Yan Huan

Rao Yan Huan's temperament is indifferent, and at this moment, he is still full of dirty words and wants to speak out. Such a small probability of things can happen. If this continues, he has lost too much blood and died before reaching Zheyan Villa.

"You...you don't move." Yan Huan gritted his gums and said something, enduring the severe pain and stretching out his hand tremblingly to undo the belt.

Feeling his waist loosen, Mo Ze hurriedly propped himself up and rolled aside. His legs were completely numb and unable to move. Seeing Yan Huan who was slowly sitting up, his expression changed. Big drops of sweat dripped down his bloodless face, and his jet-black temple hair was completely soaked. He quickly touched a few of Yan Huan's vital points, and said with imperceptible worry, "Can you hold on?"

Yan Huan looked at the wound that was no longer bleeding crazily, breathing in small mouthfuls, trying not to pull his abdomen: "If you can't hold it, you have to hold it."

Mo Ze listened attentively to the movement of the dark woods behind him, but he didn't hear any footsteps following him, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This place is not far from Zheyan Mountain Villa. He sealed several important points of Yan Huan for a while. Without him as a burden, with Yan Huan's footsteps, he will definitely reach Zheyan Villa before dawn: "This is very close to Zheyan Villa, you hurry up."

Yan Huan didn't reply when he heard the words, he just stood up with his strength. The abdominal injury was so painful that he felt that half of his body was numb, as if he was going to fall down in a second.

Mo Ze looked at Yan Huan who stood up, and smiled softly: "Let's go quickly." However, as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Huan suddenly waved his hand and fell into the darkness powerlessly.

Seeing that Mo Ze was fainted by his medicine, Yan Huan moved a big tree branch in the dark, dragged Mo Ze to the branch, gritted his teeth and looked at the bloody Mo Ze: "I saved you like this If you're still dead, I'll feed your body to the dogs." Enduring the pain, he dragged the tree branch and walked forward slowly...

When Mo Ze woke up, his head was still dizzy, he finally saw his situation clearly, turned over and jumped off the bed, walked out with bare feet, and bumped into Mo Yan who just came in.

"What are you doing in such a hurry? Your injury is still not healed!" Mo Yan grabbed Mo Ze who looked anxious.

"What about him? How is he?" Mo Ze tightly held Mo Yan's shoulders with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot.

Mo Yan froze and shook his head.

Moze's face suddenly changed, and he took half a step back abruptly. He's dead?

Seeing this, Mo Yan quickly helped him up: "He's not dead, but he's not much better."

In the medicine hut, Yan Huan was wrapped in a quilt and was drowsy on the couch covered in water. There were braziers in the four corners of the room, and the raging fire kept spitting out the flames. The temperature of the air made the mouth dry and felt like it was about to burn people The two maids kept wiping Yan Huan's hands and feet with handkerchiefs soaked in hot water, but they couldn't bear it for a while and ran out of the room, and then went in with the other two maids.

"When I found you, you were lying unconscious on a tree branch covered in blood. He dragged the tree branch. You were already unconscious and dragged you all the way. Maybe it was because of excessive blood loss, the coldness in his body Yu Chong woke up, Mo Yu couldn't suppress it anymore, he could only use this most primitive way to keep his body from freezing and shattering, he has a cold physique, he can't hurt his life, but this tossing will eventually lose His body." Mo Yan looked at Mo Ze who was standing beside him, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "My lord and Mo Yu are both on their way back to the capital, you need to heal your injuries first, otherwise Mo Yu will be hurt when he comes back." I'm worried."

Mo Ze stood in front of the window without saying a word and looked at the unconscious Yan Huan. Even outside, he could feel the scorching heat. He never thought that Yan Huan would not throw him away when his life was in danger. Now, close your eyes, it seems that you can see the frail body, clenching your teeth and dragging yourself step by step bloody.

Mo Yan stood on the spot and looked at the back of Mo Ze leaving, knowing that he was very uncomfortable at the moment, so why not? He turned around and looked at the vulnerable person in the room. It was such a scene.