Under the roar of the Sword Sect Master, the giant sword was already in the edge.

The six peaks of the Great Sword Sect, the disciples of each peak, have come out of their own cultivation places. With anger and excitement, they flew towards the Sword Sect Main Peak Square in groups.

There, they will accept the annual mission of the Sword Sect and sweep away all the enemies of the Sword Sect. And this year, their goal is to arrest the two marriage escapees who dared to plunder and kill in the territory of the Sword Sect.

Among the countless Sword Sect disciples like sea sand, a naughty and cute girl, unlike those Sword Sect disciples who were full of excitement and anger, her lovely face was full of worry, and her mouth was full of words: "Sister Cat, don't you have an accident......

.........

Chen Mo, who ran away with the gentle woman, the blood from the corners of his mouth was still flowing out, but he didn't have time to wipe it for a while, but kept exerting his legs, wanting to run farther away with the gentle woman.

The gentle woman Mao Rong, who was held in Chen Mo's arms, saw Chen Mo running fast in the air, and the blood that kept flowing from the corners of her mouth. With tears in her eyes, she kept using her dazzling white sleeves to wipe the blood flowing from the corners of Chen Mo's mouth.

This made her dazzling white sleeves quickly resemble the black and crumpled rag.

But even so, the hot blood that kept flowing from the corners of Chen Mo's mouth seemed to be impossible to wipe out.

Now Chen Mo, his ash-smeared face is no longer black, but has turned into a terrifying blood black. Between the blood-black shells, there was a faint paleness, which was very terrifying.

.........

Chen Mo, who kept running, held a gentle woman in the air and ran blindly for about two hours.

He was so badly injured and running for too long that he fell weakly towards a rushing waterfall between mountain streams.

Chen Mo, who fell from the air, held the arm of the gentle girl Maorong, and also loosened at this moment.

The two of them began to descend continuously, and they were about to fall into the rushing water.

"Fly!"

The gentle female cat Rong who was let go by Chen Mo, in the empty time of the fall, quickly raised her flying sword, and then flew towards Chen Mo, who was constantly falling.

After catching Chen Mo. The two of them stopped their falling bodies ten feet away from the surging waterfall.

A gentle woman dressed in white, Mao Rong, stood on the flying sword and hugged Chen Mo, who was already confused, and flew towards the shore not far from the waterfall.

Her white and delicate face was full of tears.

"Ahem......"

Put Chen Mo in a smooth boulder, listening to him in a coma, coughing constantly, and black blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

Mao Rong's tearful face was full of anxious looks, but he didn't know what to do.

She first hurriedly took out some thick and soft silk clothes from her Sumeru bag and spread them flat in the boulder. Then he laboriously hugged Chen Mo and lay down in it, and gently called out to him who was unconscious.

"I'm so tired, I'm so tired......"

Chen Mo seemed to have lost consciousness in his body, and wanted to fall asleep tiredly, and in a daze, there was always a faint familiar call in his ears.

I struggled to open my eyes to see who was calling me, but I found that my eyelids were like a thousand pounds, and I couldn't open them no matter how hard I tried.

......

The gentle woman who kept calling Chen Mo Maorong saw the black-faced man lying in front of her, and there was no sign of waking up in a coma.

This made her face look anxious, and she became more and more flustered, wanting to take Chen Mo to the doctor, but she was afraid that his injuries would worsen among the pilots.

I wanted to go to the doctor myself, but I was afraid that Chen Mo, who was weak and unconscious, would be hurt by the beasts here.

There is no way to have the best of both worlds, a gentle woman cat Rong, first took out spare clothes from the Sumeru bag and soaked them in the stream.

Then he drove the fire technique, dried the soaked clothes, and then used the warm clothes to wipe the black and red blood shells on Chen Mo's face.

After a few trips back and forth like this, the clothes that were originally white were already black, and the pot ash and blood red on Chen Mo's face were finally gone.

Already, revealing his handsome, now pale cheeks.

The cat looked at Chen Mo, who showed his true face, and his face showed a look of surprise. He felt that the man in front of him at this moment gave her a sense of déjà vu, but she couldn't say that she had seen it there.

Mao Rong didn't think too much about it, a man can work hard for himself, and that kind of emotion has already made her a little fascinated.

Learning from the TV episodes he had watched before, Mao Rong cut some branches in the grove next to the stream and river, and dyed a fire next to Chen Mo.

After doing this, after seeing Chen Mo in a coma, under the hot fire, the paleness on his face was not as scary as at the beginning.

This made the cat Rong, who had been busy for a long time, feel a little better in a panicked and restless mind.

Then, she picked up her flying sword and watched in the stream not far from Chen Mo, ready to stab some stream fish. For the comatose and weak Chen Mo, cook some fish soup to supplement some nutrients.

At this moment, fish soup is probably one of the few sources of nutrition for the seriously ill and weak Chen. And keeping yourself busy can also make your nervous mind so that it doesn't collapse.

Maybe Chen Mo's injury was not as serious as it seemed, or it was Mao Rong's careful care that made his injury less.

After falling asleep for a few hours, Chen Mo woke up and turned around.

He struggled to sit up, but found that he had no strength in his body, so he could only turn his head slightly and look around.

The familiar figure was standing by the stream on the side, holding the sword in his hand and raising it, his eyes staring at the flowing stream. was motionless at that point, so that Chen Mo, who was looking at her, was stunned.

"Whoa......

In the splash of water, the sad face of the woman in white rarely showed a trace of joy. In the midst of her swift sword was a five-inch-long stream fish wagging its tail.

The beautiful and gentle woman in white seems to have completed a lot of work. Collected his sword and grabbed the brook fish, and on the shore not far away, he used his sword to deal with the brook fish.

The rusty scaling technique made Chen Mo, who looked at her, know that she belonged to a woman who rarely cooked. And her hands full of fish scales made Chen Mo feel a warm current surging in his heart.

The sword became her best fishing knife, and the brook fish first cut the belly and dug the gills, and then did this.

She took the processed brook fish, and after the flowing stream water washed off the fish's blood, she picked up the brook fish and tried to stew it, but found that she did not have a good stew pot.

When she got up, she saw that the man lying on the boulder had woken up and was looking at her.

Seeing this, the smile on his face bloomed, and with a look of joy, he ran towards the man's location.

Chen Mo, who woke up, looked at the beautiful woman, the bright smile, and the rushing figure, the exhaustion and hardship seemed to be swept away.

On his pale face, a rare smile appeared.

"You're finally awake!"

The gentle woman cat, with a happy face, ran towards Chen Mo, who was lying flat.

"Yes, I'm awake. Although I can't exert my strength, my body is much better......"

Hearing the gentle woman's happy tone, Chen Mo planned to answer in a relaxed and humorous tone, but halfway through speaking, he found that he really had no talent.

The happy gentle woman didn't know what Chen Mo was thinking, but said to him with a bright smile: "I want to cook some fish soup to nourish your body, but I find that there is no suitable thing to cook." ”

Listening to her words, Chen Mo felt that it was enough, and then stroked the scabbard on his back with his head, and replied with a smile: "The wooden scabbard on my back, there is a divine sword there." ”

"Sharpen iron like clay, and use it to dig out a stone pot for cooking. ”

Listening to Chen Mo's words, the gentle woman looked at his back.

On his back, there was an ugly wooden scabbard. And on the wooden scabbard, half of the beautiful sword handle was exposed, and he hurriedly ran over happily.