The wound was turned outwards, bones were visible, and red blood kept pouring out.
The best golden healing medicine was applied and immediately washed away by the blood.
While Chu Yue was chewing herbs, she directed the girls to prepare some items, chew the leaves together, put the chewed leaves on his wound, and then wrap it with clean gauze.
Mu Youche silently used Xuan Gong to help dissolve the medicine. He felt the wound tightening, and the cool medicine hit his heart with a burning sensation.
"Silly girl, don't cry, I can't die."
He held Chu Yue's face and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Chu Yue was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of him.
If he was injured, he might not be like this. Even looking at the wounds on his body, he couldn't help crying.
"If you cry again, I will carry you into the room."
He smiled jokingly.
Chu Yue was furious and rolled her eyes at him, "Please take good care of yourself."
Speaking of which, he had just winked to her to ask her to raid the famous family under Leng Feiyan's arm, and then he stepped forward to save her.
Who knew that Chu Yue would stab him. Although the knife was small, it was extremely sharp, but it would also take a while.
When masters compete with each other, even for a moment, there is no room for mistakes.
Thinking that if he had been slower, the sword would have struck her, Mu Youche's heart almost felt like it was being strangled.
The fighting there is fierce, and the love is deep here.
Chu Yue supported him and said, "Go inside and rest. It may take a long time for this injury to fade away."
If it leaves a ferocious scar, it will ruin the perfect appearance of this great general.
Mu Youche laid his body on her shoulder and whispered, "If you dare to make any mistakes, see how I deal with you."
Those words were so ambiguous that Chu Yue's ears turned red.
But in his heart he was both grateful and sad, "You are so desperate for your life, I..." Tears rolled down, he sighed, and picked her up fiercely.
Chu Yue exclaimed and struggled.
Mu Youche's face turned pale, "Madam, the wound."
Chu Yue had no choice but to stay still and entered the house. The girls quickly got out of the way.
Mu Youche put Chu Yue on the bed and lay on the brocade mattress, "Madam..."
Chu Yue hurriedly checked on his injuries. Fortunately, she had her own holy healing herb, otherwise...
She didn't dare to think about it.
By this time, the sound of fighting outside had stopped.
