The four people in front approached Mu Bai and others. When they saw the faces of Mu Bai and others, they were also stunned. A tall purple-haired woman asked in surprise: "Is it you?"
Mu Bai looked at the woman. Her face was very pale, and she was obviously exhausted. The animal skin cloak on her body was stained with blood. It seemed that she had just experienced a battle. She was the one Mu Bai had met in the freshman competition.
Opponent, Luoyue.
The three blond young men next to Luoyue, judging from their equipment, one of them is a Tiangong master, with multiple bone-deep wounds on his body, his face is whiter than paper, and his injuries are very dangerous; the one beside him is heavily armed with a sword
The soldier was supporting him. This heavily armored swordsman was wearing a silver-white armor and carrying a two-meter heavy sword behind him. His injuries were quite minor. The other man was a magician and was hit by two thick arrows in his back.
The bleeding continued, but no vital parts were injured. The situation was better than that of the Tiangong master, who was being supported by Luoyue.
Mu Bai was surprised and asked: "How could you do this? Help them lie down quickly. Their injuries cannot be delayed any longer. I will treat them now."
Upon hearing this, Luoyue and the heavily armored swordsman hurriedly helped the two people beside them to lie down in front of the flames.
The heavily armored swordsman saw the dried biscuits that Mubai and the others were still on the ground, picked them up, swallowed one piece in one gulp, and distributed the other dried biscuits to Luoyue and the other three people beside him.
Luoyue looked at the dry biscuit in her hand and frowned slightly. Mubai had already taken a small bite of the dry biscuit, but she still ate it reluctantly. As a young lady, she had never eaten such crappy food before.
, because I was too hungry and had no choice.
Jian Wuhui and Huo Lang looked at Luoyue and the four others with blank expressions on their faces. They looked as if they had never had a full meal. Especially the Tiangong master, who was already seriously injured. After eating a small mouthful of dry biscuits,
He immediately coughed up blood in his mouth, but he swallowed it along with the dry biscuits.
Fire Wolf murmured: "How many days have they not eaten?"
Jian Wuhui shook his head slightly and put down the hand holding the sword hilt.
Mubai glanced at the shadow beside him, nodded slightly to her, and signaled the shadow to put away the weapon, then walked to Luoyue, squatted down and carefully inspected the wounds of the Tiangong master and the magician, looked at Luoyue,
He frowned and said, "Don't let them eat yet, as this will only aggravate the injury."