Taking a deep breath, Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced at Qiao Mu's face.
Following her somewhat distracted gaze, her gaze came to Feng Jiang who was guarding outside.
"Qiao Mu, just watch my Sanhuang brother become a nymphomaniac. I will scrape off the venom-corroded flesh from your wound. It will be very painful!"
"Don't mess with me, he is not Fengjiang, he is a mute slave."
Qiao Mu withdrew his gaze and looked at Feng Jiuer.
"Jiu'er, tell me, the person who saved me just now was a mute slave."
Turning his eyes, Qiao Mu looked at Feng Jiang's back again.
"I think I can only think this way, so I'm not afraid of pain."
Feng Jiuer shook her head and sighed lightly.
"Okay, the person who saved you just now is a mute slave, not Feng Jiang, but a mute slave, the mute slave you have been thinking about."
While still talking, Feng Jiuer held the short knife and cut it off quickly and accurately.
"Ah..." Qiao Mu couldn't help but cry out, "It hurts! It hurts too much!"
"Feng Jiu'er, do you understand...hiss...you want to torture me to death, don't you?"
Fengjiang looked a little anxious, but it was hard to look back.
Recalling the scene of Qiao Mu pushing him away, Fengjiang even suspected that her injury was a shield for him.
Whenever he thinks like this, he feels uncomfortable.
"Feng Jiu'er, be gentle! Ah... it hurts... it hurts! You really can't... be gentle?"
"Please be gentle! Master Feng, this little girl really can't bear it anymore..." Everyone heard Qiao Mu's wailing.
Everyone's expressions were a bit solemn, especially the brothers who had been protected by her.
"I didn't see you shouting when you were hurt. Now you are shouting like this. Are you ashamed?"
Feng Jiuer was somewhat relieved, her heart ached, but at least Qiao Mu could shout, which meant that her condition was not bad.
"When the war started, where... ah... be gentle, be gentle, everyone was so enthusiastic at that time, who... would cry out in pain?"
"Besides, are you... okay?
I haven't tried it yet... Feng Jiu'er, be gentle! I can't bear it anymore."
"..." If the acupuncture points were not blocked by the Third Emperor Brother, Feng Jiuer really doubted whether he would be able to properly treat her wounds.
Miss Qiao's strength is simply amazing. She is not the only one who can contain it.
Xue Gu is not here, and there are no other women here. Is it possible that the Third Emperor Brother should come in and hold her down?
The wound was sutured with silk thread, medicine was applied, and a bandage was applied. The woman finally calmed down.
I don't know whether it was because he was sweating or the pills had taken effect, but Qiao Mu's complexion looked much better.
She suppressed her blush, looked at Feng Jiu'er who was sweating profusely, and finally raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"After a while, I got better."
"Fengjiang, come quickly and untie my acupuncture points. I don't want to lie down anymore. The ground here is uneven and it makes my whole body uncomfortable."
"Isn't he a mute slave?"
Feng Jiuer curled her lips slightly, lowered her head and wrapped her clothes around her.
"Isn't that a diversion? You don't know that I thought I was going to die just now."
Qiao Mu said with a smile.
Glancing outside, Qiao Mu shouted again: "Fengjiang, come over quickly and unlock the acupuncture points for me."
"Death is not that easy!"
Feng Jiuer tied the clothes rope into a knot.
"Jiu'er, can I go in?"
Fengjiang turned his back to the two people behind him and still did not dare to look back.
"Come in, she's not worried. I wonder what you're ashamed of?"
After saying a word, Feng Jiuer stood up.
The temporary open-air tent is not high, but as long as people don't get close, they can't see what's going on inside.
Feng Jiuer recognized Jian Yi's clothes, so she picked up his robe and pulled out his sword.
Brother Sanhuang's reputation is really not small. Jianyi is a swordsman and never leaves his body with his sword. He is so good that if he takes his sword, even his clothes will come back.
"You take good care of her, and I'll check on the other brothers."
Without saying a word, Feng Jiuer hurriedly sent Jian Yi his sword and robe.
Sure enough, Jian Yi's face didn't look good.
Feng Jiuer was helpless against this unexpected incident.
"Give it back to you."
She held the robe in one hand and the sword in the other, handing it to Jianyi.
Jian Yi took the robe and put it on him casually, then took back his sword.
"No other brothers were injured by the poisonous beast, but several brothers seemed to have been seriously poisoned and had many wounds on their legs."
"Jiu'er, let me take you to see it."
Jian Yi put the sword away, turned around and walked forward, without forgetting to tie the clothes rope.
Feng Jiuer treated the injured brother, while Jian Yi and the uninjured brother assisted.
Not far away, Zhan Qingcheng, Mu Mu, and Long Yi didn't know what they were discussing. There were several men kneeling on the other side.
Fengjiang stood in front of several trembling men, looking at the people kneeling on the ground with half-squinted eyes.
"Who are you?
Why does it appear here?
Why are there so many poisons?"
This matter was related to the safety of the Phoenix clan, so he had to handle it carefully.
"We just collect money to do things, hero, please spare your life!"
The man who had just been dragged over by Zhan Qingcheng was kneeling at the front.
“Whose money was collected?
What to do?
Make it clear!"
Fengjiang's deep voice sounded again.
"We..." The man raised his eyes and lowered his head immediately, "Someone paid us to grow poison here."
"We don't know who the other party is. The first batch of poisons was brought over by a mysterious person."
"They said that as long as we can cultivate more poisons, they will give us a lot of money. We only cultivate them and do no harm to anyone. Please be aware of this!"
"It didn't harm anyone?"
With a "swish" sound, Fengjiang placed the long sword on the neck of the man who spoke.
"Your poison has hurt so many of my people, how can you say it's harmless?"
After glancing at his brothers, his eyes fell on the tree resting on the tree trunk. Fengjiang wanted to stab him with his sword.
"Heroes, you... suddenly broke in, and we had no choice but to do so."
The man looked at Feng Jiang with fear on his face.
"The mysterious man said that nothing here should be known to outsiders, otherwise it will kill us."
"Look, your brother is a little injured, but the poison we raised for a year has killed more than half of him, and I can't explain it..." At the end of the sentence, the man lowered his head.
"Sorry! But we can't help ourselves."
"Can't help myself?"
Fengjiang raised his sword and scratched the man's head.
"Hero, spare, spare my life..." Watching his hair fall, the man stiffened, not daring to move.
"For the sake of one's own interests, as for disregarding the life and death of others, does this count as having no choice but to do so?"
"Are there not many people who have died from the poison you have raised over the years?"
Fengjiang's voice was extremely low, as if it came from hell.
He frowned and drew his sword again.
A scream echoed throughout the entire mountain forest.
