Destiny of crossing

Immediately, he found a few seemingly ordinary grasses with a few small purple flowers on them, and took the juice to apply on Fu Jian's wound.

Fu Jian asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Qiqicao can stop bleeding and remove stasis, reduce swelling and inflammation."

Fu Jian looked at him and said softly, "Ran'er, I didn't expect you to understand this."

Pei Ran paused: "This is what my old friend taught me. At that time, we went to the jungle together..."

Speaking of this, Pei Ran's eyes were a little distant and hazy: "He taught me a lot, but I didn't learn much at that time."

Emperor Xiaowu looked deeply at Pei Ran upon hearing this.

Fu Jian asked: "Is that man Shen Yi?"

That Shen Yi sound hit Pei Ran's heart hard, his chest hurt, and he covered his heart with one hand: "But, he is dead."

Fu Jian was speechless.

Pei Ran smiled, and quickly dispelled the haze from his eyes: "I don't even want to remember him, why mention him?" He closed Fu Jian's clothes in two or three: "We can't delay too long, Li Yuanxian and the others will definitely return Follow behind and get on your horse."

Fu Jian blinked, then looked at Sima Yao: "I don't have the strength, why don't we take the same horse!"

"Alright."

Emperor Xiaowu snorted: "Your little injury didn't hurt your muscles and bones at all. It's not a serious problem. Do you want to be so delicate like a big girl?"

Fu Jian replied: "It's better than you forcing yourself into Ran'er's arms to take advantage of him."

"He is my man, you are the one who wants to take advantage of him!"

"Ask Ran'er to see if he is willing to be your man?"

"It's up to me whether I want to do it or not."

The two of you said a word, and I said a word, arguing with great joy, Pei Ran seemed to be out of the world, step by step, got on the horse, took the rein of Emperor Xiaowu's horse with his left hand, and at the same time pulled up his own horse, shaking the rein: "drive."

The two horses jumped up and rushed out, and the unprepared two fell backwards unsteadily.

Pei Ran grabbed Emperor Xiaowu and helped him back to his original position, so that Emperor Xiaowu would not fall off his horse and die.

Fu Jian fell into Pei Ran's arms, and his bearded beard rubbed against his shoulder happily.

"Sit down, or I'll throw you down."

Fu Jian sat down resolutely.

Emperor Xiaowu despised it.

When it was dark, the three of them walked to a valley, found a small hut where a hunter had lived, and rested for a while.

A small fire was lit in the room, and the three of them sat around in front of the fire, while Pei Ran set up a rack to roast game.

Fu Jian and Sima Yao were sitting opposite each other, one was leaning against the wall behind, and the other was sitting upright.

Both of them looked at Pei Ran's profile obsessively.

The light of the fire was reddish, making that jade-like face even more moist, so beautiful that it made people forget to breathe.

Fu Jian squinted, his eyes slid from Pei Ran's tender lips to the neckline, and then from the neckline back to his lips, his heart was full of spring, his throat was dry.

Sima Yao was full of affection, his always sharp eyes were soft and crystal clear at this moment.

No one spoke, the room was so quiet that only the crackling of the flames could be heard, the smell of roasted chicken and layers of love filled the air.

The roast chicken was finally roasted, Pei Ran picked up the roast chicken, blew on it, tore off one leg and handed it to Fu Jian: "It's ready to eat." Then tore off another leg and handed it to Sima Yao.

Sima Yao clumsily took the chicken leg that Pei Ran handed over with his bound hands, a little moved: "Thank you!"

Pei Ran didn't even look at him, and said coldly: "It's not good for us to starve you to death, and now we're all counting on you to save our lives."

A basin of water was poured over his head, and Sima Yao's small flame that had risen was extinguished at once.

Fu Jian ate the chicken drumsticks with relish, seeing Sima Yao's dejected appearance, he ate with more relish.