Looking at the wound that had been infected on Yun Zhao's chest, Yan Xiaoyi knew that if he was not dealt with immediately, it would have killed him. In his years of career as a horse bandit, too many brothers had already lost their lives because of this situation. He reached out and pulled out the dagger, repeatedly roasted it on the fire for a while, and then poured it with horse milk wine. Looking at the obviously necrotic muscles around the wound, Yan Xiaoyi carefully slowly removed them one by one with a knife until he saw the healthy color again and the blood flowed out. Then he stopped. Sprinkle some gold-invasive medicine to stop the bleeding. Yan Xiaoyi handed his saber to Hao Ren, "Old Hao, go, burn red in the fire."

"Oh!" Hao Ren nodded, made the fire in the tent strong, squatted there, put one end of the sabre into the fire, and burned it repeatedly. Yaerdan, who was on the side, was frightened. What were they going to do? If they torture themselves severely? Seeing the sabre named Hao Ren, the fierce and hatred gaze looked at him more than once, and he couldn't help but become even more scared. Yun Zhao didn't know his life and death, but he wanted to escape but was caught by Yan Xiaoyi. He was waiting for his destiny. He was definitely not a rational person. With a fierce nature, he didn't know how to deal with him. What did they do with the knife red? It wasn't they toil themselves? Thinking of this terrible possibility, Yaerdan couldn't help but tremble, and tears fell down.

Hao Ren stood up and handed Yan Xiaoyi the sabre that was burnt red from the head of the knife to Yan Xiaoyi, "Xiaoyi, it's OK!"

Yan Xiaoyi took the sabre and said, "Brothers, hold him down Luo."

Several horse bandits rushed up and pressed Yun Zhao tightly. This stance made Yaerdan puzzled. What were they doing? Are they burning Yun Zhao with a red-hot knife? They couldn't help but open their eyes and look at them.

In fact, Yan Xiaoyi's move is used to stop bleeding and disinfect. It is a common move used by injured soldiers on the battlefield. However, Yaerdan was born with a noble family and had a wealth of luxury. He had seen such cruel scenes there. However, the bandits of the Eagle-billed Rock Horse are people licking blood on the head of the knife, and they have seen many such scenes.

Several people pressed Yun Zhao tightly, and Yan Xiaoyi's lips trembled, "Brother, hold on,!" He suddenly stretched out the red knife's first knife and pressed it accurately on Yun Zhao's wound.

Yun Zhao screamed in his mouth, and his whole body thrust, trying to sit up, but he was pressed by several people. He couldn't move. His eyes, which had been closed tightly, suddenly widened. Looking at Yan Xiaoyi in front of him, the red knife head made a sound on the wound.

Almost at the same time, Yaldan on the side also let out a shocking scream, as if he was pressing on her body. Hao Ren turned his head and looked at her disgustedly: "Stinky woman, stop talking and scream again. I'll give you a moment!"

Yaldan was so scared that he quickly closed his mouth, and tears couldn't stop flowing down. These savages! She kept thinking in her heart.

The severe pain woke Yun Zhao up and looked at Yan Xiaoyi, "Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, what are you doing?"

"Don't move, your wound is infected and suppurated. I have to use this trick. Hold on. It's okay, it will be cured in a while!" Yan Xiaoyi said loudly.

"Stand with it, of course I can hold it." Yun Zhao rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and fainted again.

Putting away the saber and looking at the wound, Yan Xiaoyi nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, good, good, good mouth-collection, Hao Ren, please give Yun Zhao!"

After bandaging Yun Zhao's wounds, putting on his clothes, everyone gathered around Yun Zhao, looking at Yun Zhao who was still burning, still frowning.

"Xiao Yi, as long as you take care of your wounds carefully, you should not be infected again, but Yun Zhao is not a solution to burn like this! This will kill people." Hao Ren said.

Of course, Yan Xiaoyi knew that over the years, many brothers had not died on the battlefield, but died of various complications due to wound infection after the war. It would be great if Yao Qian was here.

"That day, Yun Zhao blackmailed a lot of herbs from Mengren. You can see if there are any herbs that can reduce fever and find them out. Yun Zhao is strong and should be fine. I remember that the last time he was in Yunjia Village, he also had a fever, which was much more powerful than now, so he survived it." Yan Xiaoyi said.

"Go quickly and go quickly." Yan Xiaoyi urged.

Not long after, Hao Ren and his friends had already brought a handful of dry herbs, "Xiao Yi, found it. This is the Buddha's little red lotus, which has the function of reducing fever. But, how can you feed Yun Zhao? He is unconscious now."

"How to feed it? Feed it if it's broken!" Yan Xiaoyi glared at the eyes, grabbed the hay, threw one and chewed it in his mouth. The herb was extremely bitter. Yan Xiaoyi frowned and chewed it desperately in his mouth.

The slight sob of the tent corner made Yan Xiaoyi turn his head. Seeing Yaerdan tied up in the corner of the wall, Yan Xiaoyi turned his eyes and pointed at Yaerdan, and said vaguely: "Drag that woman over to me."

The two horse bandits rushed over immediately, raised Yardan, and dragged it to Yan Xiaoyi.

"Unlock the rope for her." Yan Xiaoyi said.

Rubbing his sore arms, Yaldan looked at Yan Xiaoyi, "What do you want?"

Yan Xiaoyi sneered at the corner of his mouth, "I don't want to do anything. You stabbed the wound on Yun Zhao's chest. These days, you drove him out of the tent and was hit by the wind and frost. If it weren't for this, how could Yun Zhao fall ill with his physique? So of course you have to do something to make up for your mistakes."

"What do you want me to do?" In his heart, Yaerdan was unwilling to let Yun Zhao die like this. If he ran away, it would be best if a dangerous guy like Yun Zhao died. But since he was still in the other party's hands, he was his own protective umbrella, which could prevent him from facing a group of cruel guys like Yan Xiaoyi.

Yan Xiaoyi handed her the hay from the speed Buddha throne Xiaohonglian in her hand, "Feed Yun Zhao to eat it."

After taking the herb and looking at Yun Zhao who was unconscious, Yaerdan said suspiciously: "How can he eat this way?"

Yan Xiaoyi pointed to his mouth, "Fill it first, then feed it to him!" As he said, he bent down and pointed his mouth at Yun Zhao's mouth, indicating, "Do you understand?"

Yaldan's face suddenly turned red and threw the herbs to the ground, "Go to die!"

Yan Xiaoyi smiled and said, "You figure out something, what will happen to you if Yun Zhao dies? It's not as kind as Yun Zhao, and there are not so many concerns. I rape you first and then kill you, and then hang you naked on the flagpole, so that your Mongolian royal court will never be able to raise your head again. Hahaha, Hao Ren, what do you think, do you want to get a share? The princess who slept in the Mongolian royal court and was also a big girl who was as beautiful as a flower. It wouldn't be unfair to die, right?"

A bunker in the tent burst into laughter. Hao Ren glanced at Yan Xiaoyi and said with a smile: "That's good. I'm going to tell Xiaoyi that I, Hao Ren, is still a boy!"

Everyone laughed and fell.

Yaerdan was dissatisfied. Looking at the laughing bandits of horse bandits, his body trembled involuntarily, and his face was blue and white.

"Think clearly. If you haven't fed me yet when I come back, I'm not polite!" Yan Xiaoyi smiled and waved his hand, "Brothers, give this princess a little face, let's go out."

"It's so rude!" A group of horse bandits responded with a loud bang.

"Hao Ren, leave a few brothers outside this tent, don't let this princess play any tricks!"

A group of horse bandits came out in a row with laughter. In the tent, Yaerdan fell to the ground with tears in tears. He looked at Yun Zhao who was still unconscious and the slaying Yan Xiaoyi. After crying for a while, he slowly picked up the herbs on the ground, mechanically opened his mouth and chewed it hard in his mouth.

Outside the tent, Hao Ren looked at Yan Xiaoyi and smiled and said, "Xiaoyi, aren't you really trying to make this princess, are you?"

Yan Xiaoyi smiled and punched Hao Ren, "What are you saying? You Hao Ren is a virgin, but I am the same. If you want to sleep, we have to sleep with a girl in the Central Plains. This *** woman has a smell of sheep smell on her body, and I can't stand it."

A horse bandit smiled and said, "Brother Xiao Yi, you are wrong. This Mengren princess has a fragrant smell on her body, and she doesn't have any smell of sheep."

"Get out of here!" Yan Xiaoyi kicked, "This Yaerdan followed us for several days. He didn't take a shower, didn't apply makeup, and couldn't dress up. He still smelled fragrant. Just like us, he was still full of sweat, so it smelled so good!"

"Haha, it turns out that Brother Xiao Yi is scaring her!" Ma Fei laughed.

"Of course, Brother Yi never does this kind of thing. Think about it, if you guys, I will feed Yun Zhao with mouth to mouth, oh, oh, Yun Zhao wakes up and doesn't kick us with big feet. Besides, I can't stand the two men like this. Whoever is interested, will feed Yun Zhao yourself."

Several horse bandits laughed, "No interest, no interest, there is a ready-made woman, just so cheap Yun Zhao, hahaha!"

Yardan in the tent naturally couldn't hear the conversation outside. At this time, she had chewed a branch of herbs and turned into a ball with her saliva. She stood up and walked to Yun Zhao's side, slowly leaned down, aimed her cherry lips at Yun Zhao's big mouth, and slowly came up.

Four lips touched each other gently, and Yaldan shrank back like an electric shock. The blue and white face turned red in an instant. A heat flowed through his body instantly, shy and annoyed. He was both embarrassed and unwilling to accept it and suddenly surged into his heart. From childhood to adulthood, he had never kissed anyone except the dead Ama and his mother?

The sound of footsteps came from outside, and the voice of Yan Xiaoyi sounded again. Tears flowed down in Yaerdan's eyes. Without hesitation, he bent down and aimed at Yun Zhao's big mouth, and his four lips met.

Yun Zhao, who was unconscious, chewed his teeth tightly, and the medicine porridge was spinning between his lips and teeth, but he didn't go in. Yaerdan reached out and pinched the other person's teeth. Yun Zhao's mouth was already opened, and Yaerdan's tongue gently pressed the medicine porridge and sent it into Yun Zhao's mouth. (To be continued)
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