shock!After the abandoned concubine cheated on God of War, she just wanted to farm

Chapter 105
The coming is ferocious.

In the nick of time.

Feng Ranhua quickly took out the sleeve crossbow arrows and pressed five short arrows.

The hedgehog's blade was cold, and Po Feng threw himself on top of Feng Qihua's head.

Feng Ranhua dodged sideways, and then quickly jumped forward, dodging the hedgehog covered with steel knives all over his body.

Aiming, an arrow shot out, piercing the hedgehog's skin, only a few blood beads flowed out, and the hedgehog let out a short scream angrily.

Even the skin and flesh were extremely hard, and Feng Ranhua felt a headache.

"Shoot it in the eye!" Little Po Shu stuck out his back and shouted.

Feng Ranhua nodded slightly, jumped with his feet, landed on the nearby tree stump to borrow strength, and then circled in mid-air. With a short trigger in his hand, he fired three arrows, one of which pierced the hedgehog's eye clear.

"Aww!" The hedgehog rolled on the ground in pain.

Feng Ranhua tasted the sweetness, took out a handful of short arrows, and fired five at a time, and then activated the ability, one short arrow after another was followed by balls of flames.

Slowly, a dozen or so hedgehogs had already fallen down, and after a burst of howling, they gradually became lifeless.

The air is still filled with the smell of burnt meat.

The hedgehogs rushing in the distance stopped, seeing their companions burnt to charred flesh, they rushed to the spot and shivered.

"Alas!" Hedgehog's head collapsed, pinched her fist and roared at her, turned her head to a group of hedgehogs "嗷, squeak ..." A scolding, the hedgehog who had just leaked immediately hit the chicken blood, body The needles pricked each other.

The hedgehog leader withdrew his head inwards from the needles all over his body, and rolled all the way towards the wind-dyed painting.

Feng Ranhua stared solemnly at the dozens of steel thorns rolling in. The leader of the hedgehog is a wise man.

The hedgehog leader dexterously dodged the short arrows, rolled a few times on the ground, and approached Fengranhua.

At this time, her short arrows were running out.

call--

The hedgehog's head was wrapped in a gust of wind and slammed into it. In an instant, a sharp thorn pierced into the back of Feng Ranhua's arm.

Feng Ranhua twitched the corners of his mouth in pain, and blood gushed from the wound on his arm.

Another black shadow came from the right.

In an instant, Feng Ranhua pierced another hedgehog's eye through the gap with a backhand dagger, and blood poured out.

The besieged Fengranhua has been stabbed six or seven times.

You can't fight for a long time, and you will lose if you fight for a long time. Feng Ranhua raised his toes, jumped on a tree stump, and urged the movement with all his strength. A ball of fire quickly became bigger, and the huge fireball was suspended in the air.

The leader of the hedgehog opened his eyes wide, calling for the hedgehogs to climb the tree and attack.

A huge fireball suddenly fell on the hedgehog pile, and dozens of hedgehogs howled.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Fengranhua plundered towards the canopy of the tree next to it, and resorted to wild power to escape from the scene with its supernatural power.

Stumbling to the edge of a stream, she washed her face indiscriminately, and then heard a rumbling sound from a distance, and an unknown huge animal was coming towards her.

"Little Poshu, let's go back." Feng Ranhua's face changed suddenly, he didn't care about bandaging the wound, and he said weakly.

Xiao Poshu pinched the formula with a nervous expression, and after a while, the two disappeared, and from the corner of the wind dyeing painting, he could see a huge hippopotamus stepping forward, rolling up dust ten feet high like billowing smoke.

In the wind-dyed painting bedroom.

Han Jinyan supported his chest with one hand, the cup of chrysanthemum tea in his hand had already cooled down, he looked at the drip, it was already late at night.

Bailu autumnal equinox night, a cold night.

Hua'er disappeared for a day and a night, anxiety lingered in his heart like a dark cloud, during the day, he saw that Gu He and the others were normal, and they only used the excuse that the young lady was away from home to prevaricate him.

suddenly
"call--"

A chilly autumn wind blew up from the house.

Han Jin stood up stiffly, and slowly the air around the whirlwind was twisting, and then a bloody smell came to his face, followed by a faint arrogant sound.

"Ahem, my mother is finally back."

It's a painting.

"Are you injured?" The expression in Han Jinyan's eyes changed suddenly, and he flew over eagerly.

Feng Qihua, who had just left the secret realm, was suddenly pulled into her arms without standing still, a pair of translucent eyes that were brownish in black suddenly magnified in front of her eyes,
Familiar taste, clear and gloomy.

The vigilance in Feng Qihua's beautiful eyes dissipated, and she fell limply into Han Jinyan's arms. She passed out after using her abilities already overdrawn.

Han Jinyan picked up the wind-dyed painting horizontally and laid it flat on the soft couch. The light of the moon was shining through the window lattice on his pale and delicate body. He didn't have the slightest bit of arrogance, domineering and unruly aura in his daily life.

He caressed Ruyu's skin, took a deep breath, and carefully removed the broken armor on her body, revealing the blood-stained green clothes.

And carefully uncovered the clothes on the wound bit by bit...

Little Po Shu poked his head out, grabbed the sky braids and jumped around madly, the dog led the man, but he didn't see the vicious woman with a weak breath, exhausted the supernatural powers in her body, and had seven knives pierced on her body, bleeding all the way.

With his slow speed, and without some life-threatening medicine, the wicked woman will definitely die.

He turned back to the space with a snort, rummaged around, found a porcelain bottle and threw it out, and threw out the wound medicine and bandages that the villain had kept.

Han Jinyan, who was holding his breath and concentrating on examining the wound, was startled and startled by the things falling on the bed one by one like rain.

Han Wang, who had always been in front of the Taishan collapse and remained unchanged, now had a panicked face, and stood in front of Hua'er, frost in his deep eyes.

A porcelain bottle suddenly opened automatically, and a fruit pill rolled out, filled with medicinal and ginseng gas.

Seeing that he hadn't moved yet, Xiao Poshu picked up a medicine bag and threw it at Han Jinyan's face.

Han Jinyan was stunned for a moment, but there was no human breath, and he didn't know what it was, but there was a unique medicinal fragrance swaying around.

There is no malice, and she is still protecting the painting.

"Let me feed the medicine?" Han Jinyan picked up the pill and asked towards the void.

Little Po Shu kicked the porcelain vase in response.

Sure enough, after he fed Hua'er the pills, he continued to bandage Hua'er's wound non-stop. This unique medicinal fragrance was also matched with the medicine bag.

A quarter of an hour after the wound was bandaged, the scent of medicine that was everywhere in the room disappeared.

What Han Jinyan saw today was something that Han Jinyan had never heard of, and Hua'er was indeed extraordinary.

No, when Hua'er gets angry, he should know that Hua'er is extraordinary.

Fengranhua, who was in a coma, slowly opened his eyes three days later, and saw Han Jinyan who was leaning against the bed and already asleep, with thick eyelashes hanging down the eye sockets, casting a shadow, making his facial features even more profound.

What a beautiful and picturesque quiet banished fairy.

"Hey, beauty skin is just pleasing to the eye." Feng Ranhua sighed softly.

Han Jinyan's eyelids moved slightly, and after a breath, the breath disappeared, as if in a deep sleep.

Feng Ranhua wanted to turn his body and touch the wound, hissed unconsciously, and was just about to pull out his right hand, only to find that Han Jinyan was holding it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Delicate man!
what.

On the middle finger of this guy's right palm, he did not know when he wore a tiger-headed jade plate finger.

(End of this chapter)