She's like this, she's really like a little money fan.

Zhulu didn't look any further, but walked to the other side of the haystack and sat down cross-legged.

Although there is no immortal energy, pranayama with the heart mantra can also help to recover.

Yan Yinzhi, who had bandaged Zhang Qingling's wounds, turned his head and saw Zhulu sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and did not make a sound to disturb him.

So high fell down and only spit out two mouthfuls of blood, is this still human?

After being together for so long and never seeing him eat, is this really human?

But whether it's human or not, he's saved himself many times. And in order not to hurt himself, he actually lifted himself up......

Thinking of this, Yan Yinzhi couldn't help but blush.

I was sentimental for a while, and I moved inadvertently, only to find that my wound hurt badly.

Yan Yinzhi picked up the gold sore medicine on the haystack, poured it down, and then threw it aside.

Just now, I was only concerned about giving Xiaozhang, and I completely forgot that I was also injured.

However, the many wounds on his body seemed to have been covered by the blood that flowed out.

Yan Yinzhi was too lazy to deal with it, and as soon as she turned her head, she lay on the haystack and dozed off.

After going through this experience, I was so tired that my whole body seemed to fall apart.

..................

After a lap of mental practice, Zhulu opened his eyes.

Because he suddenly realized that he was worried that the shrew would die again while he was meditating.

Looking at the shrew who was asleep on the haystack, Zhulu got up and walked over.

As soon as her eyes fell, she saw the wound on her arm.

frowned inadvertently: he didn't even treat his own wounds.

Zhulu crouched down and took out the only storage bag that could be opened.

After searching inside for a while, I found the dew of the tea that I collected for my ancestor hundreds of years ago.

Although it does not make the wound heal, it is much better to clean the wound than the anti-inflammatory potion.

After rummaging for a while, I found Jiaosha that I didn't know when I threw it into the storage bag......

After wrapping up the wound on her arm, Zhulu breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting next to the haystack, she looked at the vixen who was inadvertently turning over, and her eyes fell on her other wounds.

Zhulu sighed, tending to her other wounds.

I couldn't help but think in my heart: This shrew, her palm is rubbed with the last medicine, and she trembles with pain. This time she was injured like this, and she didn't say a word, I really couldn't understand what she was putting in her head.

..................

Zhulu walked to the mouth of the cave, watched the sunlight gradually pouring in, and the miasma in the forest also dissipated, and only waited for the shrew to wake up, and then she could leave the forest below.

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked into the cave again.

Looking at the flushed shrew, Zhulu's heart sank: Are you sick again?

shook her hand, the palm of which was obviously cold.

I touched her forehead again, and it was cold.

In her sleep, Yan Yinzhi couldn't help but shiver, "Cold...... It's so cold......"

Zhulu's eyes flashed, and he picked her up and hugged her into his arms.

Then he was shocked by his own actions: how could he have such an idea?

I just wanted to let go, but then I thought again: if something happens to the shrew, Xiao Zu will also have an accident...... Even if the mission fails, then the Holy Realm will be in vain. So because of the mission, I didn't want her to get sick...... Yes, exactly.

Zhulu just threw away the thoughts in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yinzhi, who was held in his arms, seemed to feel the warmth, and unconsciously drilled into Zhulu's arms, and pulled his clothes away, wanting to stick closer......

"......" Zhulu's face was so black that it seemed to drip ink. Resisting the urge to throw her to the ground, he grabbed the dishonest hands and imprisoned them behind her.

After a few moments, the person in his arms finally settled down.

Zhu Lu lowered his eyes, looked at that sleeping face, and once again a strange feeling welled up in his heart - why, do you think her eyelashes are so long? Why, do you think her face is so cute because she is sick? Why, looking at her panting mouth, there is a feeling of dry mouth?

Zhulu took his eyes off her face, closed his eyes, and rolled his Adam's apple up and down: it must be because he had no mana, so his heart moved slightly. Once you find the Spirit Stone and leave this place, it will all be gone.

When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were clear again.

It was like it had never been there.

Yan Yinzhi slept for several days.

Zhang Qingling was also too seriously injured and did not wake up for several days.

Zhulu wanted to use his mental method to alleviate the internal injuries he suffered, but he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the shrew would wake up and die, so he could only give up.

On the fourth day, Zhang Qingling finally woke up.

He looked around a little dazedly and saw that it was a cave.

I can't help but remember that when I jumped off a cliff, I was caught by a giant bird, and then I fainted.

Zhang Qingling propped up his arms and looked down at the wound in his abdomen.

Apparently someone dealt with it.

When I turned my head, I saw a man sitting behind the fire. There is also the smell of meat wafting over.

Zhang Qingling swallowed his saliva, and when he woke up, he found that he was already hungry.

In my heart, heaven and man are at war, and hunger is better than reason.

Although I don't know who that person is, I didn't kill myself at the beginning, and it's impossible to see that I wake up and kill him now.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qingling stood up and walked over slowly.

When I got closer, I found that it was the son of the chase behind the fire, and I was happy, "The son of the child!"

Zhulu raised his eyelids and glanced at him. He answered softly, and stopped talking.

Zhang Qingling was suddenly a little embarrassed, leaning against the fire and sitting down.

This chasing son has always given people a feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and there must be only Miss Yan, who is not afraid of his cold and arrogant temperament.

Miss Yan? Zhang Qingling suddenly came back to her senses, what about Miss Yan, was she killed by the man in black, or did she jump off the cliff and die?

"Chase Gongzi, Miss Yan?" Zhang Qingling didn't know what to say for a while.

He was fated to be bitten by a bird halfway through the cliff. But if Miss Yan also jumped, she might not be so lucky......

"She hasn't woken up yet. Zhulu replied coldly. His hand reached to the side, "It's baked, take it." ”

"......" Zhang Qingling was a little at a loss, and suddenly burst into tears.

After raising his hand to take it, he choked up and said, "Thank you for saving your life and Miss Yan." If anything happens in the future, just come to me, I will definitely ......"

"Shut up and eat yours. Zhulu's face sank.

Didn't you just give him a piece of snake meat? God knows how boring it has been to wait for the shrew to wake up these days.

was so bored that he roasted most of the snake in the cave, but Yan Yinzhi still didn't wake up.

Even if there is no cultivation, the deer who has been in the valley for tens of thousands of years will not eat anything again. So the roasted snake meat had to be thrown aside.

It was given to this mortal to eat, but it was because Yan Yinzhi regarded it as a treasury, otherwise he would never have dreamed of eating the meat he had roasted with his own hands.

Zhulu stood up, ignoring Zhang Qing's surprised gaze, and walked straight to the other side of the haystack.

Zhang Qingling followed his figure and found that Miss Yan was also on the haystack. However, he was blocked by the huge eggs on the haystack, and he did not see it for a while.

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