A group of people scrambled to carry a man covered in blood.

There were several blood holes in the man's body, and he was covered with force, and the blood seemed to flow from between his fingers.

Soon, half of the body of the person next to him was dyed red.

Except for this miserable person, no one else is any better.

On his body and face, he had injuries.

Wei He was furious and asked sharply, "What's going on?"

"It's the people of Yunling, they attacked us and robbed us of the meteorite we dug up."

"Daman was wounded by them with a crossbow to protect us." The young man who spoke, his eyes were red when he said this.

Obviously, it can't be hated.

The others were also indignant, and wanted to return to fight them now.

"Give me all back." Wei He calmed his face and said, "You also said that they have crossbow guns, what can you do with your bare hands but to send people's heads?"

"So we'll leave it at that?"

Wei He was also very uncomfortable in her heart, but now she had to press them down even if she was facing the complaining eyes of these young men.

The lads are too young to know how thick the sky is.

It's not worth taking your life for the sake of breathing.

Wei He: "This matter will be discussed later, now hurry up and send Daman to the doctor."

"Hurry up..."

Everyone didn't dare to delay, a group of people divided into two groups, one carried Daman into the village quickly, and the other automatically surrounded Weihe.

Dumping Morning and Dumping Fruit also came closer.

Tian Chen slammed his fist on the sand pit on the ground, sand and gravel splashed everywhere, and he looked up at Wei He through gritted teeth: "We really just forget it?"

Now the people gathered here are a few older people, and Wei He doesn't hide some things from them.

Her face was grimacing, her mouth full of bitterness, "What else can I do then?"

"A few young people are hot-blooded and impulsive, don't you understand?"

Dumpling pulled his brother up from the ground and asked, "How bad is the situation in the tribe?"

Wei He nodded, "Otherwise, why do you think the people of the Yunling tribe would dare to blatantly injure our people."

"They did it on purpose." Qian Chen grinded his teeth and said viciously.

Wei He: "In recent years, the resources given by the Sanctuary have been leaning towards them, and we are already far behind them."

"The conflicts that occur from time to time every year are also their temptations, and this time is the most serious, and I think they have almost figured out what we are."

As soon as he thought of this, Wei He's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss, and he let out a long sigh, "This year's Venerable disciple selection, I'll go."

"No."

"No."

Qian Chen was the most anxious, "Sister, it's not that you don't know what that so-called disciple is."

Wei He said helplessly, "We Cangyi have found all kinds of excuses to avoid it for so many years, and the Venerables of the Holy Domain have long been very dissatisfied with us."

"You don't need to say more, my mind is decided."

After speaking, Wei He didn't see the extremely ugly faces of the others, and walked straight towards Sang Jiaojiao.

When she walked in front of Jiaojiao, the emotions on her face had already been subdued and clean, and she was calm as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, something happened in the stockade....I'll take you to a resting place first."

Sang Jiaojiao: "Okay..."

Before the good words in her mouth were finished, the reckless young people from before pulled Weihe away in a panic.

"What should I do, the pill to stop the bleeding from the doctor is gone, Daman's blood pressure can't be stopped, he's going to die..."

Weihe ran away with someone in a gust of wind, Sang Jiaojiao thought about it and followed.

In front of a room with white-painted walls, groups of people gathered around.

I'm afraid it's the people in their village who have all come after hearing the news.

When Sang Jiaojiao arrived, Wei He calmly faced a middle-aged man with a mustache, and was saying, "Isn't the Seven Star Grass useless?"

"It doesn't work well."

Don't look at Wei He's calm expression, in fact, when she saw the doctor shaking her head, the hands on both sides of her thighs were clenched into fists, and her nails were deeply pinched into the soft flesh of her palms, and a trace of blood was faintly visible.

Doctor: "The last hemostatic pill has been fed to Daman, and it is far from enough."

"In his case, he needs at least three."

"Otherwise......" The latter words, there is no need for the pharmacist to say more, just look at the gray face of Daman lying on the bed.

Weihe's heart seemed to be tightly pinched by a hand.

She closed her eyes, and soon opened them again, and with a decision, she said quickly, "Wait, now I will go to the Wilderness to pray for Yujing, and I will definitely bring back the hemostatic pill."

"No, don't..." Just as Wei He turned around, the corner of her clothes was grabbed by someone.

Turning his head to look, he didn't know when Daman had woken up.

He looked at Wei He weakly but stubbornly and said, "You will also be humiliated if you go, they won't give it..."

Weihe also understands that when she insisted on withdrawing from the marriage, the quarrel between the two tribes was extremely ugly, and there was not much affection left between the two.

It's just....how can she be willing not to try, can she watch Daman bleed to death?

Sang Jiaojiao watched for a long time, then suddenly opened her mouth and asked strangely, "Are you discussing stopping the bleeding?"

As he spoke, he quickly pressed a few times on Da Man's body, and the gurgling wound stopped the bleeding visibly in the next second.

"Alright." Sang Jiaojiao shook her hand in disgust, looking at the red color that was accidentally stained on the tips of her fingers, and she couldn't shake it clean, she took advantage of no one to pay attention and secretly wiped it on Daman's clothes.

The small movements she thought no one were paying attention to, but in fact, they were watched by everyone present.

But now, not to mention wiping blood on their clothes, or trying to use their faces as rags, no one will say a word.

The others, including Wei He, still maintained sad and weeping expressions on their faces.

The sadness still permeated the room, lingering for a long time.

Sang Jiaojiao looked at them still crying and mourning, "Dissatisfied, that's okay."

She said, just stop the bleeding, why are they in such a hurry, they should feel that the physical loss is too much.

Indeed, the lack of blood and gas in the human body is difficult to make up.

But not good and not impossible.

Sang Jiaojiao listened to the sidelines with little understanding, thinking that she understood.

The tip of her nose shrugged, scraped off a layer of smashed green seven-star grass from Daman's wound, and took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom.

Gently dipped a little bit of powder with my fingernails, really only a little bit, just stirred and stirred, and kneaded into a small ball.

Stuff it into Daman's half-open mouth, and it's done.

In an instant, Daman felt a heat all over his body, and his skin gradually turned blood red, just like red-hot iron.

After a while, when the temperature of the skin dropped, Daman's face had already regained its blood color.

Looking at the blood holes on his body, new flesh has grown tender red.

Sang Jiaojiao looked at Daman, and then looked at Weihe and others.

Silence silence, silence for a long time.

Sang Jiaojiao's imaginary exclamation, the surprise did not appear at all, she was a little embarrassed, "Ha, it's a little unsatisfactory, but it's definitely not that I can't."

"It's because the herbs aren't fresh enough, and they haven't been processed yet, and the medicinal properties are about to be scattered by four or five layers."

Sang Jiaojiao was still about to argue for herself, and was suddenly hugged tightly by a soft embrace.

"Ahhhh

The mood of death-like silence boils like boiling water.

The doctor's eyes lit up, and he tugged at Wei He's arm vigorously, shouting for Wei He to get out of the way, "What to do."

How did you do it?"

Others also rushed in, surrounding Sang Jiaojiao and watching, "Weihe, did you bring this girl back from outside?"

"Why is she so good-looking?"

"Eh, you all give way, squeeze me." Daman was directly drowned in the various voices of the people.

It was still their baby bump just now, and they cried for him and worried about him.

In the blink of an eye, he became a poor man who no one cared about, and everyone ignored him even if he screamed out his throat.

Someone else glanced at him in disgust, "Look at your worthless appearance, don't come to the young lady."

One of the doctor's shoes was squeezed off, and he reluctantly wanted to get into Sang Jiaojiao.

Squeezed out again, the doctor tugged at his beard and thought seriously, "It seems that a few cubs are also injured."

"I don't know how many more holes I will poke in them, but this girl brought back by Weihe is willing to treat them."

Daman, who was close to the doctor, listened to his muttered words and was shocked: "You, you can't be serious, right?"

The doctor turned to Daman and replied seriously, "Do you think this solution will work?"

Without waiting for Daman to answer, he said to himself, "I think it can be done, go and try it now, I shouldn't be able to die."

Daman waved his little hand, but he couldn't hold the doctor who looked like a wild horse, "Uncle.....

Those friends can only ask for more blessings for themselves.

Thankfully, things didn't go as the doctor had hoped.

"The patriarch is here...." I don't know who shouted, and the flow of people quickly separated into a small path as if they were diverted.

An old man wearing a brightly colored bird feather walked in tremblingly on crutches.

Wei He was surprised, "Grandpa, why did you come out?"

As early as thirty years ago, her grandfather, who was the patriarch, had been guarding the clan land, and non-idle things no longer appeared in front of people.

The other clansmen also looked at each other, and the cheerful atmosphere just now was gone.

I was nervous at the bottom of my heart, and I just thought that something bad had happened.

In recent years, it has become more and more difficult for their Cangyi tribe to survive. The people have been shrinking.

The Cangyi clan, which used to be 10,000 people, is now only a thousand people left.

Sang Jiaojiao looked at the old man in front of her and raised her eyebrows.

"Wei Mu, one of the six veins of the Wu Clan, the one hundred and thirty-second generation of the Guardian Clan, meet the Great Witch."

The old man of Longzhong was in tears, crying like a child.

He knelt on the ground and saluted, and then knelt and crawled all the way to Sang Jiaojiao's feet, his eyes admiring and respectful, "We have finally waited for you."

Sang Jiaojiao carefully painted Wei Mu's wrinkled face, and gradually overlapped with the handsome and gentle young man in her long memory.

Sang Jiaojiao's charming and clear eyes are full of the vicissitudes of time.

She looked into the distance, "Why are you still here?"

Why is there such an attachment? It's exactly the same as that dead-eyed young man.

It's really annoying, Sang Jiaojiao seems to be resentful.

Suddenly, she slammed the medicine bottle in her hand to the ground, and said viciously, "It's always like this, it's always like this, and the ghost is not gone."

uses love as a net to firmly lock her freedom.

Weimu hung his head to the ground, trembling all over, excited and afraid.

Sang Jiaojiao's sudden burst of coercion made everyone present feel an irresistible suppression, and it left a deep imprint in their hearts.

After a long time, Sang Jiaojiao gave up on herself in frustration: "Forget it."

They really don't let themselves go when they die.

Is that really the case? If it wasn't really her own willingness, would she be tied up?

"Get up."

Sang Jiaojiao smiled again, and the frozen air circulated again

。

It's just that the relaxed atmosphere just now can't come back, and even Weihe was trembling in the face of Sang Jiaojiao, and didn't dare to gasp.

Sang Jiaojiao didn't care, and Zhao Weimu stepped forward to speak alone.

Wei He was still in a trance when she left, turned her head and peeked at Jiaojiao's appearance, and sighed in her heart: she really didn't want to fight, she picked it up casually, and picked up her ancestors back.

She's too good, it's the brightest moment of her life.

This cowhide, she can boast for a lifetime.

The two brothers also had a dreamy face, and the two bumped Wei He with their shoulders, and secretly asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

Wei He shook his head, "I don't know."

To be precise, except for the patriarchs of the past generations, no one knows the origin of their Cangyi tribe.

Almost all of the Cangyi people thought they were just an ordinary race, and a race that was rapidly declining.

Now Weimu suddenly burst out with such a big thunder, which exploded in the hearts of Weihe and others.

It's as if he always thought that his family was an ordinary ordinary person, and one day, his parents told them: Wrong, they are disciples of a big family with inheritance and heritage.

I just ask you if you are surprised, if you are surprised.

Suddenly, the thick scabies that were crowded in the bottom of his heart were suddenly erased, and Wei He only felt extremely relaxed in his heart.

Several men and women gathered around each other looked at each other and smiled.

The bright smile rarely brings the carefree that they should have at their age.

To sum it up: the sky is falling, and there is a tall man on top of it.

They have people from their ancestors, what are they afraid of, come to war!!

Sang * wronged big head * Jiaojiao sneezed three times in a row: ..... who, who is thinking about himself?

I always feel that it is not a good thing.

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Outside the Cangyi tribe

A man with a long clairglass squinted and didn't know what he was looking at.

After looking at it, I changed my eyes to another look.

After a while, he put down the clairvoyant mirror before he said to Yujing, who was sitting on the stone pile with his legs open, "Brother, the people of the Cangyi tribe won't all be crazy."

Yujing was carefully wiping the new crossbow gun in his hand.

Hearing this, his hand moved, although his eyes were still on the crossbow, but the man Shaohui knew that the other party was listening to him.

"Were they beaten stupid by the people of Yunling?"

Shao Hui was extremely shocked, "They are actually singing and dancing, I have never heard of the Cangyi tribe doing funerals like this."