"You're not dead?" Lu Xiaohua asked with wide eyes.

"Do you think I'm dead before you cry?" the man raised his eyebrows, cold and cold.

Did you cry because he died......? It seems to be, and it doesn't seem to be,...... Anyway, I just wanted to cry. Lu Xiaohua's face turned a little red, she didn't dare to look at his eyes, her gaze moved down, and she suddenly found that his hand holding the sword seemed to be tightened. Ouch! This is a man with a sword, and the people like to kill people indiscriminately, how should I answer him? She glanced at the basket in her hand, and said in a hurry, "Aren't you going to eat?" I brought it to you. ”

"Oh?" the man's hand slowly let go of the sword, and slowly took a piece of bread from Lu Xiaohua's basket and took a bite.

Lu Xiaohua felt that the heart that mentioned his throat seemed to have been bitten by him, and he clutched the basket without leaving his breath.

The man chewed the bread in his mouth for a while, swallowed it with great effort, and frowned, "The bread is too dry, bring me some water." ”

Lu Xiaohua glanced at him and said cautiously, "I also bought you wine." ”

"I don't drink, give me water. The man said hoarsely.

"Come right away!" Lu Xiaohua turned around and ran as if she had been pardoned.

The man looked at Lu Xiaohua's back, and a trace of inexplicability flashed in his eyes. This little girl seemed to be crying so much that he was dead, why did he run away in fear like a ghost when he didn't die? He thought coldly, put his sword back into its sheath, and continued to close his eyes and breathe.

Lu Xiaohua ran desperately home, picked up a bucket at home, scooped half a bucket of water from the tank and ran back. It was so embarrassing just now! After her father went crazy and left home, she cried a lot, and swore that she would live a good life alone, and she never cried so much again. Why did you suddenly cry like that today, the key is to let someone you don't know at all see enough! The more Lu Xiaohua thought about it, the more ashamed she became, and the faster she ran.

Drinking the water from the passing flower, the man seemed to be in much better spirits. He raised his head and stared at Lu Xiaohua's face tightly.

Lu Xiaohua involuntarily wiped her face, could it be that she was crying just now? Thinking of how ridiculous she cried just now, she hated to turn into a rabbit and run away immediately.

After looking at her for a while, the man suddenly said to Lu Xiaohua in an unquestionable tone, "Where is your home?"

"Huh? over there. Lu Xiaohua was relieved from the confusion, pointed in the direction, and got up to lead the way.

"Wait a minute!" said the man again.

Lu Xiaohua stopped and looked back at him.

The man hesitated, raised his chin, and ordered coldly, "Help me up!"

Oh, by the way, this man is badly wounded. Lu Xiaohua immediately went over to help him.

Lu Xiaohua stood up with the man in one hand, and carried the bucket and basket in the other. Well, that's a bit difficult. Don't look at the man who doesn't feel tall when he sits, but he is still tall when he stands up, and Lu Xiaohua has probably just reached his chest. Fortunately, the man didn't put his whole body weight on Lu Xiaohua, he held the sword in one hand and Lu Xiaohua in the other.

Pushing open the fence door in front of the courtyard, Lu Xiaohua breathed a sigh, wiped the sweat on his head, and turned his head to ask the man: "My name is Lu Xiaohua." What's your name?"

"Xu Shaofeng. After the man spit out these words from his pale lips, his eyes froze, and the hand on Lu Xiaohua's shoulder softened, and his whole body slid down.

Lu Xiaohua let out a "hey", but one hand couldn't support him at all, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Lu Xiaohua was startled, and hurriedly put down the bucket and basket, and supported him with both hands. I saw that his eyes were closed, his face was pale, his head hung weakly to the side, and he had obviously fainted.

Lu Xiaohua ran for a day, and now it was the time when he was tired, so he used his strength to lift him, but he was much longer than Lu Xiaohua, and Lu Xiaohua finally lifted him up, but found that most of his body was still lying on the ground. There was no way, Lu Xiaohua had to go around behind him, put her hands under his armpits, and dragged him from the yard all the way into the house.

Tsk, it's really heavy enough, and I don't know what I grew up eating! Although Lu Xiaohua has been self-supporting since she was a child, she has never moved such a heavy living thing. Cautiously along the way, for fear of bumping into him, when he arrived at the house, he was already tired and sweating, and sat down on the ground all of a sudden.

What should you do first? Looking at the large and small wounds all over his body, Lu Xiaohua really had a feeling that he didn't know what to do. Tsk, why do the people of the rivers and lakes always make themselves so miserable.

Well, okay. Let's move him to the bed first. You can't let a wounded person just lie on the ground. Lu Xiaohua was about to move him to the only big bed in the house.

As soon as she raised her hand, Lu Xiaohua couldn't help but be stunned when she saw the dirty black marks on her hands. She turned her head to look at the little flower sheets on the bed, although they had been used for a long time, they were cleanly washed, and they were chosen from thousands of times. ...... Well, forget it, let's take off his dirty clothes first. The clothes are wet and dirty, and they are not good for the injured person.

Lu Xiaohua untied his cloak and put it aside, and then went to take off his coat. His left hand was not a problem, but his right hand gripped the hilt of the sword so tightly that he couldn't take off his clothes. Lu Xiaohua wanted to get the sword out of his hand, but his hand was clenched tightly. There was no way, Lu Xiaohua had no choice but to break his fingers. As soon as he laboriously opened his index finger, suddenly the long sword "dang" on the ground, and the sheath was inches long, and the person who was lying down suddenly sat up and glared at Lu Xiaohua angrily.

Lu Xiaohua only felt the cold air all over her body, jumped back in fright, and stammered: "You can't wear wet clothes, you have a sword, and it's not easy to take off your clothes." ”

Xu Shaofeng snorted and threw his half-stripped coat off the sword. When he turned around, he saw that there was a bed, and he sat down with his palms. Lu Xiaohua didn't have time to object, and the matter had already happened. Lu Xiaohua lowered her head and wrung her hands, sighing sadly in her heart.

The cold air hit in front of her, Lu Xiaohua raised her head, and met Xu Shaofeng's blade-like gaze, so she had to clean up her sorrow, squeeze out a smiling face, and just wanted to say, "If you want to lie down, lie down", but saw Xu Shao's head crooked, and the person fell down again.

Lu Xiaohua was stunned. After a while, seeing that he really didn't move, he stepped forward again.

First stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, but there was no movement. I reached out and poked his body again, but still didn't move. Lu Xiaohua held her breath and carefully pushed the scabbard until she had all his swords in the sheath, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

What the hell, this sword is heavy and heavy, useless at all, he won't let go of it, what a madman! Lu Xiaohua felt more and more that these people were incomprehensible.

This person was probably wearing a white underwear, but because it was stained with blood and mud, it turned into a black and red flower dress, and by the way, the small flower sheets were also stained with mud and blood. Lu Xiaohua puffed out her cheeks and glared at him angrily and annoyed, do these Jianghu people know how difficult it is to make money!

Without saying a word, Lu Xiaohua immediately set out to untie the culprit's clothes. However, the garment could not be taken off at all because the blood from the wound had stuck to the body. Lu Xiaohua gasped, how could this person survive such a serious injury? From this point of view, she really admires this Jianghu person, as if she is not afraid of pain or death at all.

Tilting her head and thinking about it, Lu Xiaohua took a pair of scissors and said to the person on the bed, "Sick people can't wear wet clothes." You can't take off this dress, so I had to cut it open. ”

The man on the bed closed his eyes and did not answer. After waiting for a while, there was still no movement. Lu Xiaohua decided that he agreed, and carefully cut off the clothes.

Then she boiled a large pot of hot water, dipped it in hot water with a clean cloth, and gently scrubbed the wounds on his body. When a basin of hot water turned black and red, it was poured out of the house by Lu Xiaohua. It took seven or eight pans of water to wash away the blood on his body. Lu Xiaohua took out the treasured herbs from under the bed and applied them to him.

During the whole process, the person on the bed remained motionless, and Lu Xiaohua was afraid that he was dead, so he tried his snort again and again. Although his snort has always been light and slow, fortunately there is always one. Lu Xiaohua finally put her heart in her stomach. Lu Xiaohua counted as she worked, with a total of 17 large and small wounds, and almost used up all the herbs she had stored for a while.

Finally finished, Lu Xiaohua was so tired that her hands and feet were soft, and someone was lying on the bed, so she had to sit on the ground next to the bed. It was a tiring day! She lay on the head of the bed and never wanted to move again.

Although she was tired and didn't have any strength, the feeling of saving people was indescribably beautiful and fulfilling, and she breathed a long sigh of relief with pride and satisfaction, and looked at the person on the bed with satisfaction.

The face of the person on the bed was as pale as paper, the two raised sword eyebrows were frowning, the bridge of the nose was straight, the thin lips were tightly pursed, the eyes were closed, and a few strands of hair hung weakly in front of the forehead.

Well, if he didn't always look ugly with a straight face, remembering his terrible eyes when I first saw him, it turned out to be very different when he closed them.

Reaching out to brush the hair on his forehead to the back of his head, Lu Xiaohua continued to appreciate his "masterpiece". The wounds on the chest and abdomen are completely healed, and as long as they don't break open, I hope to get better slowly. Her gaze slowly fell. Oh my God, his leg! A deep scar ran from the side of his thigh to his knee, so deep that he could almost see the bones of the white flowers. How did he follow her back just now? Lu Xiaohua was taken aback, but this Jianghu man had already given her too many "surprises", and the "surprises" made her numb.

Hey, let's get it. Lu Xiaohua resigned herself to continue to bandage him, and by the way, check if there are any other wounds under his legs. It's not easy to save someone. No wonder the monks in the temple always say that saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, which is even more tiring than building a floating slaughter!