Chapter 249 The Little Rabbit Spirit of the Double-faced Demon Monk 20
But he reacted quickly and quickly hugged Gu Ruojiao into his arms, took off his coat and put it on her body.
Looking at the woman in his arms, Wu Du wanted to say something, but his eyes accidentally caught sight of a patch of white skin, and his ears suddenly turned red.
He looked away in panic, wanting to push her away, but he was afraid of hurting her.
My ears couldn't help but pay attention to her movements.
When he heard that she was holding back the pain, Wudu's eyes immediately changed from embarrassed to serious.
But I finally remembered that this moment was not the right time to be dazed.
He turned to the spider spirit.
The spider spirit became violent because one of its legs was cut off.
"I'll kill you!"
"Amitabha."
Wudu took Gu Ruojiao aside and gently put him down.
"You..." He didn't dare to look at her, "I'll go back when I'm a poor monk..."
Gu Ruojiao hummed softly: "I'll wait for you."
Wudu's eyebrows moved slightly and he shook his hands unconsciously.
This time Wudu didn't hold anything back.
A mere spider spirit was no match for him and was quickly eliminated, leaving only a pile of ashes scattered on the ground.
Wudu narrowed his eyes and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice.
After seeing the blood on her sleeve, she quickly ran back to Ruojiao.
She is very petite, and his coat is very roomy.
But it could only be blocked, so she could only bend her knees and lean against the tree trunk.
Her long black hair is spread all over her body.
Looks fragile and helpless.
The stabbed shoulder was still bleeding, and Wudu's coat was dyed red.
Fortunately, it was not completely punctured.
But she was still in pain and her lips were pale.
Wudu fought with heaven and man in his heart for a moment, and finally walked over, picked up Gu Ruojiao, and returned to the ruined temple.
Because moving involved the wound, the woman in her arms was so painful that she could only bite her lower lip, but she never cried out.
Wudu took out the golden medicine from the bag and put it where Gu Ruojiao could reach it.
Lowering his eyes: "The donor's wound needs to be treated as soon as possible. The poor monk is waiting outside."
Alienated and cold, like treating a stranger.
After saying that, he went out without waiting for anyone to respond, leaving the ruined temple to Gu Ruojiao alone.
Wudu stood guard at the door.
He was also injured, but the wound stopped bleeding.
It just still hurts.
Even if he feels pain, the people inside must feel even worse.
Wudu looked at his hands.
I can still vaguely feel the softness and warmth I touched not long ago.
A quarter of an hour later.
Wudu, who had not heard any movement inside for a long time, began to worry that she had fainted from the pain.
He didn't even want to push the door open and go in.
Gu Ruojiao put on his coat in a panic.
But because of my shoulder injury.
Not only was this movement involved, but because of the pain, she didn't hold it properly, and the rough coat slipped from her shoulders.
Wudu suddenly turned around in panic, lowered his head and recited the Heart Sutra silently.
The ruined temple suddenly became very quiet.
It's almost audible.
Gu Ruojiao endured her embarrassment: "I'm sorry, but I can't see the wound, so..."
Wudu then remembered that her injury was on her back, so how could she apply medicine to herself?
Just listen to her say: "But it doesn't matter, it should be fine without taking medicine..."
"How can that be done!"
Wudu interrupted her next words, not realizing that his behavior was very rude and too eager.
"But..." Gu Ruojiao glanced at him and said softly, "No one can give me the medicine right now."
Wudu then remembered that there were only him and her here.
However, men and women cannot be intimate...
There was a war between heaven and man in his heart again.
