Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 873 His Royal Highness's Cat - The End (23)

Jiang Wan really didn't expect that it would be as difficult for me to transform into a human form as it is to learn Buddhist scriptures from Sanzang
She came out of Fuzhu's tent, and went all the way to the depths of the hunting ground with the women's clothes she had prepared in advance.

Because of her practice for hundreds of years, those animals were very polite when they saw her.

Feeling the scorching heat all over her body, Jiang Wan also knew that it was imminent for her to transform into a human form.

She hid behind a banyan tree as thick as five people hugging each other.The banyan tree should be a thousand-year-old tree with a hole in it, just big enough for her to lie in and hide.

In order to be safe, Jiang Wan also specially found a spiritual flower deer to help her watch the wind.

Transformation reached the last moment, but Fu Zhujing and Wei Tingyun found this place, and also set their sights on the flower deer.

In the nick of time, when she completely transformed into a human form, she also quickly patted the deer to let it leave from here quickly.

After all, she was the one who begged the flower deer first, so she must not let the flower deer lose her life for herself.

Hualu escaped a catastrophe, but she was not so lucky.

The girl bit her lips heavily, with a painful look on her face.

The clothes she brought were too late to wear, so she could only pull them loosely to cover the private parts of her body.

Jade neck, fragrant shoulders. Further down are the legs as white as lotus root.

The girl was covered in scarlet blood.The dazzling crimson and the whiteness echo each other, and one can feel a fragmented femininity from a distance.

Seeing Fu Zhu getting off his horse and rushing towards the injured girl, Wei Tingyun felt that it was okay for him to just sit on the horse.

He also hurried down and followed Fu Zhu's footsteps.

"Wei Tingyun."

Fu Zhu stopped suddenly and turned to look at him.

Wei Tingyun blinked.

"Hurry up and go back to the lonely tent to find the doctor."

Wei Tingyun, "But that girl."

His words were cut off by the man in a cold voice, "Never say a lonely word a second time."

Wei Tingyun knew well that the Highness in front of him was already angry.

Normally, this His Highness is easy to talk to, but when he used "孤" to refer to himself, he felt displeased.

But what Wei Tingyun couldn't figure out was that he accidentally shot a girl. How could the prince, who has always been uninterested in girls, get so angry with him?
According to what he thought in his mind, His Royal Highness should be riding his horse back into the big tent with a blank expression at the moment.

"Wei Tingyun." Fu Zhu emphasized his tone.

This chilling name made Wei Tingyun not dare to delay any longer, so he got back on his horse and rode back to the big tent to find the doctor.

The people and horses have already traveled far, and the husbands can't care about other things and move forward quickly.

The girl lying on the grass covered her chest with one hand, preventing the clothes covering her body from slipping down.Holding the arrow feather shot at his chest with one hand, he exerted all his strength as if he wanted to pull out the arrow feather.

The transformation was Jiang Wan, who was already in pain, but now she was shot again, and she almost fainted from the pain.There was not much left of the waking consciousness that remained.
In a trance, she could feel herself being half-embraced in someone's arms, and the hand that was holding the arrow feather and trying to pull it out was also stopped and held down.

"Pull it out at this time, and you will lose too much blood."

"Pain" The girl's eyes were lightly closed, and the teardrops in her eye sockets fell down one by one.

"Brother knows." The man rubbed her head, "Brother's little Peach Blossom is a crying little girl who shed tears after being stung by a bee."

The girl stopped talking, wondering if she heard his voice just now.

Fu Zhu gently tore off her clothes, frowning at the wound on her chest.

The arrow wound was three inches below the left shoulder, and the wound was not deep.

Fu Zhu heaved a sigh of relief, and he was glad that Wei Tingyun's half-baked archery skills were not good.

(End of this chapter)