The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

She shrank her face into Jun Zhao's neck.

Jun Zhao paused, hugged her tightly, jumped onto the rocks, and flew quickly towards the mountain.

Mu Luan didn't know where Jun Zhao was going to take her, but she was extremely sleepy at the moment.

Not long after Jun Zhao took her out, she fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

But after a while, the restlessness in her heart tortured her and she woke up.

Jun Zhao quickened his pace and finally stopped in an open space in a bamboo forest.

A carriage was parked a few steps away.

Yingchuan had been waiting here for a long time, and was no longer surprised to see his master holding Miss Mu.

The master must attach great importance to this Miss Mu.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to see her as soon as he arrived at the paddock.

He hurriedly stood beside the shaft of the carriage and lifted the curtain.

Mu Luan's consciousness was drifting, and she thought she was still being carried around by Jun Zhao.

Unconsciously, he raised his hands to hug Jun Zhao's neck, his mouth overflowing with fragments of words, "Jun Zhao... feels uncomfortable..."

She felt as if her body was caught between ice and fire, sometimes comfortable and sometimes uncomfortable, burning every inch of her skin.

Yingchuan was holding the car curtain with one hand, and was stunned when he saw this.

It was the first time I saw a woman hugging her master like this, and the master not only did not throw her away, but also held her tightly with great pity.

Jun Zhao approached with the person in his arms. Yingchuan suddenly lowered his head and told himself numbly in his heart: I heard nothing and saw nothing.

Jun Zhao glanced into his arms, ignored Yingchuan's reaction, and carried the person into the carriage.

The curtain dropped, hiding the scene inside the carriage, and Yingchuan let out a deep breath.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the carriage. Under the dim moonlight, it looked slender and cold, as if covered with silver frost.

Yingchuan choked before he could finish vomiting.

After being stunned for a moment, I heard a cold voice coming from the car curtain, "Things."

The cool breath made Yingchuan react immediately.

Realizing what his master wanted, he quickly took off the things on his back.

He handed over something wrapped in a long strip of cloth.

Jun Zhao took his hand back and continued, "Go prepare a set of clothes."

Yingchuan was stunned for a moment, and vaguely heard a low, soft cry in the carriage.

His scalp tingled and he immediately agreed, rushing into the dark night like the wind.

In the carriage, Jun Zhao held the person in his arms, stretched out his long arm, and took out the candlestick from the secret compartment in the wall of the carriage.

The tiny flame gradually grew bigger, trembling, and left a silhouette of two people hugging each other on the wall of the car.

The little girl threw herself on him, her rapid breathing hitting his neck.

Jun Zhao gently stroked her long black hair that fell down her back. His throat moved slightly, and he said with a slight smile, "Miss, didn't you tell me not to touch you? Now you throw yourself into my arms and hug me tightly."

He waited, but didn't hear any response from the little girl. Instead, he felt her body trembling more violently.

Jun Zhao restrained his smile and pressed her shoulders to pull her away.

Mu Luan half-closed her eyes, her eyes were watery and filled with blurry light.

She felt pain and heat all over her body. Jun Zhao in front of her had a double image, his outline was blurred, and she couldn't see his expression clearly.

I felt like a fish stranded in the desert, unable to find water. I could only look at him helplessly and pitifully, shaking my head.

Her cheeks were rosy, but her lips were pale.

Jun Zhaochen's eyes turned cold and his gaze moved downwards to her hands hanging at her side.

The blood stained the white bandage, which was sticky and glowed scarlet.

He laid her gently on the small couch and reached out to untie the bandages, with a cold light in his dark eyes.

Mu Luan tilted her head to look at his drooping eyes and explained weakly: "I can't tell whether it was the arrow string or the arrow feathers that hurt me. I applied medicine, but it still hurts..."

Jun Zhao carefully removed the bandage stuck to the wound, and soon the festering wound was revealed.

There was still blood on the wound, and it seemed like the bleeding could not be stopped, seeping out bit by bit.

Her palms were delicate and her knuckles were soft as if they had no bones, which made the wound look even more hideous and eye-catching.

Jun Zhao picked up the hemostatic powder and his eyes stayed on her little face for a moment.

"There's something wrong with the wound. We need to take care of it."

Mu Luan bit her lip lightly and slowly closed her eyes in his dark sight.

Jun Zhao looked at her trembling eyelashes, hesitated for a moment, and poured the powder on the wound.

The moment the powder touched the wound, it seemed to be sucking the blood from the crack.

A slight burning sensation came over him, and a fine layer of sweat instantly broke out on Mu Luan's forehead.

However, the pain did not last long and disappeared within a few breaths.

A slight itch seemed to come, and Mu Luan moved her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.

Jun Zhao glanced at her, and without slowing down, he carefully picked out the pus, applied medicine and bandaged the wound.

There was a hint of focus in Mu Luan's eyes, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a watery red.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the broken water drops will overflow.

The sticky palms felt refreshed and the stinging pain from the wounds disappeared.

But before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Jun Zhao say, "Miss, someone drugged your wound. This kind of aphrodisiac has a certain incubation period. As long as the wound doesn't heal, the drug's effect will be hidden."

Jun Zhao opened the thing wrapped in a long strip of cloth, and inside was an arrow.

The word "Mu" was engraved on the tail of the arrow, and there was still a trace of dried blood on the feathers.

Mu Luan slightly widened her eyes and said in a dry voice: "This is... that arrow!"

The arrow with which she missed the hare in the woods.

Jun Zhao actually found it.

She watched him slide his fingertips across the arrow feathers and easily remove the hidden spike inside.

There is no difference in appearance between the spikes and feathers, and even if you observe carefully, you may not be able to find any clues.

Mu Luan asked in confusion: "After all, the hardness of spikes and feathers is different. How can a person hiding in the dark guarantee that others will not notice the existence of the spikes?"

After all, even she suspected it was her own illusion when she was injured.

Jun Zhao had an unfathomable expression. After a moment of silence, he moved his fingertips from one end of the feather to the other side again in front of her.

It was smooth as a whim, nothing.

But the next moment, Jun Zhao accurately pulled out a sharp thorn.

The spikes immediately became hard and sharp again.

"This thing has been soaked in a special potion. It is soft in itself, but when the external force reaches a certain level, it will take on a spiked shape."

Jun Zhao's eyes turned dark. He applied a little force with his fingertips, and the sharp thorns instantly turned into powder and dissipated from his fingertips.

Mu Luan was shocked, and a sense of fear suddenly rose in her heart.

Who on earth would go to such lengths to destroy her innocence?

Although reputation is important, what Mu Luan fears more is that the people in secret really want to deal with the Mu family.

Mu Luan couldn't help but think of his elder brother who was far away in Yangcheng.

I wonder how things are going with my eldest brother?

As his emotions fluctuated, Mu Luan's consciousness began to become confused again.

If the wound does not heal, aphrodisiacs can still suppress it.