"You are injured!" Ziyun exclaimed, as she glanced at Ye Wuqiu's side crotch.

Ye Wuchou grinned his teeth and took a breath. Looking at the snow-white little hand covering the skin and flesh, he spoke helplessly: "The swords and swords are scattered here, and it is inevitable to get hurt. But you, if you care about me, don't touch that place."

Ziyun immediately reacted and retracted his hand with apologetic look.

"What should I do? You've shed a lot of blood."

In fact, this injury is not a big deal for Ye Wuchou. It was just that the sword cut the skin and went a little deeper, causing the current terrifying scene of skin blooming. But this can only be classified as skin trauma, and it is a blessing to have no damage to muscles and bones.

Ye Wuchou tore up his clothes, stroked it into a long strip, and tied up his wounds. He took care of himself, and suddenly felt a little strange. He raised his head and met Ziyun's eyes.

"Is this the injury you saved me?"

Ye Wuchou stared at the solemn autumn waves of purple clouds, and suddenly saw a strange meaning in it, just like the old friend who had been reunited for a long time, looking at each other, the width of time and the depth of life flowing. However, the atmosphere at this time can only be defined as similar, but in fact, it is a silent film with no foundation and capital to play vicissitudes. Ye Wuchou suddenly understood something, and this guess made him feel secretly happy, but at the same time he came with unprecedented upset.

But his heart was soft after all, and he did not have the courage to face the feeling of being at a firm attitude, and to implicate all emotions based on vagueness, which made him even more unreasonable to seek hardship.

"Gentlemanly demeanor is the norm in my life." Ye Wuchou said with a light and humorous tone.

Hearing it, Ziyun's solemn mood was relieved, and a slight smile naturally appeared on her face. She muttered, "You are not that annoying." Then she followed, "My sister's vision is not too bad!"

"Or it's not like we've never hated each other since we met." Ye Wuchou smiled heartily.

Ziyun waved his hand indifferently, as if throwing his heavy thoughts behind his head, stood up, and said to Ye Wuqiu: "I'll help you go, after all, I escaped the pursuit, and the enemy is not far from here, we have the possibility of being found at any time."

Ye Wuchou said with a brow, "We can't walk deep into the forest, we have to go back to the village!"

Ziyun raised her tone and asked, "Go back to the village?"

"The most dangerous and safest, and dark under the lights is the most common. The people in the village are hard to resolve the battle with the Nanhua Sect, and it is difficult to separate too much energy to take care of us, otherwise we will not be able to escape."

"Besides, Blue Dart Head and Honglian Girl are still in this village, and there is a place of trouble. They may encounter danger at any time."

Ziyun was stunned and a look rose on her face. Ye Wuchou couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing, or some other hidden emotions waiting for opportunities. The complexity of human nature is really difficult to be clear and harmonious in the eyes of the same kind, let alone Ye Wuchou thought he was grand and did not put the exploration and study of such knowledge in a good way.

"You are worried about your sister's safety."

Ye Wuchou smiled silently and said nothing.

The two of them were cautious all the way and sneaked back to the village. At this time, the moon was already in the middle of the sky, and the night was in Zhongyang, and the deep cold air filled the world. Ziyun couldn't help but sneeze when his nose twitched.

"Have you caught a cold?" Ye Wuchou sighed, looked up at the sky of the dark indigo, and sighed inwardly that the temperature difference between day and night was huge.

"It seems." Ziyun green jade fingers curled up and supported the tip of his nose.

"Then do you bring clothes?"

"There are all medicinal materials and utensils in the ring, and there is no clothing." Ziyun said depressedly.

"I have some clothes for myself here, don't dislike me." Ye Wuchou ignored Ziyun and leaned over to take a look at him. As the light shone, a set of black robes appeared neatly in Ye Wuchou's hands. He patted it gently and then draped it on Ziyun's slightly narrow shoulders.

Ziyun's shoulders froze slightly, and the fine red glow was like a storm, rippling beside her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes seemed to have wavy lights, reflecting a soft light that was unconventional but unavoidable.

The night is Wuqiu, the wind is light and clouds are light, as if you are doing something extremely ordinary, without the resonance caused by Ziyun’s desire in the other heart. You can understand the elegant meaning by practicing the wonderful song. This is the product of the common tacit understanding between both parties. If one party evacuates speechlessly, how can the story continue?

The purple clouds' eyes flashed, the candlelight swayed, and the dark moonlight disappeared. Under the purple clouds' drooping eyelids, emotions flowed into a gentle moonlight lake.

Ziyun knew that for a moment, Ye Wuqiumei became a painting, which was engraved on the rest of her life. At that moment, he was handsome and handsome, flew and leaped, half-held her slender waist with her agile hands, dancing in the sky, floating, and shaking clothes. The white moonlight shone on his majestic face, like a hero walking out of the poem. Behind him is the foil of swords and swords, his cheeks are lonely and thin, his eyes are like a sad song, and no matter how you smell it, it reveals a sad meaning.

Things are imaged by themselves, and each person is a floating secret realm. In your eyes, there is a person in a certain corner of the world that may have been unforgettable.

There are so many things in the world, grudges, love and hate.

Although everything is still in a hazy stage, those that have taken root will eventually bud and grow until they are towering!

"Ziyun, look." Ye Wuchou suddenly lowered his voice and reached out to point out a direction.

Ziyun shook off Wanduan's muddy thoughts and looked in the direction Ye Wuchou pointed out. Wherever he saw, his face was fading: "That's the eldest sister and the second sister!"

Ye Wuchou nodded solemnly.

A team of men and horses in black quietly passed through the alley, and two graceful figures in the middle of the team were supported to move forward, and their heads drooped weakly. These two people were Lan Ruyu and Honglian!

"What's going on? Why is there a team of people in the village? How did they do their elder sister and second sister?" Ziyun said anxiously.

Ye Wuchou's face was already gloomy as water condensation, and small ripples frowned between his frowning eyebrows. He held the restless Ziyun and said in his mind: "In our situation, we may be inferior to these people. If we want to save Lan Biaotou and Ziyun, we can only rely on others' power."

"Borrow the power of others?" Ziyun asked and repeated Ye Wuchou's words.

Ye Wuqiu glanced at Ziyun meaningfully, then glanced at the forest.

Ziyun immediately understood Ye Wuchou's meaning and nodded: "Okay, I'll go."

Just as he was about to get up, his shoulders suddenly sank, and Ziyun was suppressed by Ye Wuchou again.

"I'll go, after all, their target is mainly me."

"But you are injured."
Chapter completed!