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Junqiao followed closely, and she wielded a frivolous long sword, although it was not as good as Luoshuang in Nanyang's hand, it was also a rare sword in the world, and it was decisive at a whim.Nan Yang entangled Mo Shi's right hand, and Jun Qiao raised his sword tacitly to scrape Mo Shi's back.

Mo Shi moved sideways very sharply, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, but the sharp blade still cut a big hole in the soft armor on his back, and thin bloodstains could be seen faintly.Mo Shi yelled loudly, looked at Nan Yang, grabbed Luoshuang's sword blade with his bare hands, and held Nan Yang in check. His right hand was bleeding and he didn't care about it. He held a mace in his left hand and turned hard to the side of Junqiao.

It took one move on Junqiao to stop the move, and it was only in time to turn around, but when she turned around, the mace was in front of her in an instant, and she wanted to raise her sword to resist, but she was still a beat too late.

Junqiao's heart skipped a beat, and he closed his eyes hard.Come on, disfigurement at worst, I'm a majestic young master of Chaotic Flower Valley, and I'm afraid you won't succeed!

Just as the tip of the mace touched her delicate side face, it was stopped by a domineering force.

Junqiao didn't feel the expected pain, so he opened his eyes and looked over.

It's Nanyang.With his left hand, Nan Yang held the spiked body of the mace with his bare hand.

That pair of tea-like light-colored eyes were covered with frost, and just looking at them would make people shudder.Nan Yang held Luoshuang in her right hand, and Luoshuang was clamped in Mo Shi's hand. She couldn't abandon the sword, so she caught the mace that was swung towards Junqiao with her left hand in desperation.

The sharp mace pierced Nan Yang's left hand until blood flowed out. Nan Yang's left wrist was still wrapped in gauze. With this force and twisting, the old wound under the gauze also cracked, and the snow-white gauze was dyed red. The blood from the old wounds all flowed down the white wrists, staining the white clothes with a strange vermilion.

"Your reaction is too slow." Nan Yang said lightly, and glanced at Junqiao.

Junqiao immediately came back to his senses. Mo Shi's hands are restrained by Nanyang now, which is an excellent time.

Mo Shi roared, and let go of Luoshuang's blade with his right hand, wanting to turn around and attack Junqiao.But Nan Yang obviously didn't give him this time, Luoshuang waved fiercely, Mo Shi's entire right hand was cut off by Luoshuang, and flew out alive!

"Ah!!!!" Mo Shihong roared wildly with red eyes.

Jun Qiao pierced Mo Shi's chest with a sword, and blood spurted out and splashed all over her. He kicked Mo Shi a full five or six meters away with another flying kick, and then stepped forward to make dozens of sword strikes until Mo Shi and the dead pig Just stop moving.

Junqiao turned back and said anxiously: "Nanyang! Your hand..."

Nan Yang drew back his sword neatly, brushed his sleeve as if nothing had happened, and hid his bloody left hand under the wide sleeve, and the long coat actually covered the wound tightly.He said flatly: "Skin trauma, don't worry."

Over there, Yu Xiu and other disciples also finished all the remnants of Fen Tian Lie Huo Banner, and rushed over here.

"You solved it quickly, is there any injury?" Yu Xiu looked at Nan Yang.

Junqiao was feeling guilty, and was about to answer, but Nan Yang answered first: "It's just a piece of shit, it can't hurt us."

Yu Xiu nodded: "That's good. I'll continue to search in other places. You and Master Shaogu go back first."

"En." Nan Yang responded, sheathed his sword, turned and left at his usual casual pace.Jun Qiao pursed his lips tightly, and followed her back to the residence.

Looking at the calm and composed woman in front of her, her slender body is swaying in a white dress that looks like a fairy, and her long black hair is swaying slightly like flowing water.Thinking of her pair of cool and thin eyes like green tea, Junqiao felt quite uncomfortable.

Nan Yang went back to the house, closed the door, and didn't say a word to Jun Qiao.

Nan Yang lit a dim candlestick, and sat silently at the table, where clean gauze, gold sore ointment and other medical sundries were placed on the table.

She looked at her bloody left hand, sighed silently, and took off the gauze that was completely dyed red one by one.

The wound that was originally splashed by the sword-forging lava was poisoned by the ore, so it healed extremely slowly.Now that the scabs have finally formed, the fight has split open again.

Nan Yang hung his injured hand aside, picked up a can of wine with his right hand, squinted his eyes, and poured it on the wound.

"Hiss..." Nan Yang groaned in pain, his left hand was trembling, and a vein was bulging on his neck.

Junqiao went back to his room and changed into clean clothes, without resting, he came to the door of Nanyang's room and knocked on the door hesitantly.

"Honorable Lord Nanyang, is there?"

Nan Yang's left hand was still holding wet spirits. She squinted her eyes in pain. She raised her eyes to look at the door, coughed twice, and said, "Come in, please."

Jun Qiao opened the door and came in. Seeing Nan Yang's description, he frowned slightly: "Is the injury serious?...It's because I'm not good at martial arts, and you got hurt."

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your reaction is a little lacking." Nan Yang lowered his head and dried his wrist.

"You hurt your hand, how do you apply the medicine yourself? I'll help you."

"Thanks for your concern, I'll do it myself." Nan Yang's tone remained calm.

Jun Qiao stopped being polite to her, took the ointment directly, and held Nan Yang's left hand with the other hand.

The cold touch spread infinitely in his warm palm.How can someone's hands be so cold?It really came from the extreme north. It can't be compared to the four seasons of Luanhua Valley, and even the body temperature is so much lower than ordinary people.

Nan Yang was very uncomfortable with the warmth that suddenly wrapped her hand, the temperature seemed to burn herself.She was never used to having any physical contact with others, so she struggled slightly.

Jun Qiao pinched Nan Yang's disobedient hand, and said, "What are you hiding? Anyway, we have been together for so many days, and you still dislike me? Didn't you help me block that mace just now?"

Hearing the words, Nan Yang had no choice but to stop resisting and let Junqiao to toss about.

Junqiao first took the detoxification potion and evenly sprinkled it on the injured wrist and palm.As soon as the detoxification potion was poured on it, it immediately made a squeaking sound when it touched the flesh and blood, as if it wanted to corrode the flesh.

A sharp pain came from the wrist.Nan Yang knew that the potion was very effective, but he still couldn't bear it, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his eyes were narrowed in pain.

Seeing Nan Yang's appearance, Jun Qiao laughed lightly: "The majestic Lord punished by the north is also afraid of pain." As he said, Jun Qiao took out another object from his cuff and flashed it in front of Nan Yang's eyes.

It was a wooden mech mouse, small and delicate, and its head was even more delicate and lifelike.Jun Qiao put the mouse on the table and said, "Touch it with your hand and see."

Nan Yang raised his right hand and lightly poked the small head of the mecha mouse with his fingers. The wooden mouse immediately came to life, moving around like a real mouse, looking very panicked, headless and speechless. Brainstorming on the table.

"Touch its head." Junqiao reminded with a smile while applying the medicine.

Nan Yang touched the wooden mouse's head by the way, and the mouse suddenly quieted down, stopped at Nan Yang's fingertips, arched its upper body and half stood up, and hugged Nan Yang's fingertips with its two small claws. , The delicately carved mouth lightly gnawed on it.

No pain at all, just a little itchy.

Nan Yang looked at Wood Mouse intently, and couldn't help but smile a little.As soon as she moved her finger, the wooden mouse moved with her. It was very interesting, and she gradually became fascinated by it.

"Okay, the medicine is ready." Junqiao said suddenly.

Nan Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his wrist.Several thick layers of ointment were applied neatly and rigorously, in a good order, and not a single small wound was left behind.

Jun Qiao picked up the gauze, wrapped it around Nan Yang's hand, and moved it gently and carefully.The dim candlelight reflected on her side face, making her features more and more picturesque, gentle and bright.

"What the hell is this? What is it for?" Nan Yang asked, pointing at the wooden mouse.

Jun Qiao looked up at Nan Yang, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's just an ordinary toy, for children to play with. If you like it, I will give it to you."

Nan Yang suddenly felt that he couldn't hold back his face, and his ears began to turn red.

"The high and mighty lord will still be shy?... Don't worry, I won't tell others." Junqiao smiled softly, with a soft tone, like a cool evening breeze flowing in from the window on a dry summer night, making people feel comfortable Extremely.

Nan Yang turned her head away and looked out the window.

A snow-white pigeon was perched on the window sill, looking at her with its head tilted.

Nan Yang's heart skipped a beat, this is the pigeon from Beifei.She raised her hand to signal, and the pigeon flew over and landed on her hand, and a letter was indeed tied to her paw.

Nan Yang took down the creed suspiciously.Why did a pigeon come all of a sudden?Did something happen in the North Penalty?

The note was unfolded, and only a few simple words were written vertically:

Qing Huan was seriously injured and her life was hanging by a thread.

Nan Yang's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it, so he narrowed his eyes and looked carefully a few times.But those few words were stamped on the note like iron.

Then her hand holding the note began to tremble slightly, her breathing became chaotic, and her eyebrows were tightly drawn.

"What's the matter?" Junqiao asked curiously while clearing the table after he had already bandaged her up.

Nan Yang's voice was suddenly cold to the valley: "I want to go back to Beifei early, so you and my senior brother can have a word."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yang stood up straight and jumped out of the window at such a high speed that Junqiao didn't even realize it.

Just...so hasty to leave?

Hey... I didn't take any money or clothes...