Fenghua stood in front of the fire and said in a calm voice: "It should be very safe here. You can rest assured and have a good rest here."
Han Qingjue weakly raised her lips, which were pale due to excessive blood loss, "They smell the blood and will chase after them soon. If you want to leave, do it now, otherwise, you won't be able to leave."
"
"I will deal with them, you have a good rest." Fenghua walked up to him, "Since I brought you here, I must take you back safely. There are four of us here, so we have to go back together.
No less!”
Her words were so firm, Han Qingjue's heart suddenly warmed up, as if a warm current passed through his body, his whole heart warmed up, and there was an inexplicable feeling spreading...
His hands trembled unconsciously. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't. He pursed his lips and his eyes became a little moist.[
Fenghua also saw that he was touched and patted him on the shoulder: "Have a good rest!"
When she was about to leave, Han Qingjue grabbed her wrist. He did not dare to look directly at her, but looked ahead: "If I die, will you... feel sorry for me?"
Why is this sentence so familiar? It seems like I have heard it somewhere... Fenghua frowned.
"I won't let you die! I will pick the Tianshan Snow Lotus and take you back. There is a miracle doctor here. As long as you hold your breath and don't give up easily, everything will be fine!"
Speaking of the miracle doctor, Feng Hua suddenly thought of something, took out a packet of medicinal powder from his arms, and his eyes lit up: "By the way, this is what Gui Jianchou gave to me when I was leaving. He said it can be used if you are injured...
…”
The powder given by Gui Jianchou must be good stuff!
"Here, let me apply it for you!" Fenghua said, carefully pulling off the clothes on his shoulders. The deep wolf fang marks were like rows of black holes, with black blood coming out, which was shocking.
She carefully sprinkled the medicinal powder on it, and Han Qingjue frowned.
"Does it hurt?" She paused.
"No!" He shook his head calmly, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
She knew he was holding on, so the movement of sprinkling the powder slowed down, and she sprinkled it gently and carefully.