Everyone was stunned, but Bai Jin said, "don''t worry, my master has excellent Jinchuang medicine." With that, he squatted back to the ground and continued to play with the stones. He didn''t look as timid as a mouse when the bandits came.


    Shen six took the bottle of medicine given by three, looked at three and asked silently: what should I do?


    Three saw an eye Shen six, master son of affair, he how know. He bent down to pick up the deer and said to Shen Liu, "I''ll deal with this. Take him and put up the fire rack." Then he pointed to the white force with his chin.


    Hearing the sound, stone ran over and said to three, "brother three, I''ll go with you. I want to learn. In the future, if I go out to hunt wild animals, I will know what to do. "


    "Well, let''s go." Third, I didn''t expect that this little guy was not the kind of nerd he saw on the surface. He was even interested in practicing martial arts and hunting.


    Bai Jin is pulled up by Shen Liu. Shen Liu says impatiently, "my girl''s family rule is, don''t work, don''t eat. Do you like to go or not?"


    Forget it. Let''s listen to this. Picking up firewood is the easiest thing in this. It''s better than letting him peel those animals. He''s bloody. He doesn''t dare.


    Let''s talk about Shen Qing. She was carried into the carriage by Mo Huan and put on the soft blanket. I leaned weakly against the wall of the car. I was hungry. I had another fight just now, but now I''m losing too much blood. Do you want to carry it like this!


    Watching Mo Huan take out a dark blue exquisite porcelain bottle from the dark grid of the car wall, with a red soft plug on it. This bottle looks familiar. Where have you seen it? By the way, in previous lives, when watching TV dramas and poisoning people in gongdou, they all used such small bottles.


    Looking at Mo Huan''s serious look, she came over with a small bottle. She suddenly shivered.


    Coming, coming, coming closer! Shen Qing doesn''t know what her nerves are, but she frightens herself like this. He swallowed his saliva and asked Mo Huan nervously in a dry voice, "are you sure this is Jinchuang medicine, not poison?"


    Mo Huan is a Leng at first, then evil spirit a smile, narrow eyes, pick a corner of mouth to say: "you think much."


    Yes, I think too much. Why does he want to hurt himself? He has no reason. All murderers have motives to kill, which are nothing but entanglement, revenge, aimless and passion. I have no grudge against him, and I call myself brother. I don''t have any entanglement, and I don''t need revenge. He doesn''t like to kill people aimlessly. It''s a kind of emotional catharsis. He is the son of King Rui. If he has emotional catharsis, it''s not his turn. The last one is passionate killing. Now I''m calm with him. There''s no quarrel, no bickering, even more impossible.


    I think too much. It seems that I know how to cherish my life even after I''ve died. I can imagine so many things when I see a small bottle.


    Mo Huan sat next to her and waited for her to be distracted. Seeing her recover, he said with a smile, "I believe it''s not poison?"


    Shen Qing was seen through the mind, and felt that he did not know a good heart, a red face, gently nodded.


    Put the vase on the tea table. Mo Huan takes Shen Qing''s left hand away and covers her arm. The sleeve of the right arm was cut with a knife, and it was dark red with blood. The color in the middle of the mouth is the darkest. Now it''s a little dry, and occasionally there''s a little blood coming out.


    Mo Huan saw straight frown, this wench Mantis arm when the car, also didn''t block so, that mountain bandit if the strength is a little bit bigger, this arm is afraid to waste.


    But think about the situation at that time, brother Xuan would have done the same thing if it was himself.


    "Take off your clothes and I''ll give you medicine." Mo Huan only thought about her injury, and his words blurted out without thinking.


    Shen Qing stared at Mo Huan in amazement. After a long time, she said, "you really treat me as a man!"


    Mo Huan was roared back by Shen Qing. His pretty face was red. He turned his head and coughed to ease his embarrassment. He said in a deep voice: "your wound is so high. How can you wipe medicine without taking off your clothes. "


    Shen Qing looked at the evil red face, angry and funny. Is he too simple or is he too dirty? It''s definitely not myself. How can a teenage girl take off her clothes in front of a man!


    "Don''t you believe that you go out without a brain! Take the scissors and cut off the sleeves. It''s not necessary to take off your clothes! " Shen Qing angrily reminds Shen Huan how to do it.


    She learned in her previous life when she attended the first aid training. When she encountered this kind of trauma, she could not take off her clothes directly, which was not only a waste of time, but also a secondary injury to the injured area. The most direct and effective way is to cut off the clothes and deal with them directly. Even in hospital emergency, doctors do the same. The ancients thought is really pedantic, do not know flexible!


    When Mo Huan thought about it, he thought it was feasible. He turned over in the car and said with empty hands, "I don''t have that thing. It''s for women. Can I use a dagger?"


    Then he took out a delicate knife with sheath from the dark grid.


    The dagger is not big. It''s only a little longer than Mo Huan''s palm. It''s estimated that it''s one and a half as long as his own. The scabbard and the sword are both bluish black, with jewels inlaid on them. If you look closely, it should be colored tourmaline.


    Mo Huan''s thumb pushed lightly, or other fingers pressed some mechanism, and the scabbard fell to the ground easily, revealing the green and shining blade.The body of the knife points at herself. Shen Qing''s heart is tight again. It''s poison and weapon. I can''t blame myself for thinking too much.


    Mo Huan gently raised the upper end of Shen Qing''s right sleeve with his left hand, where he could not touch the wound, but still stained with a lot of blood. Right hand with a knife, bit by bit to cut down. Every time the dagger touches the clothes, it will be cut off. This is a good knife. It can either blow the hair or cut the iron like mud.


    Don''t look at the Dao, just stare at Mo Huan''s action. It seems that he is not very skillful in his movements. Later, he accidentally cuts himself. His good knife is much more powerful than the mountain bandit''s. He doesn''t want to be cut again.


    The clothes hissed slightly as he cut them. Looking at Mo Huan''s clumsy appearance, and seeing the sweat on his forehead, Shen Qing was even more worried. Is he OK? Don''t be a mouse yourself.


    But looking at his serious appearance, Shen Qing is more at ease than worried. He seems to be more nervous than himself, for fear that he will hurt if he moves too much.


    Because the blood soaked sleeves are exposed to cold air for a long time, they are cold and hard. When cutting sleeves, it is inevitable to touch the wound. Under the guidance of Shen Qing, Mo Huan worked hard for a long time to cut the upper sleeve horizontally and vertically, and finally took the sleeve cloth off her arm, revealing a big blood hole half a foot long.