123 will not be left again

This is what Lin Yarong saw when she looked back. A wolf bit Mogilu's left arm, but the man held her firmly. And what splashed on her face, she didn't have to guess that it was Mojiru's blood.

However, under such circumstances, can Mogilu let go and kill the wolf before saying anything else?

Formately, Mojiru was not so stupid that he couldn't distinguish anything. Seeing that Lin Yarong was fine, he quickly let go of his backhand and slapped it out, and the wolf hanging on his arm was beaten far away.

"Are you all right?" Mojiru asked her a question.

"No...it's okay."

Lin Yarong noticed that the giant wolf originally standing in front of her had lost its breath. With the sparse moonlight, she could see several blood holes on the forehead of the giant wolf that fell to the ground. Lin Yarong had heard before that the wolf was a copper-headed iron-tailed tofu waist and could make a bleeding hole in the giant wolf's head. It can be seen that Mojiru has just used a lot. Strength.

However, there are still two giant wolves that have died. Although Mojiru is good at martial arts, one of his hands has been injured. Lin Yarong doesn't know how many chances he has to win against the injured Mojiru against the two giant wolves?

"Hor behind me!"

Lin Yarong just wanted to say that they should run away, but Mojilu suddenly said coldly.

She swallowed the words stuck in her throat and stood behind Mojiru obediently.

Looking at Mojilu's back, Lin Yarong was a little annoyed. How did she recognize this person as Sun Jingbang just now? Does she miss Sun Jingbang too much?

Without waiting for her to continue to think deeply, the two giant wolves standing opposite Mojiru rushed to them one left and one right.

Lin Yarong didn't dare to scream or move, but she was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly. At this time, she could only trust Mojiru.

The messy sound came from behind, and she heard all kinds of sounds, including screams, angry shouts, beast roars... and horse calls.

"Madam, madam!"

Lin Yarong opened her eyes and saw Ashana rushing towards her with tears in her eyes. However, several shadows rushed over Ashaina to Mojiru at a faster speed, protecting the two in the middle.

"Master, are you all right?" Someone asked.

Mojiru covered his arm and said in a low voice, "Quick battle. It is estimated that more wolves will come soon." After saying that, he pulled Lin Yarong with one hand and half hugged him to the carriage.

Lin Yarong glanced at the wound on Mojilu's left arm. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Ashana rushed to her and said anxiously, "Madam...Madam, are you not hurt?"

Lin Yarong shook her head, but her mouth was shocked by her hoarse voice.

Mojiru looked back at her.

Concentrate, Lin Yarong said, "I... I'm fine."

After saying that, Mogiru picked her up despite her refusal.

Sitting in the soft carriage again, Lin Yarong couldn't recover for a long time. She was indeed scared. She absolutely didn't want to have such an experience again. This time, she was so desperate that she didn't die under the wolf's mouth, but next time, Lin Yarong dared not imagine it at all.

Ashana carefully put a fur coat on her, and Lin Yarong still felt cold in her tight clothes.

Half a day later, she turned her head and looked. Mojiru had torn off the clothes on her left arm with the help of Ashana. The bowl-sized wound was bleeding, but after a while, the air was full of the smell of blood.

Mojiru's injury is more serious than she thought. Should she say something at this time? But after a long time, Lin Yarong still couldn't say a word.

She could only look at it in a stunned way, and then felt that her body had been trembling.

Mojiru looked up at her.

"Come here!"

Mojiru's cold voice came to her ears, and Lin Yarong sat there and shook her head in silence.

She frowned when she saw Mojiru.

Mojiru said for the second time, "Come here, I'll see if you're injured."

"My leg is numb and I can't move."

Lin Yarong could clearly feel the discomfort from her feet at this time. Her feet were painful and swollen, and it seemed that they were not part of her body in the end. Lin Yarong doesn't know why she can't move at once. Isn't she still afraid?

Hearing what she said, Mojiru couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He came over and gently lifted the hem of her skirt.

Lin Yarong heard Mojiru take a deep breath. Although she didn't see it, when she saw the look on Mojiru's face, Lin Yarong knew that the situation of her feet was probably more serious than she thought.

Asana beside her saw it and couldn't help crying: "Madam, you...where else have you been injured? Why did you get hurt so badly?

At this time, a low voice came from outside the carriage: "Master, it's cleaned up."

Mojiru hummed, and then ordered with a gloomy face, "We have to speed up. I'm afraid the wolves will come soon with such a heavy smell of blood. We have to get to the post station as soon as possible."

The bodyguard outside the door took the order and ordered the people and horses to speed up the march. Lin Yarong felt that the carriage under her body shook slightly, and then drove forward at a fast speed.

Mojiru randomly wrapped up the wound on his arm, and then took out a water bag and poured some water on Lin Yarong's feet.

As soon as she touched the cold water, the uncomfortable feeling from her feet made Lin Yarong couldn't help shrinking back. But Mojiru grabbed her feet firmly and didn't let her move.

"Forbear it, the soles of your feet are full of blood, and there are many blood clots in many places. If you don't clean them, you can't take medicine."

In fact, Mojiru didn't expect Lin Yarong to be so seriously injured. When he drove her out of the carriage, he forgot to give her a warm fur coat and a pair of walking shoes. When he saw the wounds of different sizes and depths on Lin Yarong's feet, Mojiru couldn't help but darken a little.

Lin Yarong stretched out her head and took a look. It was really bad. It seemed that she could never walk on the grassland for a long time with only a pair of satin shoes.

Mojiru lowered his head and carefully cleaned the wounds on her feet. Lin Yarong looked up and saw a strange feeling in her heart.

She never liked the man in front of her, but she had to admit that it was the annoying man who had just saved her. Although this accident was caused by Mojiru driving her out of the carriage, there was a fact that Mojiru could never be ignored.

Buddha says that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Lin Yarong knew that she finally owed Mojiru a favor. And this favor is difficult to return.

After a while, her feet were cleaned up. Mojiru took out the ointment and applied it for her, and finally wrapped her feet with clean and soft gauze and gently put them on the cushion.

"Although it's not too serious, the wound is small and large. You should pay more attention these days."

After Mojiru finished speaking, he hesitated and then reached out to her.

Lin Yarong subconsciously lowered her head to avoid it. Although she thanked Mojiru for saving her, she subconsciously did not want to have too much contact with Mojiru.

Mojiru's hand stiffened in mid-air, and then quickly touched her head.

"You have something in your hair." After saying that, Mojiru stretched out his hand, and there were several grass stems in the palm of his hand.

Lin Yarong looked down for a long time, and then whispered, "Thank you."

Mojiru didn't speak, but paused and stretched out his hand to her again. This time, Lin Yarong didn't avoid it. She just thought, was it possible that she had just rolled in the grass? So you got a head of grass?

But this time she guessed wrong again, and Mojiru's hand gently touched her face.

When Mojiru's fingers touched her, Lin Yarong could clearly feel the roughness and coldness on his fingers. Mojiru touched her face twice.

"Your face is stained with my blood."

Lin Yarong didn't think about it, frowned and retorted, "Maybe it's a wolf?"

After listening to her words, Mojiru withdrew his hand and licked it naturally with his tongue. He blinked: "This smell is mine, um... The rouge on your face is also very fragrant."

Lin Yarong turned her head with the impulse of slap in the face. She really looked up at this man, and she shouldn't thank her at all. Speaking of which, everything happened tonight was because of Mojiru. If it weren't for him...

She suddenly breathed a soft breath. In fact, she understood that being angry with Mojiru was just looking for herself for herself. Anyway, it would only be her who would be unlucky in the end. In this case, why bother to argue with a madman?

Lin Yarong decided that no matter what Mojiru said in the future, she would not be serious.

I don't know when Mojiru came over again and came close to her: "Are you angry again?" He spoke almost close to her ear.

Lin Yarong had leaned against the innermost part of the carriage and retreated. She turned her head and stared at Mojiru fiercely and couldn't help sarcasm: "Why, do I have to endure your insult? Can't you even resist? Did it piss you off and drive me out of the carriage again?

Mojiru looked stunned, looked at her for a while, and suddenly laughed loudly: "It seems that you are really angry, madam. But..." He dragged his voice and got closer to Lin Yarong. He looked down at her eyes and said softly, "I don't want to encounter that kind of thing again, so... so I won't leave you again."

In the last sentence, Mojiru said lightly and quickly. Lin Yarong didn't hear it clearly at all. She looked at Mojiru doubtfully. She was entangled in her heart to ask clearly? However, she soon gave up the idea. In her opinion, Mojiru would not say anything good, so why did she find herself uncomfortable?

Ashana has never spoken. In fact, she shrank in the corner of the carriage and quietly looked at Mojiru and Lin Yarong. In Ashina's opinion, Mojiru is really good to Lin Yarong. She has never seen Mojiru spoiled any woman so much. You should know that the superior Mojiru has never washed a woman's feet or done it himself.

Ashana suddenly envied Lin Yarong.

"Master, there is a fire in front of you."

Hearing the sound from the outside, Mojiru straightened up and slightly distanced Lin Yarong. He motioned, and Lin Yarong saw Ashana open the carriage door and then said a few words to the people outside. Soon, Ashana turned around and said to Mojiru, "There is Tama Station in front of him, but the people sent by General Huyan to explore the way have not returned. The general said that there was something strange in front of him, as if someone was marching urgently."

Agent march?

After almost being buried in the wolf's mouth and walking around the edge of life and death, Lin Yarong found that she had been indifferent to many things. Seeing Mojiru frown, she did not feel anything wrong or feel any uneasiness.

However, seeing the solemn look on Mojiru's face, Lin Yarong can be sure of at least one thing. Something happened to Wei Moguo and something big happened.

Soon, news came from outside the carriage.

"Master, it's the third prince."

Yo, is Dahuer coming?