The hand-in-handed Shiro Yao Yantoshiro was already on guard, and the Hakata Fu Shiro beside him was walking back and forth nervously. The moment he arrived at the Mun, he rushed to the laboratory of Yao Yantoshiro Yao Yan and pulled Yao Yan directly into the room, just to allow Jiang Xuezuo's text to get the fastest treatment.

Yaoyando Shiro pressed his forehead and grabbed the wandering Shiro Hakata Fuji, helplessly, "Don't leave, I'm dizzy."

Shiro Hakata Fuji was startled and turned his head to hold his shoulder, "You can't be dizzy! If you are dizzy, you can't cure Jiang Xue..."

Yaoyanto Shiro's mouth twitched, and raised his hand and slapped it, "Do you look down on my medical skills?"

"Hey? No, no..." He quickly grabbed Yaoyan, and Shiro Hakata realized that he had just said the wrong thing and made up for it.

Just as the two were having some "fighting", the sliding door where they entered the room was suddenly opened, Zong Sanzuo Wenwen appeared at the door with Jiang Xuezuo Wenwen, who was already unconscious, and Xiaoye Wenwenwen was holding Jiang Xue's body, which had been covered with cracks.

"Yaoyan!" Zong Sanzuo walked forward quickly, put Jiang Xuezuo's words on the bed, took two steps back, and asked Yaoyan Teng Shiro to check the situation to determine how to treat Jiang Xuezuo's words.

Yaoyanto Shiro's face was full of seriousness and seriousness. His hands were stroked by Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi's body, and his eyebrows were frowning more and more.

Under Zong San and Xiaoye's nervous gaze, Yaoyan took the lead and took out a guard and stuffed it directly into Jiang Xuezuo's arms.

After making this preparation, he turned around and looked for suitable tools from his medicine box and cabinets around him.

"Have you reached the state of using the guard to hang your life..." Zong Sanzuo Wenzi held Xiaoye Zuo Wenzi into his arms, letting his face facing his clothes.

Letting his clothes be wet, Zong Sanzuo's hand trembled a little, pursing his lips, and his eyes were stained with a layer of mist. The water-blue eyes were blurred, slowly, a drop of tear fell to the corners of his eyes, wetting his collar.

Even if...

Even if my brother cuts his sword, I will just let me face this scene...

Don’t let Xiaoye see it, brother doesn’t want Xiaoye to see such a scene, right?

Zong Sanzuo Wenzi raised his sleeve and wiped away the tears, and pressed Xiaoye Zuo Wenzi's head little by little, so that he would not see the scene in front of him.

The blood on Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi's body was still flowing. Yaoyan Teng Shiro knelt on the side, his knees and legs were stained with his blood, and the shallow red pieces were all over.

He carefully took cotton cloth and potion to clean the more serious wounds, applied medicine, and wrapped it in gauze.

The abandoned cotton cloth beside him had piled up into a hill. There was no smile on Yaoyanto Shiro's face, and his hands did not tremble at all. He calmly threw another cotton cloth that was sucked in blood aside, and took out another piece from the box to continue the movement.

The more he tore open the broken clothes on Jiang Xuezuowenzi's body, the more frightened he felt.

Even Shiro Yaoyanto never expected that there would be so many wounds on the other party's body, and most of them were densely covered with his chest and back, and they were all deep and flesh, without many shallow scratches.

What did you experience before you have such a wound?

Even though his practice level is low, Jiang Xuezuo's writing has reached more than twenty levels after this period of time. Moreover, this is just an expedition.

Now, is even an expedition so dangerous?

Shiro Yaoyanto thought about it and decided to ask carefully what happened to his younger brother.

Zong Sanzuo Wenzi looked at the wounds covered with his body on Jiang Xue's body, clenched his fists silently, covered Xiaoye's eyes with one hand, pulled up his little hand with the other, turned his head to take him out of his hand and into the room.

Such injuries are on the verge of breaking the knife... You can't let Xiaoye see it!

Yaoyanto Shiro finally simply treated the wound on Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi's body. Seeing the blood-stained Yushou who had just stuffed him into the other party's arms, a line of sweat quietly slid down his forehead.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Xue Zuo's body, which was dangerously in the broken knife, and silently took out a bunch of talismans, glanced at Jiang Xue, and opened his eyes wide.

I saw the Yushou in Jiang Xuezuo's arms emitting a shallow light, and some light spots radiated from the Yushou.

He could no longer think about it, Yaoyanto Shiro turned his head and ran directly to the platform where the body was placed, and talismans were pasted directly on top of them for no money.

Hiroshiro, who was standing by, didn't drag him down and brought him a bunch of talismans. At this time, he had no idea how much savings would be used for this consumption.

Compared to the life of a partner, what is money?

Isn’t it the time to accumulate money?

Zong Sanzuo's writing couldn't help but look back and saw a scene that scared him.

I saw that under the blue light of the talisman, the original body of Jiang Xuezuo's text still emitted a golden light, and the cracks on the original body expanded little by little, and a pile of golden light spread out from Jiang Xuezuo's text.

In less than a second, even though the blue light over the talisman was filled, the body of Jiang Xuezuo's text was still broken and turned into a pile of light spots.

Yu Shu suddenly exploded with a "swoosh".

Jiang Xuezuo's figure shook, condensed again, and the body condensed again, and appeared on the stage, with the cracks on it still on the other side.

Yayanto Shiro glanced at the body that was still in a broken trend, continued to paste the talisman, and shouted: "Hata! Yushou!"

Before Hakata Fuji Shiro stuffed the new Imperial Guard into Jiang Xuezuo's arms, Zong Sanzuo's Wenzi stepped forward a few steps and knelt beside Jiang Xue.

His trembling hands firmly stuffed the pink Yushou into the palm of Jiang Xuezuo's hand. Zong Sanzuo's hand tried hard to close Jiang Xue's hand, so that Yushou was held tightly by him.

Holding his hand, bent down slightly, Zong Sanzuo Wenwen's tears were filled with despair and sadness, and he no longer wanted to wipe his tears. His cheeks rubbed against Jiang Xuezuo Wenwen's back, not caring about his dyed skin and clothes.

Slowly closing his eyes, his low voice was filled with a crying voice, "Brother, brother..."

Xiaoye Zuo Wenzi also ran over, and without any hesitation, he stuffed his guard into Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi's other hand. His eyes were staring at Jiang Xue, who had closed his eyes tightly, and whispered: "Brother... avenge your brother..."

The Yushou, who was stuffed into Jiang Xue's hand with the words, gradually dyed red, and then a faint light radiated.

Zong Sanzuo Wenzi looked at the increasingly bright Yushou in panic, pounced on Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi, resting his head on the other party's chest, and tears were poured out.

"Don't leave your brother...Don't leave us! We don't want to experience the death of our brother..."

He shouted, his pink hair dyed with blood, looking even more miserable.

The sliding door was suddenly opened, and the God-Surveillancer appeared in the backlight. She looked at her hands entering the room with a blank expression and slowly stepped out her feet.

"What do you want to do?!" Hakata Fuji Shiro was shocked in an instant, drew his sword and blocked her.

The God-Student glanced at him and shrugged, "Jiang Xuejun can't bear it anymore."

"What's your business?" Hakata Fuji Shiro shouted excitedly, with infinite vigilance.

The God-Surveillancer narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "I'll save him! Now you have nothing to do, aren't you?"

She looked at the broken second Yushou with some point and chuckled: "You can only rely on Yushou to rush to your life. You have no way to do it!"

"Except me! I am the God-studyer, he is my first forging knife! I can save him!" She put her hands between her abdomen, her waist and back were straightened, her eyelashes were slightly restrained, and her chest looked confident.

Zong Sanzuo Wenzi and their eyes were full of vigilance and did not accept her.

Another figure appeared at the sliding door, which was the slower mobility of Mihikimori Sect and Taro Taro. Masashimizuki had already rushed to find other people to help.

Sanriyue Sect raised his sleeves and pursed his lips. There was a rare smile on his face. He said lightly: "Jiang Xuejun is Ji Jun's first forging knife. I think Ji Jun wouldn't hurt him, right?"

The God-Surveillance Master looked back at him, pointed to Jiang Xuezuo, who had been stuffed with the fourth guard, and smiled brightly and sincerely: "How is that possible? You know too, who I hurt, I won't hurt him now!"

Sanri Moon Sect looked at the God-Surveyer for a few glances, and finally seemed to compromise and trust him inexplicably. He nodded to the Sanzuo and Xiaoye Zuo's words.

He raised his hand and stuffed his guard into Jiang Xuezuo's arms. Sanri Yue Sect Jin whispered: "Please rest assured, Ji Jun's idea of ​​letting Jiang Xuejun survive will definitely not be weaker than us."

He raised his eyes slightly, and there was a smile in the golden crescent moon, "So, there will be no problem, we will watch here."

The God-Student smiled slightly, then withdrew his smile and looked at Shiro Yaoyanto. Seeing that the other party was finally persuaded by Sanri Moon Sect, he took a few steps back and gave up a space, so he stepped forward to take over the body of Jiang Xuezuo's text, and a blue light appeared in his hand.

Zong Sanzuo's words still did not put down his vigilance and stared at the actions of the god-studying master.

Sanri Yue Sect patted his shoulder as comforted again, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Jiang Xuejun will be fine..."

His eyes were turned to the God-Surveillancer and chuckled, "Ji Jun will definitely save him with all his might. After all, even if there are different goals, the premise is still the same."

Zong Sanzuowen and Xiaoyezuowen both looked at him blankly, not very understanding what he was talking about.

Sanriyue Sect smiled and touched their heads, "It's so good, it's good... Just leave these things to us old people."
Chapter completed!