The fast travel host is a real boss

Chapter 304 Occupying the Mountain as King (6)

Fu Yan smiled, "That's a good meal." Eating meat!

The girl shook her head and pursed her mouth: "No, sometimes you can't catch the prey at all. Small animals are very clever. Adults have to go far to catch the prey."

Fu Yan silently added: It seems that she is relatively lucky, although bloody and cruel, but at least she still has something to eat.

outside the house.

Several women in grass skirts gathered together, talking in a low voice, and looked towards Mu Yun's house: "Have you all seen it? What is that girl wearing? She looks like a fairy, and I never I've never seen such a beautiful dress before."

"I saw it, I saw it, such a beautiful dress, it fascinated me at a glance."

"That's even prettier than the clothes on the saintess!"

For a long time, the most beautiful woman in everyone's mind is the saint. The saint has a high status, and the clothes she wears are also different from everyone's, which is particularly prominent.

"Could she also be a saint?"

"impossible?"

……

The sounds of chatting in twos and threes ran into Fuyan's ears.

It can be heard that the saint in everyone's mouth is a special existence.

At night, Fuyan finally saw the saint who everyone said.

Fuyan was sitting in Mu Yun's room when the door was suddenly knocked open from the outside, accompanied by the sound of panicked footsteps and heavy breathing, as if she was tired from running 3000 meters.

The person who broke open the door obviously did not expect that there would be a beautiful girl in the room, and was stunned for a moment.

While they were in a daze, Fuyan saw the pale Mu Yun on the man's back.

Fuyan hurriedly stepped aside and reminded: "Is he injured? Put him on the bed quickly!"

It was only then that everyone came to their senses, hurried forward, and carefully placed Mu Yun on the bed.

Only then did Fuyan see clearly that Mu Yun had a wound on her abdomen, as if she had been scratched by a sharp object.

The wound was pooled with blood, Fuyan frowned, and was about to take out the healing powder to heal Mu Yun, when a voice came from outside the house——

"The saint is here, everyone get out of the way."

As early as when the man carried Mu Yun back, someone went to ask the saint to come and heal Mu Yun.

Originally, everyone who was injured should go to visit the saint and ask the saint to heal their wounds, but the saint's attitude towards Mu Yun is unusual, and Mu Yun's presence with the saint is the only exception.

Mu Yun's wound was not in a fatal danger, so Fu Yan didn't step forward forcefully, but retreated to the side.

The crowd spread out to both sides, clearing a passage for the saint.

The saint was wearing clothes made of coarse cotton and linen, and her three thousand black hair was casually tied up in a bun and scattered behind her. Her face was fair and cold, and she looked ruthless and lustless.

Compared with the grass skirts worn by the women outside the house, the cotton and linen dresses on the saintesses are indeed more outstanding.

The saintess threw all her thoughts on the injured boy on the bed, but she didn't notice Fuyan who was blocked by a tall and burly man.

The saint was sitting on the edge of the bed, and her slender hands touched Mu Yun's skin lightly.

The saint frowned slightly, "Who did you meet?"

She had never seen such a wound.

"Saint, we are about to report this matter. There seem to be other tribes in the west! And their weapons are very sharp and terrifying, which we have never seen before."

The saint frowned, looking strange.

(End of this chapter)