei leaned against the corner of the wall and looked at the blood stains on Xia Zhihuai's forehead: "Your head is injured." ”

Wanwan turned her head and stood on tiptoe to look at Xia Zhihuai's forehead, suddenly grabbed his pants and said, "Brother, you squat down, I'll take a look." ”

"What do you see? Little pot friends, don't keep arguing about watching such bloody things. Xia Zhihuai stretched out his hand to cover the corner of his forehead, lowered his eyes and pinched her cheek, "Don't worry, your brother and I can't die." ”

Wanwan stared at him faintly: "I want to see." ”

Xia Zhihuai leaned his back against the wall, lowered his head and glared at her for two seconds: "You are not a doctor." ”

"But I can help." Wanwan opened her right hand and released a warm aura, "Squat down, brother." ”

Xia Zhihuai slowly squatted down, his head was a little dizzy, but fortunately he was leaning his back against the wall.

Wanwan approached him, grabbed the hand that was covering his wound away, and slowly pressed the warm little hand and a ball of pure aura against his wound.

Xia Zhihuai lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Wanwan with a serious expression.

He suddenly asked, "If you give me so much spiritual power, will you feel bad?" ”

"No, it won't." Wanwan patted her stomach, "My aura has risen a lot now, it doesn't matter if you share a little bit." ”

Xia Zhihuai rubbed her stomach: "I'll take you to something delicious in a while." ”

Wanwan suddenly came back to life full of blood, and after retracting her little hand, she tiptoed to look closer: "Okay, the wound has healed." ”

There was only a blood stain left on Xia Zhihuai's forehead, and Wanwan took out a wet tissue from his pocket and handed it to him: "Wipe it." ”

After Xia Zhihuai took the tissue, he wiped it a few times on the corner of his forehead.

Wanwan walked to Fan Yulei's side, kneaded out a ball of aura, and pressed it into his body simply and rudely.

Xia Zhihuai took a look at it, and delicately balanced it in his heart, sure enough, his brother is his brother, and others don't have his treatment.

Fan Yulei leaned against the wall and coughed suddenly, took two steps back, and stood beside Xia Zhihuai, but his reaction was not strange.

After coughing for a while, Fan Yulei gasped heavily, feeling that he had finally come back to life.

He said, "Thank you, Wanwan. ”

"No thanks." Wanwan hugged Xia Zhihuai's arm, "Brother, I eliminated the ghost in the wedding dress." ”

This time, he didn't give the other party a chance to go to the underworld to accept punishment and go to life again.