fall into enemy hands

The two of them were a little confused for a while, so they tacitly dug a pit and buried the dead horse who couldn't bear the possession, but Zhanfeng had complete functions, so he dug a pit and buried some soil for a few ones, two, three, four, five and then dealt with it. alright.

Then Zhan Feng squatted down in front of Xia Fan, staring at the blood on his chest, "Where did you get hurt?"

Xia Fan stared blankly at the carriage burning into ashes, and then he realized that he lowered his head and followed Zhan Feng's gaze to look at himself, "The chest was scratched. Fortunately, I hid quickly, or I would have stabbed it in."

Zhan Feng frowned, "I'll take a look at the wound after taking off my clothes."

Xia Fan glanced left and right, "I just take it off here?"

At this moment, Zhan Feng remembered that the carriage was also burned.

Xia Fan suggested, "Why don't we go to the next inn and talk about it."

Zhan Feng vetoed, "This is a ghost town, and there may not be any inn in a hundred miles around."

Xia Fan suggested again, "Then where can we get another carriage?"

Zhan Feng: "..."

Xia Fan didn't give up, "Either it's a horse, or... that can travel..."

Zhan Feng: "Let's deal with your wound first, this is more realistic."

Xia Fan collapsed: "..."

"I didn't feel anything at first, but now I'm a little weak."

Zhan Feng picked up Xia Fan with one hand, "Clean the wound first."

Xia Fan killed three times: "Is there a clean cloth?"

"Is there any medicine?"

"Where do we sleep later?"

"..."

Xia Fan was placed by the stream, Zhan Feng stretched out his hand to untie his clothes, Xia Fan accepted passively, "Aren't we very close to the ghost town? What if we go back?"

Zhan Feng lifted Xia Fan's underwear, "What? You want to be stabbed again by that ghost king?"

"..."

Xia Fan said heartlessly, "I really don't feel any pain."

Zhan Feng frowned, the wound was not caused by a knife, but by scratches like claws, probably the ghost king's claws.

The wound was not deep, but it was likely poisonous.

"Do you still have the medicine that the leader gave you?"

Xia Fan took out two bags from the back of his waist, "I only keep these on my body, and the rest are troublesome, so I put them in the car."

Zhan Feng tore off the cuffs of his inner shirt, washed Xia Fan's wounds with stream water, applied some Jinchuang medicine, and tied the cuffs to isolate the dirty clothes.

Xia Fan was still struggling, "Do you think the result would be different if you didn't burn the carriage?"

"..."

After Zhan Feng handled it well, he picked up Xia Fan, "You can sleep for a while."

"You hug me to sleep? Are you not tired?"

"Take you along, you may be tired."

"Without horses and carts, how long will it take us to go to the next city?"

"About 10 days away."

Xia Fan wanted to cry but had no tears, "I can't sleep anymore."

"I heard that people in Yunshan can fly with swords. It seems to be false...you are using your feet..."

"..."

After a while, however, he stopped talking and fell asleep.

To be honest, Zhan Feng is working so hard now, it is really because he is careless and completely underestimates the enemy. He never thought that Xia Fan would have any attractiveness to attract the ghost king.

But after getting along with each other these days, looking back carefully, Xia Fan is really always provoked.Every time he went to a city, he never let him relax.

Zhan Feng looked down at Xia Fan, "Why don't we leave it here?"

The person in his arms slept peacefully, Zhan Feng smiled helplessly and continued walking along the road.

At night, Zhan Feng found a place suitable for resting under a big tree, put Xia Fan down, moved his arms, took off his outer shirt, put it on Xia Fan, and found a piece of wood that looked good. Give Xia Fan a pillow.

He himself leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to rest.

With his back to Zhan Feng, Xia Fan suddenly opened his bright eyes.

Do you really want to go to the next city for 10 days?The ghost town is so close!Wouldn't it be better to buy another carriage?

Xia Fan didn't think that the ghost king was targeting him. After all, he was nothing special. It was very likely that Zhan Feng's appearance made others notice them.the most important is!The ghost king was injured, and the screams were more real than anything else, and I'm afraid he won't have the energy to make trouble in a short time.

So it's not too late to go back before we're too far away!

Xia Fan made up his mind, turned his head and saw Zhan Feng sleeping on the stump, got up carefully and left...

The next day, Zhan Feng grabbed Xia Fan and went on the road.

"..."

Zhan Feng grabbed the back of Xia Fan's neck, "I wanted to prevent you from walking by yourself, but it seems that you are not tired."

"Shall we go back there? Huh? At least find a horse! Do we really have to walk for 10 days?"

"Don't even think about going back to the ghost town."

"Then I won't go back, can't you go into the city alone?"

"You are from Yunshan, what the hell are you afraid of?"

"We don't even have dry food! This road is deserted, what do we eat?!"

This is the time problem.

Zhan Feng stopped, just when Xia Fan thought he was going to go back, Zhan Feng picked up a stone on the ground, turned his fingers over, and a pigeon fell in front of Xia Fan.

"..."

"Can you handle pigeon feathers?"

Zhan Feng snapped his fingers, and the flames jumped in his hands.

"Burn it directly."

"..."

The result can be imagined.

"Are you really not planning to go back?"

Zhan Feng didn't respond.

Xia Fan took a bite of the burnt pigeon and silently spit it out.

"If you don't eat, you won't have strength."

Zhan Feng also took a bite.

"..."

Unable to hold back, he spit it out in one gulp.

Xia Fan cried, "I'm so hungry."