Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

It comes with great force.

At the critical moment.

Feng Ranhua quickly took out the sleeve crossbow and loaded five short arrows on it.

The hedgehog's blade was cold and broke through the wind and flew over Feng Qihua's head.

Feng Ranhua dodged sideways and then quickly leaped forward to avoid the desperate pounce of the hedgehog whose body was covered with steel blades.

He took aim and shot an arrow, which pierced the hedgehog's skin. Only a few drops of blood flowed out, and the hedgehog let out a short scream in anger.

Even the skin and flesh were unusually hard, and Feng Ranhua felt a deep headache.

"Shoot it in the eyes!" Little Book stuck his back out and shouted.

Feng Ranhua nodded slightly, jumped on tiptoe, landed on a nearby tree stump to gain leverage, then spun in the air. He pulled the trigger on the short crossbow in his hand, and fired three arrows, one of which pierced the hedgehog's eye.

"Ouch!" The hedgehog rolled on the ground in pain.

Feng Ranhua tasted the sweetness, pulled out a handful of short arrows, and shot five of them at once. Then, he activated his supernatural powers, and balls of fire followed one after another of the short arrows.

Slowly, more than a dozen hedgehogs that had come one after another fell down. After a burst of noisy howling, they gradually died out.

The air was filled with the aroma of burnt meat.

The hedgehogs that were charging in the distance stopped in their tracks, and when they saw their companions being burned to charred pieces, they stood there trembling in fear.

"Ahhh!" The hedgehog leader clenched his fists and roared at her, then turned around and cursed at the group of hedgehogs, "Ahhh, Aowuzhi..." The hedgehogs that had just been deflated immediately became energized, and every needle on their body stood up.

The hedgehog leader retracted his head into the needles all over his body and rolled towards Feng Ranhua.

Feng Ranhua looked solemnly at the dozens of steel thorns rolling towards him. The hedgehog leader was a wise man. Seeing that I was hitting the vital points, he knew to protect his eyes.

The hedgehog leader nimbly dodged the short arrow and rolled on the ground a few times, approaching Feng Ranhua.

At this time, she had only a few arrows left.

call--

The hedgehog leader rushed forward with a gust of wind, and in an instant, a sharp thorn pierced into the back of Feng Ranhua's arm.

Feng Ranhua's mouth twitched in pain, and blood spurted out from the wound on his arm.

Another dark shadow attacked from the right.

In an instant, Feng Ranhua stabbed the other hedgehog's eye through the gap with a backhanded dagger, and blood gushed out.

The trapped Feng Ranhua had been stabbed by six or seven steel swords.

We cannot fight for a long time, otherwise we will definitely lose. Feng Ranhua tiptoed and jumped onto a tree stump, using all his strength to activate the movement. A ball of fire quickly grew larger and the huge fireball hung in the air.

The hedgehog leader opened his eyes wide and called on the hedgehogs to climb the trees and attack.

Suddenly a huge fireball fell into the pile of hedgehogs, and dozens of hedgehogs howled.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Feng Ranhua flew to the nearby treetops, using all his wild strength and activating his supernatural powers to escape from the scene.

She stumbled to a stream and washed her face hastily. Then she heard a rumbling sound in the distance and an unknown huge animal came towards her.

"Little bastard, let's go back." Feng Ranhua's face suddenly changed. He didn't even bother to bandage his wound and said weakly.

Xiao Poshu nervously performed some magic spells, and soon the two disappeared. Feng Ranhua could see from the corner of her eye that a huge hippopotamus was coming, raising a cloud of dust ten feet high like billowing smoke.

In the bedroom with wind-dyed paintings.

Han Jinyan supported his chin with one hand. The cup of chrysanthemum tea beside him had already cooled down. He glanced at the dripping water clock and realized it was already late at night.

On the night of White Dew and Autumnal Equinox, it gets colder each night.

Hua'er disappeared for a day and a night, and anxiety was hanging over his heart like a dark cloud. During the day, he saw that Hegu and others were acting normal and just used the excuse that the young lady was away on a business trip to fool him.

suddenly

"call--"

A cool autumn breeze blew up from inside the house.

Han Jinyan stood up slowly, and the air around the whirlwind began to twist. Then a bloody smell came to his face, followed by a faint arrogant voice.

"Ahem, I'm finally back."

It's a painting.

"Are you hurt?" The expression in Han Jinyan's eyes suddenly changed, and he looked over anxiously.

Feng Qihua, who had just come out of the secret realm, was suddenly pulled into someone's arms before she could even stand. A pair of black and brown eyes suddenly zoomed in front of her.

A familiar smell, clear and mellow.

The vigilance and alertness disappeared from Feng Qihua's beautiful eyes, and she fell weakly into Han Jinyan's arms. She fainted because she had already overdrawn her supernatural powers.

Han Jinyan picked up Feng Ranhua horizontally and laid her flat on the couch. The watery moonlight shone through the window lattice onto her pale, weak and delicate body. There was not a trace of her usual arrogance, domineering and unruly aura.

He gently stroked her jade-like skin, took a deep breath, and carefully removed the broken armor on her body, revealing her blood-stained green clothes.

Then he carefully uncovered the wound bit by bit...

The little book stuck his head out, grabbed his pigtail and jumped up and down in madness, thinking that the man was a bastard. He didn't see that the evil woman's breath was weak, her supernatural powers were exhausted, and her body was stabbed with seven swords, bleeding all the way.

With his snail-like speed, and if he didn't give her some life-saving medicine, the evil girl would have lost half her life.

He snorted and turned back to the space, rummaged around, found a porcelain bottle and threw it out, and also threw out the medicine and bandages that the evil woman had stored.

Han Jinyan, who was concentrating on checking his wound, was startled by the objects falling one by one on the bed like rain.

The King of Han, who usually remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe, now looked panic-stricken. He stood guard in front of Hua'er, with a frosty look in his deep eyes.

A porcelain bottle suddenly opened automatically, and a fruit pill rolled out, with a medicinal aroma and ginseng fragrance.

Seeing that he didn't take any action, Xiao Poshu picked up a medicine bag and threw it at Han Jinyan's face.

Han Jinyan was stunned for a moment, and could not detect any human breath. He didn't know what it was, but there was a unique medicinal fragrance floating around.

He had no ill intentions and was still protecting the painting.

"Let me feed you the medicine?" Han Jinyan picked up the pill and asked into the void.

The little book kicked the porcelain vase in response.

Sure enough, after he fed the pill to Huaer, he immediately bandaged Huaer's wound. The unique medicinal fragrance accompanied the process of handing him the medicine bag.

A quarter of an hour after the wound was bandaged, the smell of medicine that was floating around in the room disappeared.

What Han Jinyan saw today was something he had never heard of before. Huaer was indeed not an ordinary person.

No, when fire started coming out of Huaer's body, he should have known that Huaer was not an ordinary person.

The unconscious Feng Ranhua slowly opened her eyes three days later, and saw Han Jinyan sleeping on the bed. Her thick eyelashes drooped in her eye sockets, casting shadows and making her facial features look more profound.

What a handsome and picturesque quiet exiled immortal.

"Oh, a beautiful woman's skin is really pleasing to the eyes." Feng Ranhua sighed lightly.

Han Jinyan's eyelids moved slightly, and after a breath, his breath disappeared, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Feng Ranhua wanted to turn over, which hurt the wound. She hissed unconsciously. Just as she was about to pull out her right hand, she found that Han Jinyan was holding it tightly in his palm.

A delicate man!

what.

I don't know when this guy started wearing a rose-shaped tiger-head jade ring on the middle finger of his right palm.