Yun Luo's body trembled slightly, and a slight drop of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Jun Wuchen's hand was very steady, without any hesitation.
Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.
The stingers were quickly picked out and fell to the ground one by one.
Blood flowed out continuously, flowing along the slender and graceful arc of the calf, onto his hands, and stained his sleeves.
The warm bloody smell spreads.
Jun Wuchen lowered his head, frowned his sword eyebrows, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and his eyes were focused and serious.
With his status, I am afraid that he has never dealt with an injury with his own hands in his life, so his hands were covered with blood. However, his movements were light and fast, fearing that it would be too heavy and hurt her, and he was also afraid that if it was too slow, she would continue to bleed.
……
It was just a minor injury, but he was so nervous and took it seriously.
Yun Luo couldn't believe it - he would turn a blind eye to the pursuit and let others put her to death!
Is there any misunderstanding in this?
Although Yun Luo was temporarily blinded by anger, it does not mean that she has no brain and cannot think.
After feeling Jun Wuchen's nervousness and seriousness, she suppressed the boiling anger in her heart, and reason emerged. Under the stimulation of pain, she became much more awake.
She spoke slowly, "Jun Wuchen, I have something to ask you."
"What happened?"
Jun Wuchen was still carefully picking out the stings and treating the wounds, not daring to be distracted.
Hearing this, he said casually, "Want to get angry with me again? Okay, you can make trouble later. Wait for me to take care of the wound first."
"Who is angry with you? I really want to ask you!"
Yun Luo paused and said softly, "But you have to promise to tell the truth and not lie to me."
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Jun Wuchen responded casually, his attention still on her wound, the dagger flying like a sting, "What do you want to ask, just ask."
"When did you come to the Netherworld Mountains?" Yun Luo asked the first question.
Jun Wuchen: "Eight days ago."
Yun Luo was stunned, "Is it the day we went to the ghost market? Didn't Long Yi say you entered the palace?"
"Have you seen him?"
Jun Wuchen asked casually before replying, "After we separated, I found your little fox and it was injured. The situation in the ghost market was chaotic at that time. For safety reasons, I took the little fox and Buli away from the ghost market first.
, I plan to send them back to Prince Jing’s Mansion first, and then return to the Ghost Market to find you.”
At Jun Wuchen's speed, the round trip from Ghost Market to Prince Jing's Mansion would only take a few minutes at most.
Even if the situation in the ghost market was vaguely wrong at that time, with Yun Luo's strength, he wouldn't be able to protect himself for even a few minutes.
In comparison, the little fox's injury is more urgent. Jun Wuchen first sends them back to the safety of Prince Jing's Mansion, then turns back to find Yun Luo, and leaves the ghost market with her. This is the safest choice.
But he didn't expect that someone would be chasing Yun Luo in the ghost market, which led to a series of changes that followed.
Yun Luo's heart tightened, and he quickly asked: "Little... is the fox seriously injured? I didn't find him in the ghost market, and he is still there. Are they two okay?"
Jun Wuchen paused, then continued to pick out the remaining stingers, "Buli is fine, the little fox is seriously injured, but don't worry, it's not life-threatening for the time being."
"For now?!" Yun Luo's tone was even higher.
"Don't worry, just listen to what I have to say."
When Jun Wuchen said this, he just picked out the stinger on Yun Luo's calf.
He put away the dagger, took out a box of myogenic and hemostatic ointment from the storage ring, and applied it carefully on Yun Luo's calf.