There are always so many sexes every day

Fifteen years ago, various sects from all walks of life in the martial arts gathered to crusade against Tianchongjiao. At that time, the leader Murong Xin summoned all the outsiders in Tianchongjiao to come back to fight against the enemy. Hastily rushed back.

The relationship between Mr. Mu and Chongqi has long been known to the world. Before that, Chongqi had stayed in Tianchongjiao for a period of time, so the relationship between the young Murong Ang and Chongqi was very harmonious.

Chong Qi practiced both medicine and poison, and his martial arts were good, so he helped a lot at that time, which naturally made the so-called righteous martial arts disdain, so one of the small sects set up a trick to lure Chong Qi to the cliff, and several masters joined forces Besieged, knocked him off a cliff, said he was missing, but in fact he was dead.

Song Huanhuan said "Yeah" and asked, "What happened next?"

Murong Ang said: "The medicine king who came in a hurry saw that his beloved apprentice was killed, he poisoned everyone in that small sect, wounded Uncle Mu, and threatened that he would be incompatible with Tianchong sect in the future. Then he withdrew from the rivers and lakes and lived in seclusion in Jinyang."

Song Huanhuan scratched her head, she didn't expect this matter to be so complicated, Mr. Mu is actually a poor person.

Murong Ang continued: "Seeing that Uncle Qi died in vain, Uncle Mu felt resentful in his heart. He was injured and poisoned. He became obsessed. He could only survive by fighting poison with poison. He couldn't stay on Tianchong Mountain. He waited for the end of the incident and went down the mountain. Opened the Nanhuan Pavilion, and chatted to spend the day."

Song Huanhuan clenched her fist, she must treat Mr. Mu better in the future!

Murong Ang looked down at Song Huanhuan and said, "You already know this, and now you still want to stay at Yaowang to study medicine?"

Song Huanhuan raised her eyebrows: "Of course, I will learn whether he knows my identity or not, and I will definitely not let him kill me."

Murong Ang chuckled: "So much confidence..."

Song Huanhuan proudly said, "That's it~" For an old man who has lost his only apprentice, no matter how powerful he is, he will always find himself lonely. Something - the most important point is that caring for the widowed old man is something that a new and good young man must do, especially if this old man is still a dangerous person who poisons...

"Then you are determined to stay and not go with me?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "It's not..."

Murong Ang looked indifferent.

Song Huanhuan whispered: "I don't want to be separated from you..."

Murong Ang didn't force him to speak, but Song Huanhuan was still deeply worried.

The next day, the sad Song Huanhuan left Qingzhu and the little assassin behind, and wandered to find Yao Wang by himself. Of course, the hidden guards A, B, and C were still behind him.

An Bing was a child with a disposition, and said angrily: "The city of Jinyang is so dangerous, why does he always go out alone? He is still injured..."

An Yi patted him on the head: "Hey, don't talk."

An C: "..." They are all bad guys!

Just before entering the door, another person was thrown out, but this time the person who was thrown out was an acquaintance.

"Mr. Mu, why are you here?" Song Huanhuan hurried over to help him up.

Mr. Mu coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Song Huanhuan gasped, so serious?

"As I said, you are at odds with your Tianchong sect, but you are so courageous that you still dare to show up?" Yao Wang stood at the gate with an angry look on his face.

Song Huanhuan Nuo Nuo said: "Senior Medicine King..."

Yao Wang glared at Song Huanhuan coldly, and said sharply, "I never thought you were a member of Tian Chongjiao. If what happened yesterday doesn't count, get out of here—"

Song Huanhuan shrank her neck, unable to speak.

Mr. Mu vomited blood again, Song Huanhuan didn't care about being polite, and hurriedly said: "Senior Yao Wang, Mr. Mu is seriously injured, please help him."

After hearing Song Huanhuan's words, Yao Wang laughed back in anger: "You are so bold, you didn't hear what I just said or something? How dare you make a request?"

Mr. Mu grabbed Song Huanhuan and said, "Let's go...don't disturb Senior Yao Wang's rest..."

Song Huanhuan raised her eyebrows and lost her temper: "Why are you going? You're going to die if you leave!" Turning to look at Yao Wang, he said, "Senior Yao Wang, if Mr. Zhong Qi is still alive, do you think he will let him go? Did Mr. Mu get injured so far and not save others?"

Yao Wang roared: "You are not allowed to mention him—"

Song Huanhuan pretended not to hear, and continued: "The relationship between Mr. Zhong Qi and Mr. Mu is so touching. If you see death, Mr. Zhong Qi will never forgive you..."

"Ming Huan—" Mr. Mu warned him with a cold face: "Don't be rude."

Song Huanhuan pursed her mouth and stopped talking.

Yao Wang's face was livid, he flicked his sleeves and said "Get in" at last, turned around and went in.

Mr. Mu was taken aback.

Song Huanhuan joyfully supported Mr. Mu and said: "Senior Yao Wang let go, Mr. Mu, let's go in quickly, your injury will not delay you."

Mr. Mu, who was in a daze, was helped in by Song Huanhuan.

An C poked An B: "Do you want to tell the leader?"

"want."

"You go."

"……it is good……"

Yao Wang looked at Mr. Mu's injury with a cold face, and the latter remained in a daze, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

Song Huanhuan watched from the sidelines, it seemed that the medicine king did not attack lightly, Mr. Mu had a big palm print on his chest, which made him tremble with fear.

The medicine king gave Mr. Mu the medicine without saying a word, turned around and left the door without looking at him.

Song Huanhuan looked at the drowsy Mr. Mu, then at the bleak Yaowang, and chased him out decisively.

Yao Wang went to sort out the herbs in the yard, and Song Huanhuan followed him around without saying a word.

"Why are you following me?" Yao Wang was annoyed by being followed, and said angrily.

Song Huanhuan rubbed his nose and said, "I'm sorry for what happened earlier, I will apologize to you old man."

"Humph……"

"I was wrong, kid. Senior Yao Wang, if you have a lot of adults, please forgive me once..." Song Huanhuan bowed his waist and smiled obsequiously.

Yao Wang squinted at him: "You are protecting him..."

Song Huanhuan scratched his head: "Mr. Mu has always taken good care of me, I must not be ungrateful..." Although he was once forced to pick up guests.

Yao Wang still looked angry.

Song Huanhuan continued: "Besides, what happened 15 years ago... I also know a little..."

Yao Wang's expression froze: "He told you?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head: "Mr. Mu didn't say anything, it's not important where I learned this, the important thing is now."

Yao Wang sighed: "15 years ago..."

Song Huanhuan asked tentatively, "Do you want to talk?"

Yao Wang ignored him, and said after a while: "Xiao Qi is a good boy..."

Song Huanhuan listened quietly.

"The year I picked up Xiao Qi, he was 20 years old, but his personality is like a child..." Yao Wang didn't know why he was angry, and his face softened: "I didn't intend to take him as a disciple at first, after all, he I'm a little older, but I didn't expect him to have a lot of research on medicine and poison, and what else... heart compressions and cardiopulmonary resuscitation... I haven't heard of the old man..."

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened in an instant. He, he, he, just heard that? !

Yao Wang didn't have time to pay attention to Song Huanhuan's reaction, so he continued: "I accepted Xiao Qi as an apprentice, and he just stayed by my side to learn. I never asked him about his background, nor did he think about it. Leave..." As he spoke, he took out something from his pocket.

Song Huanhuan's eyeballs are about to pop out, hit the lighter!

"This is the only relic left by Xiao Qi, I... oh..."

Song Huanhuan said weakly: "Senior Medicine King, can I take a look?"

Yao Wang gave him a sideways look, but he really gave it to him.

Song Huanhuan carefully touched the lighter with the ridiculous Hello Kitty sticker, and lit it with a "click".

Yao Wang was surprised: "How can you play?"

Song Huanhuan laughed: "I messed up hahaha..." Saying that, he quickly returned the things to him.

Yao Wang touched the thing, put it back in his arms, and then said bitterly: "If I hadn't met that bastard, Xiao Qi would definitely be alive and well now..."

Song Huanhuan said: "Senior Yao Wang, he also said that Mr. Chong Qi fell off a cliff and disappeared, but it doesn't mean that he must...then what..."

Yao Wang sighed: "I searched for so long but didn't find it. Now that 15 years have passed, what hope is there for me to live..."

Song Huanhuan said: "It's because we can't find the bones, so we can't be sure! Maybe he will come back sometime..."

Perhaps because Song Huanhuan's voice was so sure, Yao Wang couldn't help asking: "Is it really possible to live?"

Song Huanhuan nodded, according to the law of time traveler, it is common to travel around, and it is not normal to die.

"Then when will he come back?"

Song Huanhuan scratched her head: "I don't know about that..."

Although Song Huanhuan's words didn't make sense after careful thought, but after all, it gave people hope. Yao Wang laughed twice and flew away directly.

Song Huanhuan: "..." Did he say too much?

"Cough cough..."

Song Huanhuan turned her head and saw Mr. Mu leaning against the door frame, stroking his chest with a pale face.

"Why are you up?" Song Huanhuan trotted over to help him.

Mr. Mu grabbed Song Huanhuan's hand and asked eagerly, "Is he really alive? He will definitely come back?"

Song Huanhuan's hands hurt badly, but he couldn't shrink back. Looking at Mr. Mu's appearance, he suddenly felt that he was a little cruel... Is it really okay to comfort people with things that are completely uncertain?

"You just said, he's not dead, right?"

"I..." Song Huanhuan bit her lips in embarrassment.

"Uncle Mu, let go."

Just when Song Huanhuan was in a dilemma, Murong Ang arrived.

Mr. Mu was taken aback and let go.

Murong Ang took Song Huanhuan's hand, and said to Shisan behind him, "Help Mr. Mu, we should go back." After speaking, without waiting for Mr. Mu's reaction, he pulled Song Huanhuan around and left.

Song Huanhuan asked softly, "When did you come?"

"I've been here for a while, and I've heard everything I need to hear."

Song Huanhuan was disappointed and said, "Did I do something wrong?"

"You're not wrong, don't take it to heart."

Song Huanhuan turned to look at Mr. Mu behind him, feeling sad suddenly, maybe he shouldn't have gotten involved...

The author has something to say: Hello girls, we meet again

The younger brother of the scumbag author is getting engaged, and she is going to see the children, so she will take a day off tomorrow and update the day after tomorrow~

Also, there is no such thing as claws and flowers, the scumbag author said that there is no motivation for the bird

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Three days later, Song Huanhuan was still slipped on the road by Murong Angti, but there was one more entourage - the drug king who could change his face.

Song Huanhuan looked at the leisurely Yao Wang who was sitting across from him and stroking his beard with an embarrassing face, "Why are you here?"

"Since you said that Xiao Qi will come back, then I will definitely find him by following you."

Song Huanhuan instantly felt that he had committed a crime. Although it was very likely, should he take his comforting words so seriously? !

Murong Ang turned a page of the book, pretending that he didn't see Song Huanhuan's eyes asking for help, it's okay to make him suffer a little bit, and then let him talk nonsense.

Song Huanhuan, who was ignored, could only bathe in Yao Wang Jiongjiong's bright eyes, and struggled all the way.

Murong Ang allowed Yao Wang to follow, so naturally he couldn't let him follow in vain. Although he couldn't accept disciples, it was still possible to teach something.

Yao Wang asked for a carriage alone, called Song Huanhuan, Song Huanhuan called Qingzhu and Little Assassin, and the three went to study hard.

Yao Wang casually threw three books and asked the three of them to read them by themselves, and ask him if they didn't understand.

Qing Zhu and the little assassin watched seriously, but Song Huanhuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

He really doesn't know traditional Chinese characters at all!He doesn't know anything about acupoints! !He couldn't tell the difference between medicinal materials and whatnot! ! !

Song Huanhuan looked up at the sky, what was he trying to learn?

Qing Zhu leaned over: "My lord, why don't you look at it?"

Song Huanhuan patted Qing Zhu's head and said, "Hey, go and see for yourself, ignore me..." He wanted to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and be sad for a while.

Qingzhu obediently responded, and continued to read, but when she encountered something she didn't understand, she didn't dare to ask the medicine king, so she had to take the little assassin to teach him.

Yaowang naturally noticed the movements of the few people. Seeing Song Huanhuan scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and finally started rolling on the carriage, he beckoned him to pass.

Song Huanhuan swayed over: "Senior Medicine King~"

Yao Wang looked serious: "What was the fuss just now? Why don't you read a book?"

Song Huanhuan said listlessly: "I can't even recognize the words, and I can't understand anything..."

Yao Wang naturally didn't believe it, even the little boy beside him could read and write, so how could he, as a son, be illiterate?

Song Huanhuan couldn't tell because of his suffering. Can he say that the core in his body has changed?As a modern person who only uses simplified characters, it is the most annoying to express traditional characters!

Yao Wang looked at Song Huanhuan carefully for a long time, and seeing that he showed no sign of lying, he could only sigh and said, "Forget it, old man, I'll teach you...you two come here too..."

Because I can't read all the words, I got the advice of the medicine king, so this should be a blessing in disguise, right?Song Huan thought optimistically.

But the facts showed that Song Huanhuan was really happy too early!

Yao Wang poked Song Huanhuan's forehead with his hand, and said with hatred, "Why are you so stupid, kid? These two kinds of medicinal materials are obviously different, why can't you tell them apart?"

Song Huanhuan has an innocent face, he really can't be blamed for this, the only difference between these two herbs is that one has an extra leaf than the other, if you don't pay attention, it will be ignored...

Yao Wang continued to teach: "Look at the two of them, how can they remember so clearly?"

This is also where Song Huanhuan was hit. It's fine for the little assassin to learn well. He had a little contact with it before, but Xiao Qingzhu also learned it very quickly.

Song Huanhuan really wanted to cry up to the sky, why didn't he have the halo of the leading role of a time traveler? !

"Crack—" Song Huanhuan received a candied chestnut from Medicine King.

The beaten Song Huanhuan was disappointed in various ways, and finally jumped out of the carriage, and ran to Murong Ang to seek comfort.

"Eh? Brother Shisan, you're here?" Song Huanhuan was startled when he saw Shisan at first. It seemed that he hadn't seen Shisan for a long time.

Thirteen rushed to Song Huanhuan and nodded.

Murong Ang said: "You go out."

"Yes."

Seeing Shisan go out, Song Huanhuan asked curiously, "Where has Thirteen been?"

Murong Ang looked at him with a half-smile: "You miss him?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback, looking at the sky: "You just misheard, I didn't say anything."

Murong Ang stopped teasing him and said, "Thirteen has always been there, but he didn't appear in front of you."

"Is that so..." I went to chat with Brother Thirteen another day, and asked him to take care of the little assassin who was getting more and more black-bellied.

Murong Ang beckoned him over: "It's time to take the medicine."

Song Huanhuan obediently took off his clothes and asked Murong Ang to apply medicine to him.

The wound on his chest is almost healed, as long as it is not strenuous exercise, it will not hurt. Of course, Murong Ang also knows this, so his hands started to fumble around after applying the medicine.

Song Huanhuan's black line: "Where are you touching your hand?"

Murong Ang's expression remained unchanged: "You've grown flesh."

Song Huanhuan became nervous when she heard this, and hurriedly touched her body: "This can't be, I haven't grown meat... I don't eat much..."

"Not much to eat? Huh?"

Song Huanhuan shut up and didn't speak, well, he ate a little too much.

Murong Ang said again: "Be fatter, eat more in the future."

Song Huanhuan: "..." He suddenly remembered that in the sweet novels that Sister Dianzhuang forced him to read in his previous life, Xiao Gong always asked Shou Shou to eat more and gain weight, so that he would be easier to hug. son...

Regarding this, Song Huanhuan felt... very complicated...

Of course, it is impossible for Murong Ang not to touch him all the time, so Song Huanhuan has been tormenting between eating and being eaten.

Song Huanhuan, who was tossed again and again, was lying on the carriage and biting the corner of the quilt. His wish now is very small, and he will be satisfied when he can have a love that is not on the carriage...

Even if he fled to Murong Ang, he couldn't escape the Yao Wang who suddenly became responsible.

After a short rest, Song Huanhuan was grabbed by Yao Wang's ear again and caught on the carriage behind.

Qingzhu and the little assassin looked at Song Huanhuan with disdain in their eyes, Song Huanhuan was stimulated, rubbed his sore waist and yelled guiltily: "Aren't you two fat? Look at Mao? If you look at it again, I will eat you! "

The little assassin hummed: "You were the one who got eaten..."

Song Huanhuan: "..."

Qing Zhu muffled a laugh.

Yao Wang stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word. He cleared his throat and pretended to be serious when he had seen enough of the play, "Okay, okay, if you've had enough trouble, learn from me."

The well-trained Qing Zhu and the little assassin responded obediently, and then looked at them honestly while holding the book.

Song Huanhuan grabbed a few cushions, pretended not to see the mocking eyes of the little assassin, and put them under the tormented ass, hiss, Murong Ang is getting more and more fierce now...

Yao Wang asked Qing Zhu and the little assassin to watch by himself, while he taught Song Huanhuan alone.

Song Huanhuan looked at the book and frowned so much that he could kill a fly.

Yao Wang frowned and said, "Don't you know a single word?"

Song Huanhuan shook his head, pointed to the less complicated characters and said, "I recognize these characters." Because these characters contained simplified characters, they could be understood after a little thought, and then pointed to those gestures that were too numerous to count. Words beyond count: "I don't understand these at all."

Yao Wang pondered, and suddenly said: "You look like Xiao Qi... I asked him to read, but he also said he couldn't read."

Song Huanhuan curled her lips, thinking that they were fellow villagers, so of course they couldn't read.

"But there is one thing you are not as good as Xiao Qi, no, there are many points, Xiao Qi knows medicinal herbs, and also understands medical principles..." The medicine king unconsciously began to attack Song Huanhuan: "You don't understand anything, alas..."

Song Huanhuan is a bully, he is that hard-working male pig who doesn't have a real mother to open gold fingers~

Although he didn't learn well, Song Huanhuan didn't think about giving up. This is what he asked to learn, and not giving up halfway may be one of his few advantages.

They wandered around in the wilderness all the way, and on the third day, Song Huanhuan got bored studying in the carriage, so she dragged Huang Ying and squatted on the roof of the carriage together.

In fact, Song Huanhuan wanted to pull the little assassin and Qingzhu, but they were so absorbed in their studies that they didn't have time to talk to him, so he could only settle for the next best thing.

Speaking of which, Huang Ying is the only manpower in their group, and the rest of the elders in Yishui, Song Huanhuan, are also afraid that she will be uncomfortable, so they come to talk to her from time to time.

Huang Ying handed Song Huanhuan an oiled paper bag and said, "This is the plum and jerky I bought in Jinyang earlier. I know you like it, so eat more."

Song Huanhuan was moved and burst into tears: "I knew that Huang Ying was the best for me~"

Huang Ying gave him a white look.

Song Huanhuan licked and smiled and stuffed a plum into Huang Ying's mouth, and gnawed on the dried meat herself.

Huang Ying was taken aback with the plum in her mouth, then shook her head, she knew that Song Huanhuan was just used to this, but even so, she still felt warm in her heart.

The two were talking nonsense on the roof of the car, Song Huanhuan suddenly remembered Mr. Mu, and hurriedly asked: "How is Mr. Mu? Is the injury better?" He has been afraid to go to see Mr. Mu, just because he is afraid that he will drag him to ask the heavy Qi Mister thing.

Huang Ying shook her head: "Mr. Mu can't let it go, we are hurrying so fast, the injury will be slow to heal."

Song Huanhuan scratched her head, she really didn't have the guts to look at him.

When this matter was mentioned, Song Huanhuan lost energy, and casually chewed on the dried meat and glanced at it, but he didn't expect to see something for him.

"Huang Ying, do you think there is someone there?"

Huang Ying nodded, she was not bad at work, so she knew it long ago, the leader in front had already known it, but since she didn't reply earlier, there was no need for her to say anything.

Song Huanhuan said: "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Huang Ying said: "The Seventh Young Master didn't say anything, so let's just leave our business alone."

Song Huanhuan was about to speak when she heard a familiar voice.

"This is..." Song Huanhuan's complexion changed, and he shouted, "Stop—"

The carriage stopped quickly, and Song Huanhuan was no longer afraid of heights, and jumped directly from the roof of the carriage, which scared Huang Ying a lot.

Qingzhu ran over patteringly: "My lord, what's the matter?"

Song Huanhuan's complexion was very bad: "I really want to hear Jin Huan's voice..." After speaking, he wanted to run to the place where he saw someone.

Huang Ying stopped him and said, "Don't go over, the Seventh Young Master will take care of it."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, but it really didn't happen.

Soon, someone will come, with people behind their backs.

Qingzhu was surprised: "It's really Mr. Jinhuan... What happened..."

The author has something to say: It seems that this road has been dragged on for a long time, and I obviously didn’t want to write orz for so long

The next step is to hurry up to the martial arts conference. After the martial arts conference is over... [I won’t tell you about it hahaha

This article is normally 20w, fluctuating up and down

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It's still very early before the end, why would I suddenly say this o(╯□╰)o

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Su Zhaoyou was injured all over his body, and he was also poisoned, so he had been unconscious for a long time. The moment Jin Huan saw Song Huanhuan, he also pulled the corner of his mouth and passed out.

Song Huanhuan is very thankful that they have Yao Wang with them, otherwise even if they came back, they would not be able to save them.

They only had three carriages, and Murong Ang's place naturally couldn't be disturbed. Song Huanhuan thought for a while, then sent Jin Huan to Mr. Mu's place, and sent the little assassin and Qingzhu over to watch. They were acquaintances anyway, so they were not afraid of embarrassment.He himself and Huang Ying worked hand in hand in Yao Wang's carriage, helping to apply the medicine to stop the bleeding.

The group continued on, trying to reach the next town before the sun went down.

Song Huanhuan and Huang Ying carefully took off Su Zhaoyou's clothes, and when they saw the wound, they couldn't help but gasped. Su Zhaoyou's back was covered with wounds, and the blood that flowed out was also black, which looked terrifying.

Yao Wang stroked his beard and said with a serious face, "I don't know what kind of deep hatred is there to make people hit so hard."

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened: "Senior Medicine King, is this poison very powerful?"

Medicine King nodded.

"Then what should we do? If Su Zhaoyou doesn't come back, Jin Huan will die of grief..."

Yao Wang glared: "What are you yelling about? Is there any poison that my Medicine King can't cure?"

Song Huanhuan was overjoyed: "Really? Can you save me?"

Yao Wang snorted coldly, ignored him, and ordered Huang Ying to wipe Su Zhaoyou's body clean with a cloth towel, and then he concentrated on detoxification.

Song Huanhuan was not angry either, how could he be angry when he was too happy?

Su Zhaoyou was seriously poisoned, and the wounds were so fine that the three of them worked hard all afternoon before they really healed the wounds.

They still couldn't make it to the city in time this time, so they finally found an open space near the water and stopped to rest.

Song Huanhuan washed the cloth towel and wiped Yao Wang's hands. Yao Wang casually asked, "Who is that kid?"

Song Huanhuan said: "That man's name is Su Zhaoyou, he is a major disciple of the Tianshan School, but I only met him once, and the other one I rescued was my brother."

"Tianshan faction?" Yao Wang threw the cloth towel to Song Huanhuan and sighed, "I didn't expect that kid's apprentice to be so old, oh..."

Song Huanhuan was curious: "Do you know the head of the Tianshan School?"

"I only met a few times more than ten years ago, and I am familiar with his master."

Song Huanhuan listened in a daze, and it took a while to realize how much he hugged his thigh!He has so many backers, he will never worry about being bullied in his life, hahaha!

Yao Wang couldn't see Song Huanhuan's complacency, so he purposely scolded with a straight face: "Why are you smirking? Look at what you look like now..."

Song Huanhuan smiled and narrowed his eyes, pretending he didn't hear it.

There was movement from the carriage, Song Huanhuan looked over and saw that Jin Huan was jumping down with the curtain of the carriage lifted, while Qingzhu and the little assassin were holding him to prevent him from jumping.

Song Huanhuan jumped up, bid farewell to Yao Wang, and hurried over.

"Jin Huan, what are you doing? Be careful not to fall..." Song Huanhuan signaled Qingzhu and the little assassin to let go, and carefully helped Jin Huan down.

Jin Huan's eyes were red, and he supported Song Huanhuan's arms with both hands, with such strength that Song Huanhuan was in pain.

"Where's Brother Su? How is he? He lost so much blood and was poisoned..."

Song Huanhuan pinched his mouth, frowned and said, "How can I answer you asking so many questions at once? Be good, take a breath and I'll tell you."

Seeing Song Huanhuan's uncompromising look, Jin Huan had no choice but to listen to his request, took a deep breath, and his expression became less so.

Song Huanhuan was satisfied when she saw this, and said, "Don't worry, Brother Su is fine. Senior Yao Wang is here, the poison has been cured, and the wound has been bandaged. It's just that he hasn't woken up yet, so we have to wait."

Only then did Jin Huan heave a sigh of relief, her legs went limp, and she sat on the ground directly. Song Huanhuan was unprepared, and kissed the ground with his buttocks. Now that her buttocks are hurt, this time it's really worse.

Qingzhu and the little assassin hurried up to help each person up one by one.

Song Huanhuan bared her teeth in pain, which startled Jinhuan.

Song Huanhuan knew that Jinhuan must be in a hurry now, so without delay, he helped Jinhuan into the carriage to watch Su Zhaoyou.

Jin Huan touched Su Zhaoyou's pale face, and whispered: "This time I really want to thank you..."

Song Huanhuan touched his nose: "What's the relationship between us, you don't have to thank me, besides, I'm really useless..." It's really frustrating to say it, he heard the voice, people...not saved by him...

"By the way, what's the matter with you two? Didn't you say you will be from the Tianshan School? Why did you meet here?"

Jin Huan said: "We were already on our way, but Brother Su received a letter from his master on the way, asking him to represent the Tianshan Sect to participate in the martial arts conference, so we turned back halfway."

Song Huanhuan nodded: "That's it...then how did you two get hurt?"

Jin Huan was also puzzled: "I don't know what's going on. I walked well, but when I arrived in the woods over there, I was suddenly ambushed by a group of people. I don't know kung fu. Brother Su suffered for me to protect me." Such a serious injury..." As she spoke, she was about to cry.

Song Huanhuan was startled, and hurriedly said: "Okay, it's all right, you take care of it first, and tell me when Su Daxia wakes up, so I can order someone to make medicine."

Jin Huan blinked to force back the tears, and said gratefully, "Thank you..."

Song Huan smiled happily and went out.

After getting off the carriage, he saw Murong Ang sitting cross-legged by the river, Song Huanhuan rolled his eyes and ran over with a mean smile.

Just as Song Huanhuan was about to reach out, he was blocked by a hand halfway, and then was pulled by Murong Ang, and Gu Lulu rolled into his arms.

Song Huanhuan didn't care too much, martial arts practitioners are already very vigilant, I'm afraid he would have noticed it before he got close to Murong Ang.

Murong Ang whispered: "Is the wound better?"

Song Huanhuan pursed her mouth: "You know I'm seriously injured and still tormenting me today? Hmph..."

Murong Ang smiled in a good mood: "You like it too."

Song Huanhuan turned her head silently, well, he likes it quite a bit, after all, she has been abstinent for too long, so today's lifting of the ban is quite comfortable~

Murong Ang stopped talking, and stretched out his hand to run along Song Huanhuan's hair.

After a while, Song Huanhuan said: "The two rescued today are Jinhuan, I should have seen him in Nanhuan Hall before, and the other is Su Zhaoyou, from the Tianshan School..."

"I know."

"Then saving them won't cause trouble?" Song Huanhuan was still a little worried. After the urge to save people passed, many problems emerged one by one.

Murong Ang said: "It's okay, the Tianshan School has nothing to do with the world, and there is no conflict with my Jiao Chong. Su Zhaoyou is an upright person, and it will be beneficial to save him."

Song Huanhuan understood what Murong Ang meant in an instant, so she no longer worried.

Murong Ang looked at Song Huanhuan's appearance and didn't say any more. He had sent someone to investigate as early as when he rescued the person, and everything was clear. What he could get from it was not the trivial things that Song Huanhuan thought about. .

Song Huanhuan crawled out of Murong Ang's arms, lay on his back on the ground, smacked his lips, and suddenly thought that he had done a lot of good things since he was with Murong Ang.

Saved Xiaobai, saved Jinhuan and Su Zhaoyou, and matched Xiaobai and Shisan by the way...

Song Huanhuan thought to herself that she was becoming more and more kind. Should the attributes of the Virgin Mary be so obvious?

The more she thought about it, the happier she became, Song Huanhuan couldn't help laughing out loud.

Murong Ang said lightly: "Why are you so happy?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head: "It's okay..."

When Murong Ang saw him, he didn't say anything, and he didn't ask questions.

The little assassin stood not far away and watched Murong Ang and the two for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head and sighed.

"Why sigh?"

The little assassin jumped in fright, turned his head and blushed.

Thirteen cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Go over there and have a look?"

The little assassin nodded: "Okay."

Qingzhu, who was peeking behind the tree, smacked her lips, watching the distance between the little assassin and Shisan gradually getting smaller, and finally wished to hug each other, couldn't help but sigh, it's so sweet~

Hold your chin, when will he have someone hurt?

The author has something to say: I can't afford Yinsang who is blocked at home by the cloudy sky!

☆, update

The next morning, when Murong Ang and his party were about to set off on the road, Su Zhaoyou finally woke up.

Song Huanhuan waved in front of him: "Can you see it?"

Su Zhaoyou: "...what are you doing..."

Song Huanhuan rubbed his nose: "I thought you couldn't see..." Who made this guy stare straight at the top of the carriage? It's purely misleading!

"Where's Xiao Jin?"

Song Huanhuan reacted for a few seconds before realizing that Su Zhaoyou was talking about Jin Huan. He shook his head and said, "He guarded you all night, and I let him go to rest." to call him?"

Su Zhaoyou said: "No, let him rest."

Song Huanhuan nodded, thought for a while and said, "Shall I go get you some water?"

Su Zhaoyou remained expressionless: "Thank you."

Song Huanhuan said "You're welcome" and got out of the carriage, went to Yaowang and said, "Senior, that hero Su Zhaoyou has woken up."

The King of Medicine nodded, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to him: "Give him one pill of the medicine in it every day, drink plenty of water, and don't get any meat in the near future."

Song Huanhuan accepted the small porcelain bottle and said, "Don't you want to feed him?"

Yao Wang stared: "His current body can only eat porridge, is there any here?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head and said, "I understand."

Yao Wang glared at him again, and then slowly climbed into the carriage behind.

Jin Huan was still sleeping, and Song Huanhuan didn't dare to let Qingzhu and the others take care of Su Zhaoyou, so he had no choice but to climb into the carriage with Murong Ang's meaningful eyes and take care of others by himself.

I have to say that Su Zhaoyou is a good patient. Although he is indifferent, he doesn't make excessive demands or make a sound. Song Huanhuan is very satisfied.

It's just that Song Huanhuan didn't take care of him for a long time, and Jin Huan came to see him as soon as he woke up.

Song Huanhuan looked at Su Zhaoyou's obviously softened expression when he saw Jin Huan, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that this person really liked Jin Huan, so he really was too worried.

Su Zhaoyou looked at Jin Huan carefully, and seeing that he was not injured except for his poor expression, his expression eased, and he turned to Song Huanhuan and said, "Thank you this time, I, Su Zhaoyou, owe you a favor."

Song Huanhuan waved his hand: "No need, no need, Jin Huan and I are good brothers, and you and Jin Huan have an unusual relationship. It is right to save you."

Su Zhaoyou still insisted that for a person like him, the most important thing is the friendship in the world, and he will repay the kindness he has.

Jin Huan nodded to Song Huanhuan, Song Huanhuan had no choice but to say: "Alright then, I will definitely ask you for help in the future."

Now that Jin Huan has come, Song Huanhuan can't make light bulbs any more, so he gave Jin Huan the medicine given by the Medicine King, and made some demands, then got out of the carriage and turned to Murong Ang.

As soon as he got on the carriage, Song Huanhuan consciously nestled next to Murong Ang, and said with a flattering smile: "I made a mistake, don't be angry hehe..."

Murong Ang's spirit was present: "What's wrong?"

"Cough cough..."