It’s a good time to show off, but in fact, others will come to chase you by the shore. Even the riders along the shore you saw before might be killers.

Zhao Changhe did not dare to stay, so he pulled Cui Yuanyang to fly away. He rushed out of the road and saw the fields, so he ran straight into the ridge of the field. After a while, he slipped into a bush of woods, which was even more cumbersome than a rabbit.

There are no mountains... Fortunately, there are still many forests in the ancient world, and it is considered a bit of a cover. Others can't chase after the horses. There are terrain that can be used when chasing in, so you can take a break and take a break.

It was already dusk and sunset when I boarded the boat. The fierce battle crossed the river and fled. The sky was not even dark yet, which shows how short the time was.

But this was the most injured Zhao Changhe had been in the past. He was kicked before and was hit again under the water. Until now, he was still bleeding in his chest. His torn clothes were bright red, his face was pale, and his condition was extremely poor.

But after all, have you crossed the river, have you overcome the most troublesome hurdle?

Zhao Changhe leaned tiredly behind the tree and gasped hard: "This is fucking unscientific. Why can't his weapon be poisoned in water? Isn't he afraid of drinking poisonous water..."

Cui Yuanyang shook her head. She didn't know these tricks of the world, nor did Zhao Changhe have the mood to get to the bottom of it. Seeing that Zhao Changhe was bleeding and bandaging her, she always felt that she would lose too much blood if she continued like this, and she would die if she didn't need to be beaten...

She paused and said, "You are still thinking about this at this time... Also, if you have injuries on your body, you should talk less. Speaking will affect the wound. You are actually raising your breath and saying something will happen later..."

"Cough." Zhao Changhe coughed dryly: "You can do anything else. You must pretend to be a pussy. You don't understand this."

Cui Yuanyang: "..."

"Hey, what about the arrow I just said, can you name yourself Zilong in the future? My surname is Zhao."

"What and what! Have a good rest!" Cui Yuanyang stomped his feet in anger, and Zhao Changhe just laughed.

I really can't do anything to him, but I feel sorry for him now.

Thinking about the way he cut his flesh and poured wine just now, it hurts even if he watches, and his expression has not changed. Cui Yuanyang really feels that even the elders on the Tiandi and Earth List of the Family are incomparable to the bravery of this man, and they are simply not at the same level.

Is this the difference between bandits and wealthy families?

No, he is the only one in the world, Zhao Changhe.

He is in such a bad state now, he is injured to escort her... What can he do for him?

Cui Yuanyang bit his lower lip and thought for a while, then turned into the back of the tree.

Zhao Changhe didn't care about her movements. He was joking verbally, but he was actually using his skills to force the poison.

The medicine Cui Yuanyang just gave just suppressed the toxin and did not spread, and did not detoxify. But the advantage of having internal strength is that poison can be forced out. Everyone on TV can do it. If it doesn’t make sense, it won’t work. After all, Xia Ji Ba Literature should be considered a magic skill!

In fact, after careful examination, we can see that this toxin is not very powerful. At least it is not a blood-sealing throat. It is mainly due to corrosion and soft tendons. Therefore, the toxicity and permeability are also very average and easier to deal with. Under the urging of internal strength, the toxins in the blood can be seen slowly squeezed and discharged along the wound.

You can even feel that some of the toxins are directly dissolved by internal energy and have no effect at all.

It is basically possible to determine another characteristic of Xia Longyuan's martial arts: the poison resistance is very high, which is a blessing for future travel.

I always feel that my nature is getting more and more like the Nine Yang Divine Arts. Unfortunately, I cannot be a major in this technique at present. The so-called age disadvantage... Zhang Wuji has been using Wudang Nine Yang as a foundation since he was a child.

Forget it, I have no mind to think about these things for the time being.

The poison is discharged very smoothly, but Zhao Changhe's feeling of fatigue is getting stronger and stronger.

I was so strong that I felt the pain just now that I didn’t even feel too much. In fact, it wasn’t really a bad guy, but it was very related to the characteristics of the Blood Evil Technique. As we all know, many things can be ignored in the upper state. One of the characteristics of the Blood Evil Technique is that people enter this state.

But the same state of blood evil on the head was particularly prone to fatigue in the past, and he is very tired now.

Not only was I tired, but I had to hold on to the wound that seemed to be unhealthy, but now the pain began to come. I felt that the internal injury that was kicked was nothing serious, but now my lower abdomen is also sucking slightly.

After entering the water, I was wet and I never wiped my body. Now the humidity and coldness are beginning to invade.

All states are coming.

What's bad is that the painful negative effects of the Blood Evil Technique also begin to occur due to the high-intensity activate technique.

Can you endure this pain when you are in good condition, and when you are weak?

It seemed as if the accumulated debuffs all burst out in an instant. When Cui Yuanyang turned out from behind the tree, he saw Zhao Changhe, who was already like a god descending to earth in his mind, had fallen to the ground from his seat and curled up in a ball of groaning hard.

"Brother Zhao!" Cui Yuanyang hurried forward to help him: "How are you? I, I still have medicine..."

But when he looked down at Zhao Changhe's eyes, Cui Yuanyang was even more shocked. His eyes were bloody at some point, full of crazy and violent aura, as if he was about to pounce on him in the next second to tear her to pieces.

Zhao Changhe, who had a negative state in full burst, was almost unable to suppress the evil spirit of losing his mind for the first time. Or it could be said that he did not want to suppress it in his subconscious mind. When he was no longer awake, he might not suffer?

"You..." He maintained his last will and whispered in a difficult situation: " Stay away from me, the farther the better... Now I... are very dangerous..."

"Impossible!" Cui Yuanyang said anxiously: "You are in such a bad state now, and your wounds are still bleeding! How can I leave you alone!"

"It's not the question of whether you lose me or not... it's my martial arts that may lead to losing my mind. I can't control it... It's not me at that time... Stay away, hurry up... Uh..."

Cui Yuanyang suddenly reached out and pointed at Zhao Changhe's acupoint, blocking all his remaining words.

"I really think Yangyang is stupid!" Cui Yuanyang muttered: "Now I'm burning my brain. Can't even think of me being able to tick acupoints?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Cui Yuanyang bit his lower lip and began to take off Zhao Changhe's torn clothes.

Zhao Changhe: "?"

His rational and chaotic state was almost scared to wake up. What are you doing!

The little white rabbit worked hard to peel off the big black bear's clothes, blushed again, and took out a red silk strip of cloth.

When Zhao Changhe saw the mandarin ducks on the cloth strip, the people of Zhao Changhe were stunned.

Isn't this your bellyband?

Cui Yuanyang glanced at him, and didn't know whether it was anger or resentment in his eyes. He lowered his head and felt shy. He sprinkled some medicine powder on Zhao Changhe's wound, and then carefully wrapped the bandage made of his bellyband.

This may be the only thing you can find right now that you can make bandages.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Cui Yuanyang cleaned his clothes again, gently wiped the sweat that overflowed from his forehead because of enduring pain, and said softly: "You don't have to carry everything yourself... Yangyang is not a little fool who can only drag his legs."

Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth.

It's true that you can row at least...the cooperation is good, and you can just throw the rope if you want to swing it, and it's just a neat.

Actually, this girl has potential.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you." Cui Yuanyang selected some medicines and stuffed them into Zhao Changhe's mouth: "I don't know how to solve the disadvantages brought by your blood evil skills... These are medicines to restore vitality and replenish qi and blood. If you take it and take a good rest for a while, you should be much better..."

As he said that, he scratched his head again: "I'm not sure, I guess. Will it be weak and unrestrained?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

I also felt that there was aphrodisiac in these medicines... In fact, you can first remove my mute acupoint, really.

Forget it, try the internal energy rushing point.

The sky finally turned completely dark, and the forest was pitch black. Cui Yuanyang felt a little guilty, and the pillar of the sky that he relied most on fell. It was dark and windy tonight, and it was terrible to see how it was around him. But even though he knew that there were people looking for him around, he didn't dare to light the fire.

Forget it, go find some water for Brother Zhao to drink first.

Cui Yuanyang turned his head and was about to leave. With a "Oh", he hooked to the roots of a tree on the ground and threw a rabbit into chewing mud.

The rabbit's ears fell forward, Cui Yuanyang lay on the ground in a large shape, crying, and his little emotion that forced himself to take care of people suddenly collapsed.

They are all three levels of the entrance hall, and Yangyang is really useless.

I shouldn't have let him walk on the thorny road, and go with him to see how misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

A vague voice came from outside: "You go to that direction to see! Zhao Changhe is injured and must not be able to run far!"

People finally came here!

Cui Yuanyang suddenly bounced up and rushed over to try to carry Zhao Changhe and run away, but Zhao Changhe was unexpectedly heavy and she couldn't carry it for a while.
Chapter completed!