Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

After noticing his gaze, Xiao Zhuo followed him suspiciously and looked over, seeing that there was nothing wrong with his gaze, he questioned softly.

Afterwards, Chu Huan looked away pretending that nothing happened, put the spirit sword into its sheath and stood up.

Xiao Zhuo sat on the spot and blinked his eyes. When he was about to stand up with Chu Huan, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left leg. When he looked down, he realized that there was a hideous wound on his left leg. , the blood seeped through the moon white cloth, it was very eye-catching.

With his movements, the smell of blood also came out.

Seeing that he was not standing still, Chu Huan supported Xiao Zhuo who was about to fall with the hilt in his hand. After he sat back on the stone again, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Xiao Zhuo's legs.

The wound on the calf was obviously scratched by the tree root just now, and there is still a faint black gas on it, which is no accident to be the poisonous gas emitted by the ignorant ghosts.

"When did you get hurt?" Chu Huan asked with a slight frown, and then he raised his head to take a closer look at the bloodstain on Xiao Zhuo's face that hadn't completely scabbed over.

Perhaps it was because the wound on his face was light, so there was no frightening black energy on it.

"The disciple doesn't know either."

As Xiao Zhuo spoke, he moved his injured leg lightly, and instantly gasped in pain.

"hiss......!"

"Sprinkle this on the wound." Seeing this, Chu Huan handed a bottle of medicine to Xiao Zhuo. This black energy should be disposed of as soon as possible to prevent it from quickly infecting Xiao Zhuo's body.

"En." After Xiao Zhuo took the medicine, he sprinkled it on his leg without hesitation. The moment it touched the skin, his entire left leg seemed to be numb and he lost consciousness.

"Does it still hurt?" Chu Huan asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's just a little numb..."

Chu Huan didn't speak anymore, squatted down, took out a dagger from his arms, and cut off the carrion on Xiao Zhuo's left leg several times neatly, followed by the cloud of black air.

After only a moment without the host, the cloud of black air dissipated in the air.

Chu Huan glanced lightly at the bloody leg in front of him, then crushed a few blood coagulation pills on his fingertips, sprinkled them on the wound, and then threw a white belt to Xiao Zhuo.

"Bandage yourself."

Since the black energy is carried by the ghost clan, it must be of no benefit to be infected with Xiao Zhuo. If Xiao Zhuo dies here because of this, he will not be worth the loss.

After solving these, he was able to focus on the surrounding environment.

Everything around is very beautiful. There are trees, flowers and plants growing everywhere. Under the bright moonlight, everything is surrounded by a layer of light blue, which is very fresh and elegant.

The elegant environment does not look like a sealed place, but rather like a secret place.

Chu Huan looked up at the sky full of stars.

Obviously, they didn't know what mechanism they touched just now, and they were imprisoned here.

Now that stone gate has completely disappeared into the air, if you want to go out, you can only find another exit.

He looked back at Xiao Zhuo who had already bandaged and said, "Let's go."

After Xiao Zhuo heard this sentence, he responded and tried to stand up, but his left leg was numb and painful at the moment, it was really difficult for him to stand up.

"..." He looked at the person in front of him and asked for help, "Master, can you help me?"

Because of the blood loss, Xiao Zhuo's lips were completely bloodless at this time, his left leg was stained with blood and wrapped around a few circles of tape, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and he looked miserable.

Chu Huan glanced at him but did not refuse, and stepped forward to pull the Son of Heaven, who was exuding a pitiful aura, to his feet.

"Can I walk?" Chu Huan asked rarely, looking at Xiao Zhuo who was having a hard time standing up.

Xiao Zhuo was stunned for a moment when he heard Chu Huan turned sideways and asked him what he said. He pursed the corners of his lips and changed his words: "Legs are numb, I'm unconscious."

In fact, he just has difficulty getting up, and he can walk on one foot by himself as long as the walking speed is not fast.

Xiao Zhuo lowered his head and put his eyes on his lap, but he was expecting Chu Huan's answer in his heart.

He found that the master seemed to get closer to him when he was injured. Last time he passed out, the master carried him away. Maybe this time he can test it?

"Is the medicine not over yet?" Chu Huan asked.

"Ah."

"Then let's rest here for a while, and leave after your leg recovers," Chu Huan said.

"..."

At this time, in the back mountain shrouded in darkness, He Zheng was slowly wriggling in the ground. The black rotten soil was arched into winding bulges, and then it burst open suddenly. Broken root-like objects popped out again.

They seemed to be organized and disciplined puppets, spreading around, as if they were searching for something, but after a while, they found nothing.

Then the group of tree roots suddenly danced wildly, sprouting many branches, filling the whole ground in an instant.

After a while, the manipulator behind them seemed to have given up on continuing to search. The tree roots gradually shrank, and then disappeared into the ground again. Then, a gust of evil wind blew up on the ground, and all the rotten leaves on the side were rolled up. Come over and cover those criss-cross outlines.

This place has returned to its original appearance, and no one has seen the roots of this layer break through the soil and wriggle and disappear instantly.