"They shouldn't catch up again..." Xiao Jingyao looked around the surrounding environment and was sure that he had not heard any movement. Then he stopped and tied the chase wind next to the cave and said in a deep voice to Wei Zijin.
Wei Zijin nodded randomly, all his attention was on his injured arm. He was worried that the cold arrow would penetrate too deeply and it would be difficult to stop the bleeding, and he was worried that the cold arrow would spit on the poison!
"Sit down first, I'll help you pull out this cold arrow..." Wei Zijin looked at the wound on Xiao Jingyao's arm, and was still bleeding, for fear that he would make the wound deeper with great force, so he carefully helped him sit down.
But the moment my hand touched the cold arrow, he shivered slightly.
Under the bright moonlight, her face turned pale, and even her eyes that were always calm were shining with a faint light, with heartache and unbearable...
Xiao Jingyao looked at her forbearing appearance and smiled faintly as if nothing had happened: "No problem, I can just pull it out by myself. Go back and don't look!"
He thought she couldn't bear to see such wounds and blood, but he didn't know that she was heartbroken by his injury! She was no longer Li Jingyou, but she still owed him time and time again!
If he hadn't been protecting her desperately just now, who would have thought that those arrows would not have shot her?!
"You have one hand inconvenience, so I'll do it!" Wei Zijin knew that if the cold arrow was left for a while, Xiao Jingyao's wound would be even more difficult to heal. He put the exposed arrow feathers again on his hand and quickly broke the arrow feathers.
Xiao Jingyao was about to stretch out his right hand to untie the knife on his waist, but was stopped by Wei Zijin. She untie the knife and asked in a low voice: "Do you bring the wine pot with you?"
Xiao Jingyao nodded and looked at Zhuifeng. Wei Zijin stood up knowingly, took the wine pot from Zhuifeng, poured the strong wine on the blade, and came back to Xiao Jingyao.
But the blade just touched Xiao Jingyao's wound and her hands couldn't help but tremble. Although she had been on the battlefield, she had never drawn an arrow for anyone, not to mention that the man in front of her was Xiao Jingyao who she couldn't bear to hurt the most!
Just as she was trembling, Xiao Jingyao finally grabbed the knife from her hand and cut out the arrow that pierced his arm.
More blood gushed out of the wound. Even Xiao Jingyao, who had been hiding for a long time, couldn't help but groan at this time.
"Xiao Jingyao, where is the golden sore medicine? You have always carried it with you, right?" Wei Zijin tore open his clothes without saying a word, tied it hard on the wound, preventing the blood from rushing out, and said anxiously.
Xiao Jingyao nodded, and large beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and even his voice became unstable due to the pain from the wound.
Following Xiao Jingyao's gaze, Wei Zijin quickly took out the golden sore medicine from his arms and sprinkled it on his wound.
When the wound was completely bandaged, Wei Zijin found that he was already covered in cold sweat, and even his clothes were stained with blood.
The blood stopped and the wound had been bandaged. Xiao Jingyao's face improved slightly. Looking at the blood on Wei Zijin's body, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.
"Sorry, you've got all your clothes dirty..."
Hearing his low apology, Wei Zijin was so amused and glared at him: "You are still in the mood to say this now? I was really worried when I saw you were injured..."
"Worried that I will die?" Xiao Jingyao took her words, raised his eyebrows and asked back.