The priest is a loser

Liu Qiu'an brought the unconscious Mu Changxian to a nearby thatched hut, went in and quietly located the sleeping hole of the owner of the thatched hut, first let Mu Changxian lie on his stomach on the bed, and then dragged the owner of the hut to a corner of the house .I went out again and quickly checked around the hut, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, I hurried back into the room.

He was panting, tired with his hands on his hips, staring at Mu Changxian who was unconscious on the bed, and snorted, "So, so let the leader of this sect be like this..." When his eyes wandered to his injured back, After a pause, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he looked away guiltily, and then looked at the clean wooden basin in the corner.

There was a sound of the door, and he ran out with a wooden basin to catch the rainwater. He felt that the rain was falling too slowly, and worried that Mu Changxian would not be able to catch the water for him, so he anxiously looked for clean water while holding the basin.

After another round of showering, he found that there was a large tank at the door of the house, with a wooden cover half hidden on it, which turned out to store clean water for daily use.

There was heavy rain in the basin, Liu Qiu'an gritted his teeth and stared at the big vat, poured out the rainwater from the wooden basin, lifted the wooden lid, scooped up a basin of clear water with a ladle, and squeezed the door panel into the house.

The room was dark, only the window lattice next to the bed emitted a hazy light, which gently spread on Mu Changxian's side face.

Liu Qiu'an bowed and put the wooden basin beside the bed, took off his soaked outer clothes, and threw them on the ground casually, the outer layer of gauze was tightly stuck to the wide-sleeved white clothes.Ignoring the time to smooth out the broken hair hanging in front of my eyes, I took a cloth towel and soaked it in clean water, then wrung it out slightly.Sitting on the edge of the bed, he carefully took off his clothes and rolled them down to his waist.Looking at the three plum blossom darts half-submerged into the flesh, he couldn't help holding his breath, pinching the cloth towel and gently touching the blood around the wound.It is rare for him to move gently and focus his eyes. Perhaps apart from revenge, this is the most patient time he has ever been.

The clean water was immediately stained with blood, and several basins of clean water were used to clean the wound.He moved into the bed, leaned over and held Mu Changxian's face with one hand, and wiped away the weird black blood from his eyelids.

He put down the cloth towel, frowned subconsciously, stretched out the tip of his index finger to move around his eyes, and sighed deeply, because he was really worried about the three plum blossom darts, and he didn't have the ability to heal people's injuries Experience, in case….

"That's all! A dead horse is a living horse doctor!" he said.

Pulling Mu Changxian's hand and holding his cold wrist, Liu Qiuan closed his eyes, but after a while, an invisible air flow slowly swam to Mu Changxian's wrist through his hand.

There was an internal force that did not belong to him roaming through his five meridians and six meridians, his cold body suddenly became scorching hot, and the rain on his wet clothes turned into a thin mist, covering their bodies.

Mu Changxian moved the hand that was being held, and frowned slightly for a moment.

Liu Qiu'an immediately stopped and threw himself in front of him. Afraid of doing something wrong to him and aggravating his injury, he asked nervously, "What's up!? Did I... use the wrong method..."

Mu Changxian just pursed his lips tightly. Liu Qiuan waited for him for a long time, but got no response, so he called out in a low voice: "...Hey! Are you awake..."

The room was silent, he stared at Mu Changxian without daring to blink for a moment, but the only response to him was the patter of rain outside.

The temperature in the palm of his hand was gradually disappearing, he subconsciously clenched it a little bit, and stood there helplessly.

"Tell me quickly, what should I do..." He said in a daze, his slightly trembling ending was covered by the sound of rain.

...Why do you still feel sad even though you are used to life and death?