The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 83 Shilan Barren Tomb ([-])

She was prepared to see the bloody back and other horrifying injuries.

But the reality was far beyond expectation.

Peeling off the clothes that were stuck to flesh and blood, underneath was light red new skin.

The newly grown granulation has completely covered the intact scapula spine. Even at this time, the wound is still growing and getting better at an incredible speed.

It's just that the new muscle fascia is a little thinner, and it will take some time to fully return to his previous muscular state.

If Wan Yanjing woke up later, Huo Xiang would probably have no chance to cry in front of her.

After letting go of her hand, Wanyan quietly rubbed the sticky substance on Huo Xiang's front clean clothes. She lowered her head slightly and looked at the man holding her knee, who was crying, with some doubts.

Maybe the inoculation given to herself was too strong. Now facing Huo Xiang's trembling and crying expression of pain, as well as the injury that seemed to have almost recovered, Wanyanjing felt something strange.

She recalled the situation when Huo Xiang was seriously injured and carried into Lin'an Hall not long ago. The injury at that time was countless times worse than now, and the wound could not heal for a long time because of the strange poison.

But Huo Xiang is like a monster, with amazing self-healing power. Within a week, he recovered from his bleak appearance without a human form to the pale and handsome King Xuan.

Now that they fell from a height, it would be fatal for ordinary people, but for Huo Xiang, it should be just drizzle.

Something poked at the front of his chest twice, and then a little snow-white head popped out.

Xiaxia opened her two bright little eyes and looked suspiciously at Huo Xiang, who was crying with runny nose and tears.

Huo Xiang was silent for a moment under the curious and inexplicably meaningful gaze, then sniffed as if nothing had happened and put away the small tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Where is your pain?"

"Does your back hurt?"

"Does your head hurt? Does your stomach hurt?"

Wanyanjing's doubts only lasted for a moment, and were replaced by unspeakable panic. She looked at him anxiously, asked a series of questions, tentatively touched his head, and then touched his chest and abdomen.

Although the injury has healed, there are still some invisible internal injuries. After all, the ferocious bloody clothes are not fake. Even if he has amazing recovery power, the injury will still hurt. It can even make Huo Xiang cry. Then It was really extremely painful.

"My...back is itchy and painful, but it's not that painful now. It was really painful when I first fell off. I thought I was going to die."

Huo Xiang's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes wandered.

Actually, it's not that painful.

Ever since he entered King Wuxuan's body, he has been in excellent condition every day.

If you poke your hand hard with a sharp knife, it will only leave a white scratch at most.

Even if it falls hundreds of meters and hits the ground, it will only damage the skin and not shake the bones.

But come to think of it, Wan Yanjing doesn't have this special function. If she really hits the ground with him, even if she is held by him, she will fall into a box under the huge impact, let alone greet him like she is now. .

It was no wonder that when he was about to land, he threw her in the opposite direction and used her as a human cushion underneath.

He consciously paid a lot to save Wanyan Jing's life, and he had to let her know.

But who can tell him why the goose is still there?

Forget it now, why are you still looking at him with that see-through look?

It hurts and itches...

I'm going to die... Huo Xiang's words echoed in Wanyanjing's confused mind, and she flipped through her package anxiously and irritably. She remembered that there was some ointment for trauma in the bag.

But her hands were weak and her head felt dizzy. She searched for a while but couldn't find it.

"What are you looking for? I'll help you find it." Huo Xiang sat up, took the night pearl from her hand, and helped her illuminate it.

"I'm looking for some ointment to heal your wounds." Wanyanjing murmured, suddenly feeling something was wrong. She looked at Huo Xiang, who seemed to be able to sit up without any serious problems, and realized with hindsight that he had just What did you say.

"You don't feel pain anymore? Did you lie to me just now?" Wan Yanjing was stunned and her eyes widened.

Huo Xiang immediately coughed twice and said weakly: "No... I'm not lying to you. It hurts and itches. I'll find the ointment myself. You look a little ugly. Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

Lied to her?
Wan Yanjing was a little stunned, and the copper bottle the size of an egg in her hand rolled to the ground.

In her impression, there was no concept of Huo Xiang deliberately committing misfortune.

In my memory, he was always very tolerant of pain.

He is always at the forefront on the battlefield because he has the best martial arts skills and amazing resilience. The more enemies he kills, the fewer casualties his soldiers will receive.

That's why I'm always scarred.

But even though he was bruised and bruised, he could calmly plan and strategize in the camp with a clear mind.

Even if the pain is severe, he just frowns, or holds back a cold sweat in a nightmare.

For a long time, Wan Yanjing admired him, although she didn't understand why Huo Xiang worked so hard, just like she didn't understand why Huo Xiang worked so hard for his unworthy cousin.

At some point, she was worried about him.

Just like the military wives of thousands of ordinary soldiers in military camps, when her husband goes out to fight, she will toss and turn and be too worried to sleep.

Will it hurt?

Will the injury be serious?
It's both anxious and a little sweet.

But the reality later slapped her hard, and the mental journey of worrying about Huo Xiang turned into an embarrassment that she didn't want to remember at all.

But now, she has made the same mistake again, and feels deeply for this liar who destroyed Daikin.

But Huo Xiang saved her just now...

Wanyanjing was confused and couldn't figure out her thoughts.

After amnesia, Huo Xiang is familiar yet strange, even more puzzling than before.

Huo Xiang rolled up his sleeves and put his relatively clean arm against Wanyan Jing's forehead.

"You have a fever."

He looked at her with concern, his eyes still wet from crying reflected her embarrassment and confusion.

Wanyan watched silently as Huo Xiang picked up the medicine bottle that fell on the ground, dug into her bag for a long time, took out another blue medicine bottle, and handed it to her lips.

"The pill for dispelling evil and dispersing cold should be used to cure colds... Come on, take one. It's better than nothing."

"You rest here first, and I'll go take a look around. It looks like an underground cave somewhere."

(End of this chapter)