"Do you think I want my hair to be disheveled? If the hairpin hadn't been made like a spoon for you, I would have been like this?" Yu Buhuan grabbed the hair on his shoulders and brought it to Xuanyuan Mu's eyes, and asked loudly.
Xuanyuan Mu narrowed his eyes coldly, showing displeasure.
Yu Buhuan was not afraid at all, and even bravely faced his terrifying cold eyes.
She knew that Xuanyuan Mu would not kill her. She studied the terrain when she was collecting firewood just now.
The four walls here are made of steep rocks. Perhaps due to erosion by water flow, the rock walls are extremely smooth, and because it is winter, there is a thick layer of ice on them.
Although Xuanyuan Mu's Qinggong is very good, he can only jump up to halfway up the mountain, because the entrance to the top is very narrow, only as wide as two arms. Unless he has wings, he can't even think of getting out from here alone.
Before going up, Xuanyuan Mu would never dare to do anything to him.
The two of them were in a stalemate, and in the end Xuanyuan Mu chose not to argue with her. He reached out to pick up the deformed hairpin on the ground, and restored the hairpin to its original state while Yu Buhuan was stunned.
Looking at the reddish silver hairpin, Yu Buhuan couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Aren't you afraid of getting hot?
Until the hairpin quickly cooled in his hand, Xuanyuan Mu handed it to her with half interest.
Yu Buhuan took it anxiously. Except that the pattern on it was gone, nothing seemed to have changed.
Yu Buhuan quickly tied up his black hair with his hands and feet and quickly fixed it with a silver hairpin.
Seeing that she was still cooperative, Xuanyuan Mu turned his head with satisfaction and continued to stare at the fire.
Yu Buhuan often ran to the cold pool to cool down due to the wound on her palm. She knew that this was wrong. It would be difficult to heal the wound after it was soaked in water. But if not, the palm of her hand would feel like holding a piece of red-hot iron.
pain.
Xuanyuan Mu was a little dissatisfied with the noise he made when he stood up.
Can't she just be quiet for a while?
Xuanyuan Mu stared at her with a pair of cold eyes.
Yu Buhuan was about to stand up and continue to the cold pool, but Leng Buding met his gaze and maintained his standing posture stiffly.
"What's wrong?" There shouldn't be anything bothering him, right?
"What are you doing running around?"
"My hand hurts, brother, do you see it? Do you see it?" She stretched out her burned palm towards his face.
"Take this." Completely ignoring the bloody palm in front of him, Xuanyuan Mu took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and threw it at her feet like a charity.
Yu Buhuan bent down to pick up the bottle on the ground and looked at the stern man suspiciously: "What is this?"
"medicine."
"What medicine?"
Xuanyuan Mushi said casually: "You can return it to me if you don't need it."
You're so annoying! You can't even ask me.
Looking down at his hands, and then at Xuanyuan Mu's sultry face, Yu Buhuan snorted and sat down.
When the bottle is opened, a faint cold fragrance immediately rises. I can't tell what the smell is, but it makes people feel refreshed and refreshing.
Yu Buhuan poured the ointment onto the injured heart without hesitation. As soon as the ointment came into contact with the wound, she felt a chill immediately, and the burning pain that had been tormenting her and unable to sleep was instantly driven away.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore." Yu Buhuan looked at him overjoyed.
What's the fuss about this? Xuanyuan Mu completely ignored it.
Yu Buhuan bit off a piece of his sleeve and wrapped his hand completely. Just as he was about to tie it tightly, he heard Xuanyuan Mu's condensed voice.
