Chapter 833 It's Like Sitting On Uncle Nine Emperors
Feng Jiuer thought that this guy would ignore her.
Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, Jiu Qing suddenly nodded: "Yes."
As soon as he said these words, two bursts of horse hoofbeats suddenly came from ahead.
Not long after, the figures of two horses, one black and one white, appeared in their sight.
"I actually got him back!"
Feng Jiuer felt excited and immediately stood up.
But as soon as I moved my foot, a heart-pounding pain suddenly came from my ankle.
She let out a low cry and fell back to the ground.
Jiu Ting heard the movement behind him, and when he turned around, he saw her sitting on the ground, holding her ankles, frowning.
When I fell off the horse just now, my body was not injured because Jiu Qing was protecting me, but my ankle was actually sprained.
She had been sitting on the ground without exerting any force on her ankles, and she didn't realize this until she was about to get up.
A person's luck can really be carried to the point of a bottomless pit. After the martial arts is abolished, the body is really useless. It has not been a sprain in hundreds of years, and now it is about to happen again! Could it be that after the martial arts is gone, even the human body is useless?
Have they all been turned into waste?
Suddenly her body felt light, and she was picked up by someone.
Without saying a word, Jiu Qing hugged her and walked to Zhui Feng.
Chaiyue also kicked his horse's hooves, looking unhappy.
Zhui Feng hummed, but Feng Jiuer discovered that Zhui Yue immediately became obedient and stood aside obediently, not even daring to hum.
omg! It’s so amazing! Chaiyue is afraid of chasing the wind! Look at Zhuiyue’s snow-white body, it’s actually covered with a layer of mud. Could it be that chasing the wind just knocked it down?
Doesn’t it mean that a horse cannot fall? If it falls, it cannot get up?
The dirt and dust on Zhuiyue's body clearly looked like it was rolling on the ground. After rolling, he could still stand up. He was indeed a divine horse.
But, are you afraid of chasing the wind?
Hahaha, this guy is honest now. This cute look made Feng Jiuer's anger disappear in an instant.
"Zhui Feng, you have to help me watch it carefully. If it is dishonest, you will beat it, hard!"
Zhuiyue kicked her hooves again, obviously dissatisfied.
Zhui Feng neighed low, and his arrogant aura made Zhui Yue's little hooves immediately quiet down, and he didn't even dare to move his tail.
"Haha, hahaha..." Feng Jiuer seemed to have forgotten that she was still in someone else's arms, laughing so hard that she was out of breath.
I didn’t expect that the world of animals, no, the world of horses, would actually have this rule of the strong being king. It was really fun! She was put on Chasing the Wind’s horse, and Jiuer was shocked.
Inexplicably, I dare not ride this awesome and admirable horse.
I don’t know why, but Zhui Feng’s arrogant look just now looked very much like a certain person.
Hmm, it looks very much like...the arrogant Nine Emperors Uncle.
So, sitting on the Nine Emperors Uncle...ah! How can you compare the Nine Emperors Uncle to a horse? Is she stupid?
"Jiu Qing, how far have we traveled?"
After sitting on it, she looked down at the man standing next to the horse.
I rode Chaiyue all the way here just now, but because it was so critical, I didn't even have the time to think about how far they had traveled.
Now when I think about it, the two horses ran so fast just now, they might have run a long way away.
This place is still deep in the wild forest, how can we find Mu Mu and the others?
Jiu Qing didn't say anything. He didn't seem to like talking. He was cold and cold most of the time and didn't say a word.
After carrying Feng Jiuer and sitting on the horse, he was not in a hurry to take her away. Instead, he took out a bottle of medicine from the baggage on the horse, grabbed Feng Jiuer's hand and held it in her palm.
spread out.
"Hiss..." It hurts! She didn't notice it just now, but now when she saw her wound, the pain made her grimace.
Jiu Qing took out another bottle of potion and was about to tear off her clothes.
Feng Jiuer immediately said: "No! I have a handkerchief. Don't tear your clothes. Didn't you buy it with money?"
These ancient people were quick to tear their clothes, and they had to tear a piece of clothing to solve the problem that could be solved with a handkerchief.
Do they all like to wear patched clothes?
Jiu Qing was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that she had indeed taken out a handkerchief from the bag she was carrying, he let go of the corner of his clothes and took the handkerchief over.
Dip the handkerchief in the medicine and clean the wounds on her palms.
Feng Jiuer was so painful that she almost shed tears, but she still stubbornly refused to show her vulnerable side in front of outsiders.
However, the reins had worn the flesh just now, and it was really painful! Jiu Qing didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but seeing the cold sweat on her forehead constantly overflowing, he subconsciously softened his movements.
Carefully, the movements could no longer be gentle.
However, as soon as the medicine touched the wound, Feng Jiuer's face turned pale with pain. No matter how gently he moved, the pain could not be alleviated even a little bit.
Finally, the wound was cleaned, and when Jiu Qing applied medicine to her, the pain was so painful that her face almost lost all color.
Without internal strength to protect the body, I had to bear the pain directly with my body, and it was really almost unbearable.
She is not from this generation, nor is she the kind of person like Uncle Nine Emperors and Mu Mu who can endure even being scratched by a knife.
In the 21st century, even minor surgeries require anesthesia.
It's just crazy like this now.
After enduring for what seemed like an eternity, the medicine in the palms of both hands was finally finished. Feng Jiuer was left with only the breath left, and she almost had no strength to breathe.
It really hurt. My scalp was numb and numb, as if I had been dead for a while.
The wound penetrated deep into the flesh. In such a place with almost no flesh in the first place, it was remarkable that no muscles or bones were injured.
When he woke up, he realized that he had been lying on Jiu Qing's shoulder.
She braced herself and tried to sit up straight, but as soon as her hand touched his shoulder to support him, she fell down suddenly from the pain.
Jiu Qing helped her sit firmly on the horse again, and his hands fell on her ankles.
Feng Jiuer was sweating profusely and took a deep breath, feeling like she wanted to die.
She had finished applying medicine to her hands, but she forgot that her ankles were still swollen.
Jiu Qing glanced at her and gradually traced the injured area of her ankle with her fingers.
Feng Jiuer also looked at him and wanted to refuse, but the ankle must be in the right position, otherwise the foot will not heal.
You can't keep walking with your feet sprained, not to mention, if you continue like this, your feet will become useless.
My hands were bandaged and I couldn't even grab something to vent my anger.
This time, I really have to resist.
She looked at Jiu Qing, her sweaty eyelashes making it almost impossible to see his appearance clearly.
After a while, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded: "Come on."
Anyway, I have to endure this once. If I endure it sooner, I can get better sooner.
Suddenly, there was a heart-wrenching feeling on my ankle.
Feng Jiuer almost screamed in pain, something appeared on her lips for no apparent reason, she bit it down without even thinking...
