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Bai Tingyu inspected the defense and found nothing wrong before coming down from the top of the city.But he was not in a hurry to go back to rest, recalling that he had just seen Zhou Jirong leave the city, he was still very upset after thinking about it, he still couldn't hold back, and went out of the city as soon as he turned his footsteps.

Zhou Jirong didn't run too far, there was a sparse forest to the east of the city, he brought a little rooster out of the city, and picked up some firewood here to roast it.

Bai Tingyu searched for the light of the fire, but he noticed it when he was still far away, and raised his head vigilantly to take a look. Seeing that it was Bai Tingyu, he lowered his eyes again, lazily resting his chin on his knee.

He looked reluctant to speak, but he didn't even open his mouth to drive Bai Tingyu back.

Seeing this, Bai Tingyu kept a little distance and sat next to him, and by the way, took the branch with the chicken skewered in his hand and continued to roast it.

It's just that his attention was not on the chicken, and he glanced at Zhou Jirong from time to time.

After a few times, Zhou Jirong noticed his cautious and probing eyes, raised his head and looked at him for a while, and then said resentfully: "I have never suffered such a big loss!"

He caressed his injured arm with his right hand as he said this.But Bai Tingyu knew that what he was talking about was not the injury on his arm, but something else.

The person who shot him at that time probably thought about the consequences before he took the shot. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, and knowing that falling into the hands of the man would not end well, he simply killed himself while others were not prepared. There was no opportunity for interrogation.After asking the rest of the people, there really was someone who knew him and identified him as a hunter. Looking at the physical characteristics of that person and the bow and arrows he was carrying, he was also an ordinary hunter, but nothing else could be discerned.

In this way, Zhou Jirong has no place to vent his anger. He is not angry because someone intends to assassinate him. After all, he has such a simple and rude temper that refuses to restrain himself. Even if he just went to Yantong once, he still made enemies for himself.Assassin or something, the first and fifteenth day of the junior high school can always encounter it once or twice.

Zhou Jirong stepped forward to take a look. This person looked very strange, and he had never seen him before in his impression.But this is not surprising, most of the people who can really offend him are rich and powerful, so they can naturally find someone to do things for them, and it is not their turn to go to the battle in person, this person's face is also reasonable .

If you really want to say who is playing behind his back, it is really difficult to judge because there are too many suspicious objects.It's just that this time and occasion is unusual, which is really annoying.

Zhou Jirong was annoyed, but he could tell the difference, he didn't want to add trouble at this time, he still comforted the rest of the old, young, women and children, and escorted them to Huangjiatun for resettlement.

This is true on the surface, but it's strange that this master, who has always refused to take advantage of a little loss, doesn't grind his teeth behind his back.

Bai Tingyu was feeling guilty for not taking good care of him today and hurting him, wishing he could drag out the people behind him and cut them alive, but he didn't have a clue at the moment, although he thought in his heart that he had to investigate to the end, it was wrong at this time Zhou Jirong's mention of this incident only added to his annoyance.

Seeing Zhou Jirong's aggrieved and uncomfortable appearance now, he couldn't help feeling weak in his heart, and softly comforted him: "There will always be a time to find the place."

The disposition to hold grudges against Lord Zhou Xiaowang, of course, Bai Tingyu will find it sooner or later in this incident.

What he said didn't have much consoling effect, Zhou Jirong nodded with a grimace, and said after a while: "I'm not happy!"

He spoke in a calm and steady tone, but Bai Tingyu could still hear a bit of grievance in it, and it seemed that there was still a little bit of Lao Tzu's displeasure and the intention to come quickly.

Bai Tingyu thought for a while, and if he wanted to say the truth, he knew it in his heart, so he didn't need others to explain it.So he didn't say much, stretched out his hand and touched Zhou Jirong's arm carefully, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

The softness in Bai Tingyu's tone was able to soothe Zhou Jirong's emotions, and made him feel a little happier. He squinted his eyes and said nonchalantly: "It's just a small injury, you don't need to wrap it!"

It was already the beginning of summer, and the clothes were already light and thin.Bai Tingyu felt through the cloth, but sure enough, he didn't feel the bandage.

At that time, he went to take care of the group of people who survived the catastrophe, and because of the many people, he is now an outgoing general, and with Zhou Jirong's personal followers next to him, he couldn't force himself to come forward Go do these personal chores.Moreover, Zhou Jirong didn't want to publicize the matter, he didn't even call for a military doctor, and Fang Zhen had to deal with the injury on his arm hastily.

Bai Tingyu frowned slightly as she straightened her head: "Fang Zhen can't do meticulous work, it's fine to be careless in his usual hands and feet, but now even you dare to mess with him, it's against him... Let me see!"

"I told him not to pack..." Zhou Jirong said, but seeing the worried look on Bai Tingyu's face, he paused for a while, and had to swallow the rest of the words, and nodded his chin in obedience Said: "You can watch it if you want..." But in the end, he murmured and added: "...It's really just a small injury, almost like being scratched by a branch..."

Bai Tingyu ignored what he said, insisted on seeing it with her own eyes, reached out and untied his neckline, stopped and tugged again, exposing the injured arm.

The wound was naturally more serious than being scratched by a branch, but it was just a bit longer, not too deep, and it didn't hurt any bones, so it was considered a flesh wound.At this time, the blood had clotted, and it looked like a long blood scab.

In fact, this kind of injury is not even considered to be an injury on the battlefield. It is not that Zhou Jirong has suffered more serious injuries than this one, but when he thought of the situation when he was scratched by this arrow, Bai Tingyu felt guilty and blamed himself. Be more vigilant, and you won't be able to take advantage of it due to a momentary negligence.

At this moment, he didn't bother to ask Zhou Jirong if it hurt any more, and with a cautious attitude, he stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the edge of the wound.

Zhou Jirong involuntarily shrank by the side, but Bai Tingyu immediately stopped and said in a hoarse voice, "It hurts? Is my hand heavy?"

Zhou Jirong didn't feel much pain, but Bai Tingyu's extremely light movements made him itchy.He just wanted to explain, but when he raised his head, Bai Tingyu frowned slightly, eyes full of reluctance and worry stared at him anxiously. The slight itchiness that was originally like a feather brushing over became a taste, and it became like a kitten scratching its heart. The strange numbness tickled his heart and made some other thoughts just around the corner.

When Bai Tingyu was still hanging his hand and wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it, Zhou Jirong reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand off his account.Then he didn't let go, as if he was just pinching and pinching his wrist with his fingers casually, while saying in a calm tone: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

During this moment, his mind turned around countless times, but his tone and expression were very calm, and Bai Tingyu didn't realize that his mind was absent-minded or that he was harboring evil intentions, and his eyes lingered on his shoulders, still annoyed: "... ...I'm afraid this will leave a scar..."

"A man is a man, if you leave a scar, you will leave a scar. There is a big deal!" Zhou Jirong replied casually, and suddenly changed his mind when he said the words, and turned around and said: "But I don't have scars easily on my body. The injury is almost invisible now, you can take a look if you don’t believe me.”

His proposal aroused Bai Tingyu's emotions, but he also vaguely felt that something was inappropriate, so he hesitated and smiled, "It's best not to leave scars."

"Look at it?" Zhou Jirong naturally wouldn't think about it easily, and continued to coax him calmly: "The knife on my back last year is probably almost invisible now, can you help me see it?"

Bai Tingyu has always been the most concerned about his affairs, and said anxiously: "You were injured last year? When did it happen? Why don't I know..."

Zhou Jirong was not easy to speak, and said vaguely: "I can't remember clearly, anyway, it was in the past...Do you want to see it or not?!"

If Bai Tingyu cared about it, he would be confused, and he couldn't care less about Zhou Jirong's mind of holding grudges. If he really wanted to be stabbed, he had to remember it firmly. Not just showing you the air of blowing hair, I had to quickly agree: "Okay, don't be annoyed, I didn't say no, I just take a look..."

Immediately offended, he stretched out his hand to untie the rest of his clothes.

Zhou Jirong was secretly proud of himself, but he couldn't show it blatantly on his face, he suppressed a smile that was not a smile.Fortunately, Bai Tingyu lowered his head and didn't see it.