Xu Zixiao's eyes quickly passed across the messy snow valley, "Did you see Ziwen?!"
"You rest here, I'll look for you!" Mo Li said.
"No, let's look for it separately!" Xu Zixiao took a breath, endured the injuries on his body, and straightened up from the ground.
Knowing that he was worried about his younger brother, Mo Li did not stop him, and immediately split up with him to look for Xu Ziwen.
Not far away, the young Holy Son had also stood up from the snow and quickly looked among the corpses, looking for any disciples of the sect who might be alive.
"Ziwen!"
Pulling out his younger brother's body from among the corpses and looking at his gray robe soaked with blood, Xu Zixiao only said his younger brother's name, choked up and could no longer speak.
Hearing his voice, Mo Li rushed over and looked at Xu Ziwen in his arms.
Xu Ziwen's face was covered with blood. When Li Li looked over, he vaguely saw his eyelashes shaking. She pressed her fingers on his jugular and felt his weak pulse.
"Brother Xu!" Mo Li grabbed Xu Zixiao who was leaning over Xu Ziwen and crying sadly, "Ziwen doesn't seem to be dead yet!"
"What?!" Xu Zixiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Ziwen's face with surprise. He stretched his hand to his brother's neck and felt the weak beating. He was just surprised and happy, "Zi
Wen, you scared my brother to death, just wait, my brother will take you to the doctor immediately, he will definitely save you!"
Muttering in his mouth, Xu Zixiao straightened up from the snow with Xu Ziwen in his arms.
Helpless, he was already very weak at this time. He only took one step forward before his body softened and fell to the ground.
"Brother Xu!" Li Li rushed forward and held his arm.
Seeing him struggling to leave, she immediately shouted, "Xu Zixiao, calm down!"
Not to mention that there is no doctor to be found in the wilderness here. Even if a doctor is found, Xu Ziwen's injuries are so serious. If he doesn't stop the preparation first, even if he finds a doctor, he will be unable to save his life.
Hearing her shout, Xu Zixiao stopped struggling and fell weakly to the ground.
"Put him on the ground, and I'll take care of his wounds first!"
Xu Zixiao followed his words, and Mo Li pulled Xu Ziwen's clothes apart and carefully inspected his wounds.
"How is it?!" Looking at her skillful look, Xu Zixiao's face once again lit up with hope.
"The wound is not deep and it has not damaged the internal organs. Get some clean snow to help him clean the wound. I will help him suture the wound first!" As Li Li said, he took out the silver needle from his body and pulled off a long piece.
Hair penetrates the pinhole.
Xu Zixiao stumbled up and went to get some clean snow from a distance. Mo Li used the snow to simply wipe the blood around Xu Ziwen's wound.
"Press him!"
After giving the order, Mo Li pinched Xu Ziwen's wound with one hand and used a needle to help him suture the wound with the other hand. Xu Zixiao was cruel and held his brother down to prevent him from moving.
"This is the best healing medicine in the religion. Give it to him quickly to keep him alive!"
Here, Mo Li had just tied his hair into a knot, and with a warm voice, a white palm had already been stretched out in front of the two of them, with a delicate white porcelain bottle lying quietly in the palm.
"Holy Son?!" Xu Zixiao looked sideways at the young Holy Son who came to him at some unknown time, with gratitude in his eyes, and took the small porcelain bottle with both hands respectfully, "Thank you, Holy Son!"
"It's my responsibility to fail to protect you!" the young saint replied in a low mood.