thump!

A heavy sound of entering the water echoed in the night, and Jiang Moyi, who fell from the Cliff of Acacia, fell into the cold pond without any intention.

Fortunately, vines grew on the cliffs, and under layer by layer, the two of them survived the disaster.

Unfortunately, the juice on the vines was soaked in the blood, causing Feng Wuxin to faint.

Apart from some external injuries, Jiang Moyi had no side effects on him. On the contrary, Feng Wuxin was sleeping. If he hadn't breathed, he would be no different from the dead.

The bonfire burned with crackling sounds, and Jiang Moyi covered Feng Wuxin's body with his dried clothes.

All of this seems to be back to the scene when Fengming Mountain was born, but the person lying there is Feng Wuxin.

The moonlight shrouded under the cliff of lovesickness.

Jiang Moyi's eyes fell on Feng Wuxin's body, and his slender fingertips gently stroked the pale body covered with scars, gently, soft, afraid that if you use a little more effort, you will hurt Feng Wuxin.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Three hours passed.

Feng Wuxin didn't wake up all night, but instead felt so hot.

“Oh no, it’s burned.”

Jiang Moyi's eyes were filled with worry. Even if he was panicked, he forced himself to calm down at this time.

Recalling the steps when Feng Wuxin dealt with the burning.

Jiang Moyi, who was busy, came outside the cave to look for herbs, and finally found some herb leaves that cooled down in the pile of weeds.

Just as Jiang Moyi was trying to pick the herb leaves, a roar sounded, and a white tiger with eyes hanged into Jiang Moyi step by step, preparing to kill the prey in front of him.

Each man and a tiger stood at each other, and the white tiger looked at Jiang Moyi with sharp teeth, ready to swallow the delicacies in front of him.

Facing the huge, dangling white tiger, Jiang Moyi slowly added the leaves of herbs in his arms. At this time, the dangling white tiger also found the opportunity and jumped toward Jiang Moyi.

Just when the white tiger was trying to kill Jiang Moyi with one blow, the oncoming palm wind was like a sharp blade, and it knocked the huge white tiger to faint.

An animal is an animal after all. No matter how treacherous it is, it cannot be compared with humans. It is even more impossible to imagine that the human in front of him would kill a tiger with one blow, but that's the case.

After looking at the dying white tiger, Jiang Moyi took another knife and then took the food and herbs back to the cave.

Put the leaves of the herbs in your mouth and chew them. Jiang Moyi attached his body to his mouth and fed the bitter herbs into Feng Wuxin's mouth.

I have to say that the bitter taste of this medicine makes people frown. Even after rinsing my mouth several times, the unbearable bitterness still permeates my mouth.

Fortunately, Feng Wuxin's fever subsided, which made Jiang Moyi's worried heart fall.

From daytime to night, Feng Wuxin finally woke up, and his whole body was so painful that he could not be described in a few words.

The moment he opened his eyes, a faint moonlight illuminated in front of him, and Jiang Moyi's face appeared with it.

Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and a coldness appeared in her red eyes. Feng Wuxin recalled what happened after she fell from the cliff of Acacia.

"Mrs. Wake up."

"Don't touch me."

Feng Wuxin wanted to get up and retreat, but his legs were so painful that he couldn't stand up. Looking at the pain, the wound on his legs extended longitudinally, and the skin, which was already intertwined with scars, was even more ferocious.

"hiss"

Taking a breath of air conditioning, Feng Wuxin endured the pain of the wound.

"Mrs. My wife's legs were injured. I can tell her if she has anything to do."

Jiang Moyi brought the roasted tiger meat to Feng Wuxin. Feng Wuxin turned her head and ignored Jiang Moyi and examined the wounds on her body.

When they fell from the Acacia Jue Cliff, the two were blocked by vines one by one, otherwise they would have been torn to pieces long ago.

Now the wound is covered with vine juice. If you guess correctly, this vine should be a plant made by the desert people, which will cause her to feel paralyzed.

When leaving Wuji Mountain, Qingmo repeatedly told him not to drink alcohol, otherwise he would have symptoms of discomfort, and this feeling of paralysis is one of them.

"Although the husband's skills are not as skilled as a wife, the wife also needs to take a bite and replenish her energy."

Once again, Jiang Moyi fed the roasted food in his hand to Feng Wuxin's mouth, but Feng Wuxin still ignored Jiang Moyi's actions.

Seeing that Feng Wuxin still ignored him, Jiang Moyi smiled and fed another glass of water to Feng Wuxin's mouth.

"Mrs. Don't eat food, you have to drink some water."

Feng Wuxin, who lowered her head, still ignored Jiang Moyi and rebanded the wound on her leg.

A longitudinally extending wound from the outside of the thigh to the calf should have been injured by sharp stones when falling from the cliff.

Although the wound has been treated and all the gravels in the mouth have been removed, some anti-inflammatory herbs are still needed. Otherwise, the wound will become suppurated in this era.

With barely supporting her to stand up, Feng Wuxin jumped with one leg and wanted to leave the cave.

"What is the lady going to do?"

When Feng Wuxin got up and was about to leave, Jiang Moyi hugged Feng Wuxin in his arms. His behavior was like six years ago, someone always liked to hug the little woman like this.

For a moment, Jiang Moyi and Feng Wuxin were stunned.

"What I want to do has nothing to do with you."

Feng Wuxin struggled to jump out of Jiang Moyi's arms, but she was bound by her arms too hard, and now she was injured and couldn't break free.

"It doesn't matter?"

Jiang Moyi repeated the four words "Nothing to do with Feng Wuxin's mouth". A pair of phoenix eyes and a warm and angry look gradually emerged.

"There has been a husband and wife between husband and wife for a long time. Every inch of the wife's skin has been seen and tasted by husband. The wife actually thinks there is nothing to do with you and me."

Jiang Moyi talked about the relationship between the two without any hesitation, and held Feng Wuxin's hand and tried a little harder.

"You husband knows what your wife is thinking, but it doesn't matter. You husband has time to spend with your wife."

Until the day when Feng Wuxin let go of his hatred for him and his grudges.

Whether it's a day.

Still one year.

Still ten years.

Still a lifetime!

He would wait until the day when Feng Wuxin forgives him, and when Feng Wuxin accepts him again. Feng Wuxin, who was held in Jiang Moyi's arms, looked at the light reflected in the eyes of the phoenix, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. This smile was bitter, self-deprecating, and various emotions expressed in words.
Chapter completed!