Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

"Where am I..."

Xie Jing woke up leisurely, rubbing his eyes and reflexively trying to grab the alarm clock by the bedside, but ended up grabbing air.

He had completely forgotten that he should be in the forest now, and he couldn't protect himself, so where did the alarm clock come from?

Xie Jing was startled at this thought, jumped up from the ground, and was dumbfounded by the scene in front of him. He remembered that he lost consciousness after being dragged down by the weeds, how could he be in a military tent.

"Report—the enemy army is found ahead!" With a roar, a soldier ran in from outside the tent in a panic.

The man above didn't know what to say, and the soldier ran out quickly after taking the order.

The man reached out and took the grimace mask on the table in front of his eyes. He traced the lines on it with his fingers, and his expression was a little difficult to distinguish.

Xie Jing was too far away from him and could only see the man wearing a golden armor and a red cloak. He was still holding a spear in his hand. The silver light reflected from the tip of the spear made Xie Jing close his eyes. Eye.

Seeing him walking down from the high platform, Xie Jing wanted to turn sideways to get out of the way, but she didn't expect that she couldn't move at all, and could only watch helplessly as the man passed through her body.

Xie Jing couldn't help being verbose all over, it's really wicked...

As soon as he regained his senses, Xie Jing noticed that the scene changed. He was standing in the middle of the two pairs of men and horses, and it was dark as far as he could see.

"Boom, boom, boom—" the drums on both sides were knocked deafeningly.

Xie Jing covered his ears, and he watched the man in the golden armor and holy clothes stand out on a horse.

He walked back and forth in front of the army, his sharp eyes staring at the opposite side all the time, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity, but if there is any trouble, nothing can escape his eyes.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and the atmosphere was very depressing. With a sudden movement of the spear, a powerful roar came from behind:

"Kill! Kill! Kill—"

As soon as the voice ended, the man immediately put down his spear and continued to ride around on the horse. Xie Jing didn't understand what he was going to do, but it seemed that the formation was boosting morale.

The spear was raised again, and the army was in an uproar again: "Mara! Mara! Mara!"

These two words lasted for a long time and echoed throughout the entire army. Xie Jing was shocked by this momentum. He glanced at the man, and saw that the man lowered his body's center of gravity and his eyes were extremely sharp.

Damn, you won't rush over here, will you? !

As expected, the horse neighed and rushed towards the enemy. Xie Jing was so frightened that he closed his eyes and squatted down. The horse passed directly through his body again.

Xie Jing didn't dare to open one eye to look behind until the sound of the horse's hooves gradually faded away. At this time, the man had already arrived in front of the enemy's camp. On the spear.

"Mola! Mola—"

Xie Jing was a little stunned, and couldn't help taking a step back. He saw more and more heads hanging from the man's spear, and the blood dripped down the long pole onto the hand with distinct phalanges, dripping with blood.

ten—

Xie Jing almost bit his own tongue while counting. Could this person be the Mo Luo that General Yang mentioned? !

With a flick of the man's spear, the trophy jumped over Xie Jing's head and fell in front of his own camp. The soldiers immediately cheered, and the enemy retreated in fright.

The man's armor was still dripping with blood, and his horse's mane was also dyed red. He rode forward with high spirits. Xie Jing was lowering his head to wipe off the blood that dripped on his face just now, but suddenly felt his scalp go numb. He raised his eyes The man was staring at him at a glance, his eyes were as gloomy as sharp knives, and he was so scared that he almost sat down on the ground.

he can see him...

Xie Jing stiffened his body and did not dare to move. The man slowly raised his spear, and swept towards Xie Jing's face.

"Snapped--"

Xie Jing felt a pain on his face and slowly opened his eyes, and saw another slap coming towards his right cheek.

"what--"

When Yang Qian saw that he was awake, his pupils shrank, and he immediately closed his hands, and the sound of rubbing his palms against his face stopped instantly: "Your boy is finally awake."

Yang Qian grabbed weeds from the ground and stuffed them into Xie Jing's hands: "Wipe your nosebleed, it's disgusting."

"Huh?" Xie Jing touched his nose, and saw that the blood on his finger almost jumped to the sky: "If you slap your face, you slap your face. Why did you slap my nose? Is my nose crooked?"

"There's a brook there, you can go and see for yourself."

Hearing this, Xie Jing quickly raised her short legs and ran over, squatting by the stream to take a photo from the left and right, for fear that her face might be damaged.

Seeing this, Fu Le hooked his eyes: "I finally know why this Shen Lang brought this trash here?"

Yang Qian was fiddling with the medicine in his hand, when he heard the voice, he raised his eyes and said, "Shu Qi has already gone to the entrance of the tomb, why are you still here, you bitch?"

Fu Le rolled his eyes: "Are you the bandit leader who occupies the mountain as the king? Do you want to open this mountain and plant this tree?"

Yang Qian didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to Fu Le.

"What?"

"Leave your money to buy the way."

Yang Qian was just joking, and knew that this guy wouldn't give it to him, so he was about to withdraw his hand when a piece of silver fell into his palm.

When Yang Qian raised his head to look at him, Fu Le had already turned his back, cleared his throat and said, "This money is considered to be a favor for Shu Qi from you, and I will treat Shu Qi as my rescuer." After finishing speaking, Fu Le left up.

Yang Qian glanced at the silver in his hand, and threw it back, just in time to hit Xie Jing who was still stinky.

Xie Jing felt a pain in the back of his head, took a breath, and looked at Yang Qian with resentment in his eyes.

"Your savior is still lying down, do you still have the nerve to smear yourself by the stream?"

After being mentioned by Yang Qian, Xie Jing recalled that he called Uncle Jiu before he fell into a coma, but Uncle Jiu seemed different at that time, what is the difference?

Xie Jing was thinking seriously when he was hit hard on the head again.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and give your Uncle Jiu the medicine!"

Xie Jing groaned, and honestly took the leaf handed over by Yang Qian.

"If you spill a drop, I'll hang you on a tree for a day in the sun."

Yang Qian touched his chin and picked out the tree trunk with relish. Seeing this, Xie Jing immediately cheered up [-]% and moved his steps carefully.

"hurry up!"

"Yes Yes……"

Xie Jing came in front of Shen Cheng, and finally let out a long breath. Looking at the unconscious person leaning on the stone, he felt a little guilty for some reason.

Xie Jing shook his head quickly when he noticed it, and he didn't fall down on purpose, besides, if this person hadn't tied him up, he wouldn't have encountered these things, and this person wouldn't have been injured trying to save him.

"Brat! What are you doing?!"

Yang Qian roared from the air, Xie Jing immediately came back to his senses, quickly helped Shen Cheng up, let him lean on his body, and after all the preparations were done, he put the medicine juice into Shen Cheng's mouth little by little.

Brother, I have treated you very well, don't wake up and ask me to settle accounts.

Just after feeding the medicine, another leaf appeared in front of his eyes, Xie Jing shifted his gaze to the visitor, and Yang Qian handed the leaf into his sight again.

"Don't be idle, Xiao Shen suffered a serious back injury to save you, you take off his clothes later, and put the medicine on him properly."

Seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, Yang Qian handed him the leaves, which were all crushed herbs.

"Will you die if you don't take the medicine?"

Xie Jing asked innocently, but was stared back by Yang Qian: "If he dies, you will be buried."

Xie Jing: "..."

Xie Jing knelt behind Shen Cheng, turned him over with great difficulty, and let him lie on the rock, seeing that the green clothes were stained with blood, Xie Jing suddenly felt a little helpless, this was the first time for him to do it for someone else medicine……

Shen Cheng's hair was loose, scattered on his back, and some of it was stained on the wound. Xie Jing put the leaves aside first, propped himself up slightly, and patiently brushed his hair in strands. He stroked it well, his eyes were very serious, and his movements were gentle, for fear of hurting him.

Xie Jing gently took off his robe, his fair skin was covered with some sesame spots, and there were traces of blood oozing.

Xie Jing lowered her eyelashes slightly. In order to save him, this person really went all out...

But his skin is really good, so fair and crystal clear that no number of women would be envious of him.

Xie Jing twirled some herbs from the leaves, and applied them carefully to the wound. Although the wounds were small, there were many. Xie Jing was already sweating profusely after applying all of them.

"General Yang, do you have any new clothes?"

Yang Qian heard that a bag was thrown to him: "Look for it, if it's not in this bag, then it really is gone."

Xie Jing flipped through it, and it turned out that the bag was full of symbols!

Xie Jing helped her forehead, this Nine Aunt is still a stinky Taoist priest...

Xie Jing saw that it was getting dark and the forest was cool. If this continues, let alone whether the injury will be life-threatening, the temperature can freeze a person to death.

Xie Jing sighed, took off the clothes on his body, and then pulled off Shen Cheng's robe, the two of them changed, Xie Jing finally had time to rest, leaned back directly, and fell to the ground screaming loudly to sleep.

The night is dark, the woods are also dark, and there are still a few stars in the sky that sprinkle some light.The wind blows from the woods, rolling up the leaves and making a rustling sound, a full moon hangs in the sky, the pale moonlight shines on the man with his eyes closed tightly, the long and slightly curly eyelashes seem to be painted on A layer of silver.

When Shen Cheng woke up leisurely, his eyelashes fluttered like silver butterflies, and a pair of bright black eyes were displayed in front of everything.

Shen Cheng felt pain all over his body, and suddenly remembered that he still had unfinished business, turned his head and saw Xie Jing lying beside him, his breathing was heavy, his brows were tightly knit together, it seemed that he hadn't slept well. Very stable.

"Xiao Shen."

Hearing the sound, Shen Cheng withdrew his hand that wanted to smooth Xie Jing's brow. He looked to the right, only to find that Yang Qian was sitting on a rock with a tired look on his face. He must have been waiting for him for a long time.

"General Yang, what's the matter with you?"

Yang Qian looked at Shen Cheng with a deep look in his eyes: "Xiao Shen, you already know Xie Jing's physique, right?"