Feng Wuyou has never feared death, but he never wants to see the death of the people around him.

I don’t know how many times she told the people around her that the most important thing is to save their lives.

But when facing the Divine Guard, can you save your life just by wanting to protect it?

That perverted tallness, power, speed, and even... is comparable to the power of the spiritual spring that is poisonous.

Even the wilderness man, Huijiu, could not bear the power of the spiritual spring of the Divine Guard, let alone those of them who came from Tianlan?

Feng Wuyou had mixed thoughts in her mind, but suddenly she noticed that Hui Jiu's hand tightened, and she hurriedly looked at it.

A large amount of blood suddenly gushed out of Huijiu's mouth, and the person couldn't help but fall into a coma again.

"Class leader! Class leader!"

The barbarians around him shouted in panic and tried to wake him up.

But it was obviously futile. Huijiu's eyes were closed and he looked like he could die at any time.

The barbarians were panicked. They all followed Huijiu. To be honest, in the Xuanniao tribe, their lives were much better than before. At least, the people here treated them as humans, unlike before, who were just slaves.

If Huijiu died, not only would they not be able to live like this again, but if they were captured by the Great Zhou tribe, what would be waiting for them would definitely be a very miserable thing.

The punishment for the Great Zhou Dynasty to punish the betrayers was that even when the iron stone people came, they would not be able to resist fear.

Seeing this, Feng Wuyou's heart suddenly jumped.

Huijiu was rescued by her by chance. Although she did not regard him as her confidant, she also gave him considerable trust.

She sent Huijiu back to the wilderness, and Huijiu did a very good job. Even just a few days ago, he appeared in front of her alive.

This young man is tall and strong. Because of his figure, sometimes people forget his age, and he is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Feng Wuyou never thought that such a young child would die.

At this moment, she shouted loudly: "Don't make noise! ​​Let's go away!"

He was so seriously injured that he surrounded so many people and even the air was not circulating.

These barbarians didn't want to save him, but they thought he didn't die fast enough.

Lu Yin and Ji Qing knew Feng Wuyou's style when treating people, and immediately directed people to push all the barbarians to Lian, and did not allow them to approach.

Feng Wuyou took out a willow-shaped scalpel from his body and stroked it directly on his wrist.

Blood immediately poured out, she pinched Huijiu's mouth and dripped her blood directly into it.

"elder sister!"

Ji Qing immediately called out.

What is Feng Wuyou doing?

Huijiu was injured by the power of the spiritual spring brought by the Divine Guard. What did Feng Wuyou feed her blood?

But immediately, he figured it out.

Feng Wuyou has no feelings for Lingquan and can even walk to the source of Lingquan, which shows that she and Lingquan are extremely compatible, and also shows that she is special.

She used the method of being intimate with Xiao Jinglan to cure Xiao Jinglan. At this time, it was impossible for her to use Huijiu.

Moreover, Hui Jiu was not unfit for the Lingquan, but was directly invaded by the Lingquan's power, and that method may not be useful.

Feng Wuyou is also a dead horse at this time. Maybe feeding some of her own blood will be useful to Huijiu.

The barbarians looked at Feng Wuyou's actions and calmed down one by one.

Their culture is still in a very ignorant state. In their opinion, Feng Wuyou's actions of feeding blood to Huijiu are the most correct way to treat it.

This Empress Yan even went to the source of the spiritual spring, which shows that she was a woman favored by the wilderness. Since this is the case, her blood might really be effective.

The blood kept dripping, and Feng Wuyou fed Hui Jiuzu for a while and looked like he had more than a hundred milliliters. Then someone suddenly reached out and wrapped her wrist with a cloth towel.

Feng Wuyou looked up and saw Xiao Jinglan's calm expression, his heart immediately stumbled.

This man has always hated her hurting herself the most.

"That..." "The medicine."

Xiao Jinglan reached out to Lu Yin for the medicine for injury, but he did not give Feng Wuyou a chance to speak.

Feng Wuyou had to shut up.

Xiao Jinglan gently and skillfully applied medicine to Feng Wuyoushen's mouth with long fingers, and wrapped it with a bandage.

"It's just a minor injury."

Feng Wuyou whispered.

She didn't do anything wrong, but when she looked at Xiao Jinglan, she always felt like she was wrong.

Xiao Jinglan glanced at her and nodded faintly.

"Aren't you angry?"

Feng Wuyou noticed that Xiao Jinglan didn't seem to blame her, so he quickly confirmed.

This man had awkward quarrel, but it was difficult to coax him.

Xiao Jinglan's eyes fell on her face, and Xiaoliang said: "Angry."

Ah... Feng Wuyou was depressed, he was still angry, she knew that he was extremely annoying about any of her injuries.

But this time, it was really a last resort.

The next second, Xiao Jinglan said in a faint voice: "If it is useful, it would be my blood."

After saying that, he put down Feng Wuyou's hand.

Feng Wuyou was stunned for a few seconds before he realized.

Xiao Jinglan means that if his blood is useful, he can cut his wrist to treat Huijiu instead?

So, he wasn't angry that she was injured, but he was angry that she was injured, but he had no choice?

For a moment, I felt that my heart was almost melted.

Why did she marry such a good man?

He took a step forward and directly pulled Xiao Jinglan's hand.

"do what?"

Xiao Jinglan frowned slightly, but he still looked unhappy.

"My husband is so nice."

Feng Wuyou has curved eyebrows and eyes.

Lord Yan Huang, no matter how you look at it, the more you like it, the more you look at it.

A hint of redness might appear in Xiao Jinglan's ears.

He can withstand all kinds of teasing, but sometimes, Feng Wuyou's praise can't help him.

He glared at Feng Wuyou: "Don't think that if you hurt yourself like this, just forget about it."

But Feng Wuyou was not afraid of him at this time, so he just pulled him to look back at Huijiu lying on the bed.

Her blood has been fed in. Whether it has any effect or not, it should be almost the result now.

I saw that after this time, Huijiu, who was originally as angry as a fucking spring, not only did not die, but his breathing became smoother, and even his face often returned, with a very light blood color.

Seeing this, Feng Wuyou hurriedly stepped forward and pressed Shang Huijiu's pulse again.

After the diagnosis, he turned to Xiao Jingtou and said in surprise: "It's really useful!"

The so-called power of the spiritual spring is something she didn't understand at all. She could only diagnose a toxin that was eroding Huijiu's body.

Her actions of feeding blood just now were just helpless attempts, but she did not expect that her blood would work like this.

She shouted at Lu Yin and quickly wrote a prescription, asking Lu Yin to decoct medicine according to the prescription. If there is anything missing, she would go to Ji Qing to find a solution.

Then, he stabbed several major acupoints on Huijiu's body to help stabilize his glimmer of vitality.

When everything was done, the silver needle was removed and the medicine on Lu Yin was also decocted.

Feng Wuyou asked Lu Yin to feed Huijiu the medicine, but he wiped his sweat and walked out of the room with Xiao Jinglan.

"You said, am I a mobile antidote now?"

Feng Wuyou said self-deprecatingly.

The method she came up with in desperation was actually effective for Huijiu.

Although this matter is certainly worthy of joy, there are more doubts.

What is the connection between Savage and her?

Why is she so well-fitting with the wilderness that she is not only unaffected by the Spirit Spring, but even her blood can save her life?

"Zinglan, you said, but what kind of demon moth did my father do?"

Feng Wuyou cannot help but think about this. Chu Xuan’s character of his daughter will never fall. He didn’t know how many pits he buried on Tianlan Continent, but Feng Wuyou stepped on them all without missing a single one.
To be continued...