Legend of Yan Wu

Slowly, Han Mo's hand has touched Jintong's wound, and his blushing face became serious after seeing the wound. There was a hideous wound on his fair skin, and Han Mo couldn't help feeling numb when he saw it. .

"This monster is really ruthless." Han Mo said distressedly. He hesitated for a moment and grabbed the corner of his clothes from the wound with both hands. Han Mo almost spit out nosebleeds.

"Don't look at evil, don't look at evil!" Han Mo muttered, and his hands moved neatly. He took the wet clothes and wiped the wound, but because the wound was on the inner thigh, even though Han Mo had been extremely careful, it was unavoidable. There will also be friction between the skins, and every time he accidentally touches, Han Mo's heart trembles.

Han Mo dealt with it casually, sprinkled the powder on it, and then quickly wrapped it up, his chest heaving violently, as if he had done some strenuous exercise.

Speaking of which, Han Mo has never been in contact with any girl like this before, and this time it is also to save someone, otherwise he would not dare to borrow his courage.

"Huhu~" Han Mo let out a turbid breath, stared again, coughed twice, and looked at Jintong's chest. There was obviously a wound there, and it was already blood-stained.

"Let's deal with it when she wakes up." Han Mo said helplessly. If he handles it here, maybe what will happen. Although Han Mo is not lustful, but the nature of a man is here, if he does something on impulse, Jintong doesn't dislike being at a disadvantage, but he also dislikes it.

Han Mo simply sat cross-legged on a stone platform and began to practice. The time also passed minute by minute in Han Mo's meditation. After some time, Han Mo had retreated from the meditation. When he lay unconscious on the ground, an ominous premonition flashed in his heart.

Han Mo stepped forward to meet him, and skillfully grabbed Jintong's hand with his right hand. The index finger and middle finger were lightly placed on Jintong's wrist, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"Strange?" After a while, Han Mo opened his eyes in confusion, his brows full of doubts.

Han Mo seemed a little unbelieving, grabbed Jintong's other hand, and repeated the previous action again. After a long while, he was still a little puzzled and murmured: "How could the pulse fluctuate so much? How did she bear such a shock?" living?"

It turned out that Han Mo discovered that the vindictiveness and blood in Jintong's body were extremely violent at this time, and it was the kind that fluctuated from weak to strong, with extremely violent ups and downs. According to common sense, the human body cannot withstand such an impact, and the human body is extremely fragile. Of course, Han Mo's Yanwu physique is naturally excluded.

"Could it be that she also has some kind of rare physique?" Han Mo looked at Jintong lying on the ground in shock, and couldn't decide to pay attention for a while, his eyes fell on the wound on his chest again.

"This wound is still troublesome if it is not treated. If it becomes inflamed, it will ruin the physique and affect future cultivation." Han Mo began to struggle again. The wound here does not need to be on the arms and legs, but there is no need to take off his clothes. brought.

"It doesn't matter, it's important to save people." Han Mo gritted his teeth after thinking for a moment and said, as if he would really suffer the most in the future.

Han Mo was already shirtless at this time, the coat was covered by Jintong, and the clothes inside were also torn into rags for Jintong to bandage the wound.Picking up the rags on the ground, tearing them into long strips, and then covering his eyes, he walked over slowly with his keen senses after doing this.

Due to Han Mo's long-term cultivation and refining of the gods, his spiritual consciousness is much stronger than before. Now if he feels carefully, he can detect nearby things even without eyes.

"This is really going to offend me." Han Mo swallowed, gently grabbed Jin Tong's collar, and then groped to unbutton it. As soon as the button was unbuttoned, Han Mo smelled The smell of blood, followed by a faint fragrance, this is a fragrance that Han Mo has never smelled before, which makes Han Mo's nerves feel a little relieved.

Han Mo didn't pay attention to these, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to them. He picked up the wet clothes and gently wiped the wound. It may be because the wound on his chest was deep. When Han Mo touched it, Jin Tong's body suddenly trembled.

Although Han Mo knew it was subconscious, his forehead was still covered with cold sweat. If Jin Tong saw this, wouldn't he really want to kill himself? He was hunted down for so long just by looking at it from such a distance before , Han Mo could already imagine the consequences.

Han Mo just scrubbed it casually, took out some stolen goods, took out the powder, and slowly poured it on the wound. After finishing these, it was bound to be bandaged. Now Han Mo was entangled. How to bandage.

"It's annoying, what's wrong with watching it." Han Mo was always extremely irritable with his eyes covered. It has been replaced by red, which seems to be dripping water.

"Hoo hoo...how could I do this, shit." Han Mo slapped himself nervously, and soon reached the corner where he slapped, crossed his knees and meditated, his heart was extremely unstable now, the glance just now It made him feel suffocated.

There are two groups of white flesh piled on the white chest, even though there is an extra bloodstain on one side, it still can't hide its beauty, it's so beautiful that it makes people suffocate...

"Ah!" Han Mo suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long growl, and after a while he became much more awake.

"Damn, what's wrong with me?" Han Mo murmured extremely dissatisfied. He always thought that his concentration was already very good, but the scene just now left Han Mo extremely at a loss that he would lose his composure like this.

Han Mo sniffed lightly with his nose, his complexion suddenly changed, and he looked at Jintong suspiciously. This time, Han Mo didn't care about Jintong's chest, and looked directly at Jintong's chest.

"Could it be that smell?" Han Mo said puzzledly. He still didn't understand that his concentration was weak, and he wouldn't just go crazy when he saw such a scene, so he concluded that it was the smell on Jintong's body. the ghost.

"Damn it." Han Mo blocked his nose with the thing without even thinking about it. Sure enough, after he could not smell the smell, Han Mo woke up a lot. This made Han Mo curious again, what exactly was it emitting? scent?

Knowing the reason, Han Mo no longer hesitated, feeling that the clothes bandaged Jintong's wounds, and it was not a solution to always let these two Tuo out.

Although he knew that the smell was causing the trouble, Han Mo couldn't help but take a look, only his mother's eyes cast over, and the next moment, Han Mo was completely stunned.

"What are you doing?" Jintong woke up at some point, looked at Han Mo with murderous eyes, and said in a gloomy tone.

"That, no, you misunderstood, I was bandaging the wound for you." Han Mo hurriedly explained.

"Then what about your hand?" Jin Tong clenched her fist and said, her complexion also changed in anger.

Hearing this, Han Mo looked at his hand and found that his hand was still pressing on Jintong's chest. He withdrew his hand in embarrassment, coughed twice and said, "I'm really helping you with the wound, you're already in a coma For a long time."

"Old lady, I'll kill you~" Jintong flicked his right hand, and a long sword flashed out, and he was about to get up and fight Han Mo desperately.