Wu Jian becomes empty

Sun Wukong found that person in a ruined temple. If it wasn't for Xiao Tiangou who accompanied him, even if he didn't have something to imprison his head, he might not be able to recognize him.

That decadent look, there is no heroic and high-spirited appearance in the past.He just huddled in that small corner, dying, and was guarded by the Xiaotian dog all the time.

Roaring Sky Dog has seen Monkey King before, even if he didn't smell the smell, he recognized it at a glance. He was startled, and was about to fight with Monkey King and run away with his master, but he was fixed there by Monkey King, unable to move, and even fought back. Never give him the chance.

Sun Wukong quietly walked to Yang Jian and squatted down slowly, stroking Yang Jian's long hair in front of his face, the ink fan at his waist appeared in the eyes of Xiao Tianquan, and Xiao Tianquan winked at Mo Fan vigorously, Mo Fan felt a pang in his heart The white eyes pulled out one by one, turned into a human form, and fought the Xiaotian dog out with a wink.

"Why are you going to save my master?"

"Monkey King will save him."

"Who believes!"

"Didn't you see the relationship between Sun Wukong and the master?"

Sanshoujiao looked at the dazed look on Xiaotiangou's face, and overestimated the IQ and EQ of a dog, so he pulled him aside to explain, making room for Monkey King and Yang Jian.

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Sun Wukong saw that he was uncomfortable here, and wanted to hug Yang Jian to a comfortable place to have a good rest, but when he touched Yang Jian's body, Yang Jian groaned and frowned. , took off his clothes, and his back was covered in bruises.

These bruises were definitely not from the fight with Chen Xiang and his group, it looked like fist and foot injuries, caused by mortals.

No matter how good Yang Jian is, he is a god after all, how could he be bullied by mortals.Sun Wukong put his hand to his pulse, his brows frowned, and all the breath of mana flow disappeared.

Sun Wukong cursed in his heart, hugged Yang Jian horizontally, looked at the bloodless lips, couldn't restrain the pain in his heart, and was about to bow his head to kiss it, but first touched the scary hot forehead, thinking that Yang Jian was a flesh body Sanctification, losing mana is not the same as mortals, and before losing mana, he suffered such a serious injury.

Sun Wukong transformed into a warm red cloak and wrapped it tightly around the person in his arms, walked out of the ruined temple, and after leaving a certain distance, he saw the ruined temple behind him surrounded by fire.

Hearing what the three-headed Jiao said, Xiao Tiangou couldn't accept it for a while, and suddenly smelled a burning smell. Looking forward, he saw that the ruined temple where the owner was resting was on fire, and hurriedly dragged the three-headed Jiao away. Save the master.

The three-headed Jiao rolled his eyes at Xiao Tiangou and said, "What to save, the master is not there at all, just follow Monkey King."

Xiao Tianquan looked aggrieved: "He is going somersaulting for thousands of miles, the speed is too fast, how can he keep up?"

"Stupid, with a nose."

"Oh oh oh."

In the end, the two followed Monkey King's cave, and saw that the dirty clothes on the owner's body had been changed, and ointment had been applied to the wounds on his body. He was lying on a comfortable bed, and there was still no sign of waking up.

Xiaotiangou stepped forward worriedly and called timidly: "Master..."

Sun Wukong packed his things and came in. Seeing Xiaotiangou's expression of worry that his owner couldn't wake up, he explained with disgust: "I ordered his sleeping point."

Roaring Sky Dog seemed to think that Sun Wukong had no good intentions for his master, so he had a vicious expression on his face: "You!"

"I want to give Yang Jian medicine, I'm afraid he will wake up in pain, besides, Yang Jian's current body needs to take a good rest."

"..."

Sun Wukong gave Xiaotiangou a bag of silver: "Go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine to reduce fever."

Xiao Tianquan was taken aback, but before he understood, Sun Wukong had already sat by the bed, put his hand on Yang Jian's forehead, and measured the temperature, then Xiao Tianquan understood, and hurried to grab the medicine.

After the Xiaotian dog came back from grabbing the medicine, he quickly went to fry it, put it out after frying, and put it firmly on the table beside him.

Sun Wukong looked at the bowl of freshly boiled medicine and released the sleeping point on Yang Jian's body, but Yang Jian was still in a deep sleep, when he woke up, the medicine was not too cold, so he could drink it directly.

Sun Wukong has been sitting next to him and watching, in case Yang Jian wakes up and leaves without seeing anyone, he will go there to look for it again, besides, his body is so weak that he has never been so weak that he can breathe very lightly I'm afraid it disturbed him.

Sure enough, when the medicine was almost cold, Yang Jian also slowly opened his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar environment above his head, scanned around and finally fixed on Monkey King.

"It's you."

Sun Wukong nodded and helped Yang Jian to sit up, and handed him the medicine.

Yang Jian took it, drank it down, without any expression, handed over the empty bowl again, and asked softly, "How did you find me?"

Monkey King didn't answer: "Yang Jian, what are you doing?"

Yang Jian saw the lotus lamp on the table, understood something, and answered himself: "The lotus lamp."

Monkey King asked again: "Yang Jian, let me ask you what are you doing?!"

"Help me bring the lotus lantern."

Sun Wukong clasped Yang Jian's shoulders tightly with both hands, stared at the eyes that had been ignoring him, and shouted: "Yang Jian!!"

"It's nothing."

"answer me!!"

Yang Jian pushed away the hands on his shoulders, but Sun Wukong wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tightly in his arms. Yang Jian put his hands on his forehead and said, "Train Chenxiang."

Sun Wukong sneered, but he didn't have the feeling of ridicule, but his heart was cold: "Then I will practice with my own life?!"

"I'm tired, let me rest for a while."

"Yang Jian..." Sun Wukong imprisoned him in the narrow shoulder-width area, looking straight at him with a pair of golden pupils full of passion.

Yang Jian closed his eyes as if accepting his fate.