She was ready to see the bloody back, and other terrifying injuries.

But the truth was far from what was expected.

Uncover the flesh-clinged clothes, underneath which is a pale reddish new skin.

The newly grown granulation has completely covered the closed scapular spine, and even at this time, the wound is growing and getting better at an incredible rate.

It's just that the new muscle fascia is a little thinner, and it will take some time to fully recover to his previous muscular state.

If Wan Yanjing woke up later, Huo Xiang probably wouldn't have much chance to cry in front of her.

Letting go of her hand, Wan Yanjing silently rubbed the sticky thing on Huo Xiang's clean clothes in front of her, she lowered her head slightly, and looked at the man who was crying on her knees, a little puzzled.

It may be that the preventive injection given to herself is too strong, and at this time, facing Huo Xiang's trembling and tearful performance in pain, and the injury that seems to have almost recovered, Wan Yanjing feels strange.

She recalled the situation when Huo Xiang was seriously injured and carried into Lin'an Hall not long ago, when the injury was countless times more serious than now, and the wound could not heal for a long time because of the strange poison.

But Huo Xiang is like a monster, his self-healing power is amazing, and within a week, he has recovered from the bleak appearance of not being able to see a human form to the pale and handsome King Xuan.

Now that they have fallen from a height, it is a certain death to put on ordinary people, but for Huo Xiang, it should just be a drizzle.

Something arched twice on the placket of his chest, and then the snow-white little head popped out.

With two bright little eyes, she looked at Huo Xiang suspiciously.

Huo Xiang was silent for a moment in this curious and inexplicable sight, and then sniffed casually and collected the small tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Where do you hurt?"

"Does your back hurt?"

"Does the headache hurt? Does my stomach hurt? ”

Wan Yanjing's doubts only existed for a moment, and then they were replaced by unspeakable panic, she looked at him anxiously, asked in a series of chatter, tentatively touched his head, and then touched his chest and abdomen.

Although the injury is healed, there are still some invisible internal injuries that can not be maintained, after all, the hideous bloody clothes are not fake, even if they have amazing recovery power, but the injury will hurt, and they can make Huo Xiang cry bitterly, it is really the ultimate pain.

"After... My back was itchy and painful, but it didn't hurt that much now, it really hurt when I first fell off, I thought I was going to die. ”

Huo Xiang's voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes wandered.

It's, in fact, not that painful.

Ever since he wore it to King Wuxuan's body, he has been in a very good state every day.

The sharp knife poked the hand, leaving only a white scratch at most.

Even if the free fall was hundreds of meters to the ground, it only hurt the flesh and did not shake the bones.

But after thinking about it, Yan Jing doesn't have this special function, if he really smashes to the ground with him, even if he is hugged, it will end up falling into a box under the huge impact, let alone shouting at him like now.

It's not in vain that he threw her in the opposite direction when he was about to land, and used it as a human cushion for her underneath.

He felt that he had saved Yan Jing's life by paying a lot, and he had to let her know.

But who can tell him why the goose is still there?

Forget it, why do you still look at him with that kind of see-through eyes?

Painful and itchy......

I'm going to die......

Wan Yanjing's somewhat confused mind echoed Huo Xiang's words, and she flipped through her package anxiously and irritably, she remembered that the bag contained some ointment for trauma.

But her hands were weak, her head was dizzy, and she searched for a while but couldn't find it.

"What are you looking for, I'll help you find it." Huo Xiang sat up, took the night pearl from her hand, and helped her illuminate it.

"I'm looking for an ointment to heal your wounds." Wan Yanjing muttered, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right, she looked at Huo Xiang, who seemed to be able to sit up without any major problems, and reacted to what he had just said.

"You don't hurt anymore? You were lying to me just now? Wan Yanjing was stunned and her eyes widened.

Huo Xiang immediately coughed twice, and said weakly: "No... I didn't lie to you, it hurts and itchy, I'll find the ointment myself. Your face is a little ugly, is there something uncomfortable? ”

Lie to her?

Wan Yanjing was a little stunned, and the copper bottle and jar the size of an egg in her hand rolled to the ground with a gurgle.

In her impression, there is no concept of Huo Xiang deliberately selling miserably.

He always remembered being able to endure pain.

On the battlefield, he has always rushed to the front line, because he has the highest martial arts and amazing resilience, and the more enemies he kills, the fewer casualties his soldiers can have.

Because of this, it is always scarred.

But even if he was covered in bruises, he could calmly lay out the camp tent with a clear mind and strategize.

It hurts so badly that I just frown, or I hold back a cold sweat in my nightmare.

For a long time, Wan Yanjing admired him, although she didn't understand why Huo Xiang worked so hard, just like she didn't understand why Huo Xiang was desperate for that unworthy cousin.

At one point, she had worried about him.

Just like the family members and wives of thousands of ordinary sergeants in the barracks, when her husband goes out to fight, she will toss and turn, worrying and unable to sleep.

Will it hurt?

Will it hurt badly?

It's both anxious and a little worried about the sweetness.

But then the reality gave her a hard slap, and the mental journey that she once worried about Huo Xiang became an embarrassment that she didn't want to remember at all.

And now, she has repeated the mistake of the past, digging out her heart and lungs for this liar who destroyed Dajin.

But Huo Xiang saved her just now......

Wan Yanjing was very messy, she couldn't sort out her thoughts.

After amnesia, Huo Xiang is familiar and unfamiliar, which is more puzzling than before.

Huo Xiang rolled up his sleeves and pasted Yan Jing's forehead with his fairly clean arm.

"You have a fever."

He looked at her with concern, and her embarrassed and confused appearance was reflected in his wet eyes that had just cried.

Wan Yan watched silently as Huo Xiang picked up the medicine bottle that fell on the ground, took out another blue medicine bottle after a long time, and handed it to her lips.

"The elixir of dispelling evil spirits should be a cure for colds...... Let's come, eat one, talk is better than nothing. ”

"You rest here first, I'll take a look around, this place looks like an underground cave somewhere."

(End of chapter)