After running for a while, Jing Liu gasped weakly. The soul-eating Gu in his body kept attacking. In addition, pulling Murong Li up the cliff made his breath unstable.
Sensing that he was panting, Murong Li looked at the distance he had run and breathed a sigh of relief.
With such a distance, that person shouldn't be able to catch up with them, right?
"Have a rest."
Murong Li's red lips parted slightly and she waved her little hands in her large robe, which looked very funny.
After saying that, Murong Li roughly took Jing Liu's hand and pushed him to the ground. Jing Liu's calm eyes kept staring at her head, which was still bleeding.
There were unnoticeable fluctuations hidden deep in his calm eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the small hand that was still holding his palm. His palm was stained bright red with blood.
It's her blood.
His other hand carefully opened her hand, turned her palm upward, and spread it out. Her palm was bloody and bloody, and he could see it all.
He pursed his lips lightly, took her hand with his well-jointed hands, and asked her to sit down together.
Murong Li did not refuse and sat down opposite Jing Liu.
Jing Liu's eyes swayed slightly, and he touched Murong Li's head with his palms. There was still bleeding there. She seemed to have taken a bath. Except for the blood on her forehead and palms, everything else was clean.
Jing Liu stretched out his hand and with all his strength, he tore off a strip of cloth from his sleeve.
The hand with clear bones and pale bones twisted the cloth, and the other hand was placed on Murong Li's face. He twisted the cloth and gently wiped the blood on Murong Li's forehead.
Murong Li hissed softly and narrowed her eyes in pain.
She couldn't help but feel contempt for herself. Before, she was so numb that she couldn't feel any pain. Now she was treated gently. However, after she gently wiped her forehead with a rag, she actually screamed out in pain.
Jing Liu's wiping movements paused slightly, an apology flashed in his eyes, "I'll try to be gentle."
The voice was faint, but it soothed Murong Li's restless heart. Murong Li stared at Jing Liu without blinking, his movements were extremely gentle, and his indifferent face showed a rare serious look.
His face was still so pale, and his lips were also pale and dry. His movements were indeed much gentler.