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Wen Xiang immediately put the empty treasure bag on the king: "My lord, hurry up to the valley to dig herbs, the more the better, you know? Hurry up, I'll wait for you here, please."

The king also seemed to understand the urgency of the situation, and it ran away as soon as it agreed.

Wen Xiang hurriedly cleaned up Taoist Wuwei's wounds. In fact, the other wounds were not too serious. The bad thing was that the wounds on his legs and back were stained with poison.

And the sword stuck in the chest, if you pull it out directly, it may not be able to stop the bleeding, but if you don't pull it out, it will be death if you delay, what should I do?
Wen Xiang was caught in a dilemma until Tweety fell on Taoist Wuwei's head, and it spat out a small branch: "Chirp."

"Tweety! What are you doing?"

Tweety pointed to Taoist Wuwei's mouth with her wings, and pushed the small branch towards Wenxiang.

Wen Xiang picked up the small branch and looked at it carefully, and was surprised to find that it was the broken branch of Tweety in the stream.

What does Tweety bring it here mean?
She looked at Tweety, and then at Taoist Wuwei, and suddenly felt blessed: "Tweety, do you mean to give this branch to the senior brother to eat?"

Tweety nodded.

Wen Xiang excitedly asked: "Can it be brought back to life?"

Tweety nodded and shook her head.

"Can you bring the dead back to life?"

Tweety ignored it, but insisted on pointing her wings at Taoist Wuwei's mouth.

Wen Xiang was ashamed: Well, now I can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

So what to do?She stared at Taoist Wuwei's mouth, and blushed inexplicably: Do you want to feed it with your mouth?
Wen Xiang bit her lower lip and thought about it for a while, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself: Idiot, brother is already in danger, why are you still thinking about what you have and what you don't?Just do it and you're done.

Just do it as soon as you say it, smell the fragrance and look around for no one, immediately correct your mentality, chew the branches carefully one by one, then forcefully suppress your blushing, and slowly feed it into Wuwei Taoist's mouth.

He fetched a water bottle again, and fed him water in small sips, making sure he swallowed all the "twigs of Tweety".

After she finished all this, the king also returned with a full load. It came back with a large bag of herbs. Except for Sanqi and Baiji, there were several herbs that Wenxiang didn't recognize, and even the kind of herbs that Wenxiang had eaten before. And the grass that pulls the stomach madly.

Wen Xiang twisted the special grass: "My lord, are you sure this grass can be used? If you eat it, you will have diarrhea!"

"Meow--" the king explained Datong, and then pointed to the wound on Taoist Wuwei's chest with his paw.

"Don't eat? Just apply it to the wound?"

"Meow." The king nodded.

Well, that kind of grass is really special, since the king brought it, there must be a reason for the king.

Wen Xiang fully trusted the natives, she crushed the medicinal herbs and paste them all on Taoist Wuwei's wounds, and then bandaged them with clean cloth strips.

As for the sword on the chest, it's better to draw it as soon as possible.

Wen Xiang reckoned that Tweety's branches should have started to work, so she held a large amount of medicinal paste in her left hand and began to slowly draw the sword with her right hand.

As soon as the sword tip came out, she immediately blocked the hole where the blood was gushing out with the medicine paste, and then tied it tightly with cloth strips.

After Wen Xiang bandaged Taoist Wuwei like a mummy, the sky had already darkened, and the temperature in the mountains dropped rapidly. As soon as the sun went down, there was a chilly feeling.

She used all her strength to carry Taoist Wuwei onto the bare frame, and then rushed to Tusun's thatched hut at the foot of Beishan Mountain.

This place is hidden, even the villagers don't come here often, it is suitable for avoiding the pursuit of the enemy.

Although he had nothing of value, Tusun, who had been away from home for a long time, still had a lock on the door, but the lock didn't work at all, and Wen Xiang kicked the dilapidated door open.

Although Tusun went to the city, he didn't take all his belongings with him, which is just in time to be used.

After setting up Taoist Wuwei, Wen Xiang boiled another big pot of rice porridge. Not only did he eat two big bowls, but he also tried his best to feed Taoist Wuwei two bowls.

It was only at this time that Wen Xiang had time to take care of herself:
A basin of well water was fetched, and the blood that had hardened all over his face and hands began to be wiped on the surface of the water. As he wiped, the clear water quickly turned into a basin of bloody water.

At this time, the horror and fear of the first murder finally emerged, and she suddenly vomited.

Dawang and Cui'er silently watched Wen Xiang and vomited wildly.

Wen Xiang not only vomited out all the rice cereal he ate just now, but also vomited until the jaundice water was finished, and finally fell to the side weakly.

The king got up, walked quietly to Wen Xiang's side and squatted down again, and it meowed a few times worriedly while rubbing its head against Wen Xiang.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Spit, spit, spit, get used to it, don't worry, I can handle it."

Wen Xiang raised a hand to stroke the king's head: She has done everything she can, and now she can only resign herself to fate.

When Taoist Songxue received Tweety's "Flying Pigeon Letter", it was already Xu time, he packed a large bag of "necessities" before the curfew, and sneaked out of the city overnight over the wall.

When Taoist Songxue rushed to Tusun Thatched Cottage and saw Taoist Wuwei wrapped in rice dumplings, his composure and composure fell apart in an instant.

Taoist Songxue roared furiously: "Who did it? Who the fuck has the guts to plot against my brother? Who is it?"

Wen Xiang was overwhelmed by this question, she didn't hear the conversation between Lu Duspeak and Taoist Wuwei, but she also recognized Lu Duspeak.

Hearing that Lu Dudao participated in the attack on them, Taoist Songxue's eyes almost popped out.

"What about them?"

"They're all dead, and their bodies are still lying in the col."

Taoist Songxue was dumbfounded, he quickly checked the condition of Taoist Wuwei's injuries, but because Wenxiang was wrapped too well, he had nothing to look at.

Considering that although Taoist Wuwei is dying, he won't die for a while, Taoist Songxue decided to clean up the mess first: "You stay here and watch your brother carefully, I will clean up the scene."

"Ah."

Taoist Songxue rushed to the "battlefield" to dig a pit and bury the corpse without stopping, and he didn't come back until midnight.

Today, Wen Xiang lived a thrilling and exhausted life, and at this moment, she was sleeping soundly next to Taoist Wuwei.

Taoist Songxue silently transferred Wen Xiang to the bed, and let her lie side by side with Taoist Wuwei, while he sat on the stool and watched the two of them in a daze, not knowing what they were thinking.

Then, from time to time, change the wet wipes on the forehead of the senior brother, wipe sweat and so on.

The next morning, Taoist Songxue was surprised to find that Taoist Wuwei's fever had subsided, his breathing was stable, and his complexion looked much better.

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