Shen Yuning and Song Yue first helped Meng Linxiao to the Land Temple on the hillside, and then ran back to lead the horse, and of course, there was also the Lord Luo on the horse.

When she went up the mountain, raindrops began to fall. Lord Luo was motionless on the horse's back, looking like my heart was dead.

Shen Yuning comforted him and said, "Look at so many people lying on the ground. Think about it, you are at least still alive, right?"

Lord Luo: I thank you...

Tied the horse under the eaves of the house at the entrance of the temple, Shen Yuning ran into the temple and stomped her feet, shaking off the raindrops on her body.

"Bai Yu, go and get the Luo surnamed in."

"yes!"

Bai Yu brought Lord Luo into the dilapidated temple. His back was soaked in rain, but his chest was dry.

Bai Yu was also doing his job well, facing his back to the fire that Song Yue had created, but the ropes of his hands and feet were still unremoved.

Shen Yuning rubbed her hands beside the fire, and Song Yue tentatively said, "Leader, do you want to take off your wet clothes?"

"Need not."

Don’t you see the mechanism on her body after taking off your outer clothes? You must not?

She looked at Meng Tang again. The arrogant sect leader was still tortured by pain, his lips were white and bloodless. At this moment, he leaned against the wall and looked at his son lying on the hay.

Although I was enduring the pain of heart-wrenching and bone-eroding, my eyes still showed my heart of love.

Shen Yuning walked over and Song Yueteng stood up.

She was startled: "What are you doing? You want to fight?"

"Don't dare!"

"If you don't dare, just sit back!"

Song Yue hesitated for a moment and sat back to the original place, while glancing at his sect leader with his own light.

Shen Yuning kicked a bunch of hay over, sat on the hay, looked at the little bun, and then looked at Meng.

"I'm still bleeding. Do I want me to help you with the wound first?"

The man looked at her, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were slightly closed.

This is agreed.

Shen Yuning loosened his belt. The belt was very special in workmanship, and the middle was hollowed out to store his soft sword.

At this time the sword was placed beside him, with layers of cold light.

After lifting his clothes, Shen Yuning finally saw the blood-seeking wound, which was a little scary on his fair and thin shoulders.

The man did not know martial arts and had little strength, so the wound was not deep.

But his purpose was not to take his life. Knowing his weaknesses, he could not move with just a minor injury.

Shen Yuning made a move to slap the wound with one palm, and Song Yue took a breath and held the scimitar tightly.

But Master Meng suddenly squeezed out a sneer: "The leader of the alliance will not think that I can't take the sword at this time, right?"

"What are you talking about nonsense? How could this leader take advantage of others' danger?"

The palm that was about to fall turned into a gentle stroke. There was a handkerchief at some point in my fingertips, and gently wiped the blood stains around the wound.

Even if he didn't touch the wound, it would make Master Meng gasp in pain. Not to mention holding the sword, Shen Yuning felt that he was having difficulty speaking.

It’s a pity that a good martial arts master can actually suffer from such a strange disease.

But it’s hard to say. Maybe without this strange disease, he wouldn’t indulge in martial arts practice and wouldn’t become a martial arts master.

With a 'sweeping', she tore the man's underwear apart.

The latter opened his eyes wide in horror, as if he was a little unbelievable.

Shen Yuning said, "I want to tear my own, but my clothes are too rough and it will definitely not be uncomfortable to get my wounds."

As he said that, he gestured at the position of the wound and gently lifted his arm.

"Uh!" The man let out a muffled cry of pain.

Shen Yuning hurriedly said, "Don't it hurt, don't hurt, bear it!"

She passed the cloth through his armpit and circled the wound twice. In order to stop the bleeding, she used some strength.

But this little strength also makes the man's eyes close and seep out of his teeth

Blood.

Shen Yuning was startled: "Don't bite your tongue!"

But then her worries became very redundant, because Master Meng had already fainted after his head tilted on her shoulder.

"Sect Master!" Song Yue screamed in a shrill voice, and walked forward in three or two steps to check.

Shen Yu Ning looked into his breath and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's fine, it's fine if you're dizzy, it won't hurt so much. What's your look? It makes me seem to want to kill him!"

Song Yue's eyes were also red, and she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Bai Yu held the man's shoulder and pushed him aside with force: "Don't worry, the leader is right. Instead of letting him wake up and hurt, it's better to faint."

After saying that, he pressed the person back to the fire and took out a pack of dragon beard candy from his arms: "Eat some to replenish your energy."

Song Yue shook her head absent-mindedly, Bai Yu simply picked up a pinch of candy and stuffed it into his mouth: "Okay, stop being listless, this injury will not kill you!"

Song Yue sucked her nose and slowly ate the sugar.

Bai Yu divided half of it in his hands: "I originally wanted to give it to the buns, but now I'll give you a good meal first, so I'll make money."

"…"

Looking at Song Yue's disbelief, Bai Yu was anxious: "I bought this candy with money, okay? Besides, I will buy it for him when I go back to Fenghou City tomorrow. I have to buy it for him.

money?"

Song Yue paused and took the money to slap him in his hand.

Bai Yu happily took the money and went to his own leader: "Leader, can you eat dragon beard candy..."

"Get out!"

"Okay!"

Bai Yu looked at the Lord Luo, who was tied up with his hands and feet again: "Lord Luo, can you eat two dragon beard candy!"

"…"

Master Meng didn't know how long he had fainted. When he woke up again, he had already survived the most painful period.

His eyelashes moved slightly, and half of his body was leaning against a person.

Rather than saying that it was the one who leaned over it, it was the man who deliberately supported him.

The man moved a little, and the pain on his shoulder immediately spread to his limbs and bones, causing him to gasp and sweat to seep from his forehead.

"Don't move, don't move." Shen Yuning was awakened and rubbed her eyes to help him: "The wound has finally stopped bleeding, don't move."

The man looked up at her. She looked a little sleepy under the fire. She opened her mouth and yawned, and a few tears squeezed out from her bright eyes.

In the dilapidated temple, the fire was burning, making a banging sound. Song Yue sat by the fire with a small bun wrapped in her outer skirt and was dozing.

Bai Yu sat under the eaves outside the door to watch the night, and the Lord Luo had long fallen to death on the ground.

Apart from the rustling rain and the sound of bonfires burning outside the temple, the dilapidated temple seemed particularly quiet.

Shen Yuning yawned again: "Does it still hurt?"

She turned her head and looked at someone without hearing the reply, "I won't laugh at you, just say it."

The man glanced at her and turned his head back. Shen Yuning felt guilty: "Okay, I've been a joke before..."

The man no longer leaned against her and changed his posture while holding the wall. It was obvious that the pain that penetrated his bone marrow was aggravated by every move, but he still insisted on sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed tightly, and wanted to use internal strength to heal the wound.

To relieve pain in the body.

Shen Yuning had no internal strength, and I don’t know if it was effective, but seeing his face getting whiter and cold sweat dripped down, I knew that the effect was not great, especially the wound that had just been bandaged was bleeding.

"Meng Tang," she called out softly: "Or, don't force it..."

The man gave up and panted: "No wonder the leader thinks I am ridiculous, I think I am ridiculous."

"No..." Shen Yuning hesitated for a moment: "You don't have to feel ashamed. Everyone has something ridiculous, and I have it too!"

The man looked at her in confusion, and Shen Yuning hurriedly said, "For example, the seventh place in the Jiangnan Physical Mao Fengpei Competition!"

"…"

Shen Yu was anxious: "Isn't this funny? I can't wait to be gone now

Got to participate in this competition!”

The man finally squeezed out a pale smile, as if he could temporarily forget the pain.

Shen Yuning said again: "So, do you want to see Doctor Mo? His medical skills are invincible in the world, and maybe it can cure your hidden diseases!"

"No, I deserve this... This is what I owe her. Back then, I couldn't save her, so I should have tasted all the pain and pain she had endured."
To be continued...