Chapter 129 Warm Cabin

After sacrificing the machete with all his strength, Wang Wujian was completely exhausted. His face was pale and his eyes were weak. Obviously, the lamp was dry. He staggered up and staggered down the slope.

Yu Chiyan looked at Wang Wujian and showed pity, like water and waves, with all kinds of tenderness, but he turned around and wanted to go to the mountain.

Wang Wujian deliberately stumbled and fell down, and Yu Chiyan's body flashed and appeared beside him in an flash.

"Didn't you go up the mountain to find a team? How can it appear at the foot of the mountain? Wang Wujian raised his head bitterly and smiled at her.

"Now there is no monster that can threaten your life from the foot of the mountain. You can leave Mengjia Mountain safely." Yu Chiyan said bitterly, and the crisp wind chime-like voice fell, and she turned around again to leave.

"Did you walk in front of me and sweep away the obstacles on the road?" Wang Wujian quickly asked. He tried to stand up, but because of his excessive force, he pulled the wound on his shoulder and back. A sharp pain made him nervous and fell to the ground again.

"Last time you saved me, this time we are even, and we will not owe each other in the future!" Yu Chiyan Qianying turned her back and still said with resentment, "I doubted you and followed you, but it's not because of the remnants of the overpass map to save you today..."

Wang Wujian was shocked when he heard the words. Half of the words on the mountain just now came from the heart, and the other half was to provoke her to leave her to avoid human disaster. Unexpectedly, she was willing to take great risks and open the way for herself alone. Wang Wujian felt very guilty, but he was conscious of being a ghost, and he didn't want to apologize for it.

Wang Wujian walked to the corpse of the white-faced beast and tried to pull out the machete that fell deep into his back. However, the machete wedged into the spine of the white-faced beast and could not move. He was unwilling to use the power of Yu Chiyan to pull it out with all his strength, but instead of pulling it out, it affected the injured muscles and several wounds.

"Ah..." Wang Wujian suppressed the severe pain and whispered. He had to kneel on one knee to support himself from falling to the ground.

"How are you? Can you hold on?" Seeing this, Yu Chiyan asked eagerly, and her tone changed steeply, euphemistically and secluded, which made his heart warm.

The penetrating coldness of his nerves constantly attacked his nerves. I don't know how many scars on his back made him painful and itchy. His right arm was completely paralyzed like a break without any feeling.

If he hadn't been running for his life and forgetting the pain, he would have been unable to support it. However, at this time, Wang Wujian struggled to stimulate the martial soul to support his consciousness, but it only made his viscera more uncomfortable. It's like when the lamp is dry, it burns the lamp with fire, making the lamp untouchable.

The pain that was enough to tear everything wandered in his remaining consciousness. In a moment of coma, he felt a charming fragrance and a pair of crisp hands holding his left arm.

......

When he became conscious again, he was already lying on a hot bed. The warm quilt could make him clearly feel every pain in his back, chest, legs, hands, internal organs... Almost as long as there is a feeling part, it is a burst of pain. How many wounds there are, he really can't imagine, let alone I believe that I can endure so much pain and survive until now!

A burst of sleepiness and severe pain made him fall into a deep sleep again. In the haze, he repeatedly smelled a faint body fragrance, and every time he could feel a pair of gorgeous hands deftly changing clothes for him. Although accompanied by a trace of pain, his face repeatedly smiled.

After a long time, Wang Wujian woke up again. This time, his eyes opened his eyes seemed to be separated from the world. The roof was made of logs and looked quite old. Although it was warped, it was clean and safe after rest. At this time, the stiff earth kang was covered with several layers of cushions as soft and comfortable as a boudoir. Suitable.

Although the body is wrapped with gauze belts, there is no smell of herbs in the house, but it is filled with a faint fragrance. Wang Wujian's heart is shocked. The owner of this fragrance is not what ordinary people can have. Its name: the fragrance released by hatching flowers and burning can accelerate the recovery of internal injuries and trauma, but it cannot be used for swallowing. Or smear, the number of incubation flowers is rare and expensive, which is one of the essential drugs for many families.

Wang Wujian moved every part carefully. His right hand was plastered, but he finally felt pain. His back was as painful as a fire snake, and other small wounds were better. It seemed that someone in the coma used excellent herbs for him.

The stove is booming in the small room, and the flames are noisy in the stove. There is a square table near the wardrobe, and his weapons are lying safely on the table.

A machete, a scabbard, a flaming snake-shaped dagger, and a bag of powerful cakes given by Sikong Zixian.

It's just that there is no second person in the room.

Wang Wujian recalled what had happened recently. All this was so sudden but reasonable. This was a pre-prepared trap that made him fall in unprepared. As for the purpose... it was self-evident.

Wang Wujian sighed and struggled to do it. He carefully sucked the air in the house, mixed with a faint daughter's fragrance. The taste was extremely familiar. He could almost conclude that it was Yu Chiyan who brought him here and never left during the time of coma, but where is this? Is it Shengwu City?

Wang Wujian barely got to the table and tried to touch his own weapon, which was almost his only partner. Unfortunately, the dagger had been lost, and his hands were wrapped like pig's feet, unable to touch the temperature of the weapon and the familiar smell.

Wang Wujian untied the gauze wrapped around his left hand with his mouth. There were many cracks and scratches on the palm and back of his hand. The wound was smeared with medicine, emitting a strong smell of herbs.

"How did you untie the ribbon?" The door creaked, and a crisp voice complained.

Wang Wujian looked up. Yu Chiyan came in from the door with a bowl of steaming soup in her hand. Her face was as white and smooth as usual, but full of unhapproness.

"It's so uncomfortable that I can't even take a weapon." Wang Wujian explained like a child.

"Then drink it yourself!" Yu Chiyan stared at him and put the decoction on the table. In the past few days, if it hadn't been for her careful care, Wang Wujian would have left only a pile of bones left, and Wang Wujian could feel these after he was completely awake.

Wang Wujian smiled and said, "If I can't move my hand, will you feed me?"

Yu Chiyan turned his back to Jiawang stove at a glance.

"Where is this?" Wang Wujian changed his smile and asked. At present, what he is most concerned about is not the injury, but the environment he is in.

"In the medical hall of a small village." Yu Chiyan still answered in her usual cold tone, but she may not know that this tone was far less stiff than before.