My ex-husband tricked me into the world of beasts. What's wrong with my stamp collecting?

The next day, Long Zhenzhen woke up and saw Feng Yan's handsome face with a slightly tired look.

His narrow and long eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing was shallow, obviously he was not sleeping deeply; there was a dark spot under his eye, and there was undried moisture on his hair.

Long Zhenzhen stopped getting up. The beast cave was now silent. Apart from the sound of the waterfall outside, there were only the sounds of her and Feng Yan's breathing. Yuan Mo seemed to have gone out.

Feng Yan was clean, obviously knowing that she liked cleanliness, he had taken a shower before coming back.

Long Zhenzhen has a keen sense of smell and easily detected the faint smell of blood.

Feng Yan was injured?

She didn't care about waking him up. She gently kissed the red lips that were so close to her, then sat up and began to check Feng Yan's body.

There were several scars of varying sizes on Feng Yan's body. The smaller ones had already scabbed over, and only the mark on his leg looked horrifying.

The wound on his calf had peeled back, and the area around it was swollen and purple. I don't know if it was from the rain or the shower, but the wound had become festered due to water.

Seeing that Feng Yan remembered to hang his injured leg outside the stone bed even when he was sleeping, Long Zhenzhen felt sad.

As soon as she moved, Feng Yan woke up naturally.

He sat up smoothly, picked up the little female and placed her on his thigh, hiding the wound at an angle where Long Zhenzhen couldn't see it.

"Zhenzhen, are you awake? Have you missed me these days?"

The voice was clear but gentle and tender. As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait for a response and kissed the lips he had been thinking about for more than ten days.

Long Zhenzhen sighed inwardly, feeling a little distressed. Without much hesitation, she took the initiative to deepen the kiss...

After a moment, she pushed the panting Feng Yan away with difficulty, pinched his face instead, and said with some dissatisfaction: "How did you get hurt? You can't hide it from me. Let me take a closer look."

Little Phoenix has fair and flawless skin and cannot be left with scars.

Feng Yan turned his head away in shame, his voice muffled: "It's just a minor injury, it will be healed in a few days, don't look at it."

Long Zhenzhen turned his face back and bit his lips as punishment.

"You must see it, dear!"

She stepped out of Feng Yan's arms and sat beside him, her eyes filled with a determination that could not be refused.

Feng Yan had no choice but to lift up the injured area and expose it to the eyes of the little female.

Long Zhenzhen took a closer look and found that these were neither scratches nor bite marks. Logically speaking, Feng Yan had reached the third level, so it should be no problem for him to ensure his own safety when walking outside.

But this deep mark was so deep that the skin and flesh were torn, and it looked like it was caused by an extremely thick barbed whip.

Could it be that Feng Yan encountered some powerful python this time?

It is almost impossible for a wound of this severity to heal on its own.

Even if Feng Yan could absorb spiritual energy through cultivation to nourish himself, and his injuries could slowly heal with the nourishment of spiritual power, it would still take at least ten days to half a month.

The elixirs in his space had long since become ineffective or used up, leaving no stock left.

Fortunately, there are still some spiritual herbs for healing, but in the last days of the ancestral star, the spiritual herbs that can be found are not very old.

Long Zhenzhen jumped off the stone bed and was about to find some clean animal skins and pound a magical medicine to bandage Feng Yan. At this time, Yuan Mo strode in from outside the cave.

He had obviously been running around, and his back was covered with beads of sweat.

Yuan Mo was holding a bundle of green grass stems in his hands. Feng Yan recognized them as the velvet thorn grass that orcs often use to stop bleeding. It turned out that the gibbon had just handed the little female to him and went out to look for velvet thorn grass.

The velvet grass around the Ulan tribe had long been plundered until there was very little left. To get such a large bundle, the gibbon must have run a very long way.

Feng Yan lowered his head, hiding the emotions in his eyes...

"Mo, did you find the medicine?" the little female voice sounded surprised.

Long Zhenzhen went forward to check it out. She wondered how effective the hemostatic herbs from the beast world were. She only had two plants of fairy thistle in her own space, and was afraid that they might not be enough.

Her tender white little hand was held by Yuan Mo's big hand, "There are thorns, it hurts!"

Long Zhenzhen listened to the advice, she retracted her hand and waited for Yuan Mo to hold the grass in his hand in front of her.

After a careful comparison, Long Zhenzhen discovered that this was the beast world version of the fairy thistle, except that it was larger than the one in her own space, and the thorns on the grass stems were thicker and each root was clearly visible.

Although the spiritual energy is a little thinner, it’s okay to make up for the lack of quality with quantity!

Now there is no need to worry about not having enough medicine for Feng Yan’s injuries.

Watching Yuan Mo turn around to pound the herbs, Long Zhenzhen thought for a moment and dug out a pair of unworn cotton pajamas from her space. Although the skin was brittle, it was far superior to animal hides for bandaging wounds.

She casually took out a piece of fairy thistle and threw it into Yuan Mo's stone mortar, watching the green medicinal juice being squeezed out bit by bit.

When bandaging, Yuan Mo didn't let Long Zhenzhen do it herself.

She just stood by and instructed how to tear out the appropriate gauze strips, and watched Yuan Mo skillfully apply medicine to all the wounds on Feng Yan's body.

Feng Yan had returned early this morning, having made a fruitful hunting trip. Feng Yan had made a significant contribution, earning him a generous share of the prey, but he would have to wait until the tribe leader had distributed the spoils during the day before receiving his portion.

Yuan Mo didn't say anything and started preparing breakfast for the three beasts.

When he went out to look for herbs today, he brought back a few flat-mouthed beasts that Zhenzhen loved to eat. He cleaned them and roasted them by the fire.

Long Zhenzhen took out another bag of eggs, but unfortunately there was no cheese left, so she had to simply sprinkle salt on them and grill them.

The three beasts sat around the fire. Long Zhenzhen counted the wounds on Feng Yan's body and finally had time to ask him how he got injured. The one on his leg was especially obvious, as it was a fresh injury and the most serious.

Logically speaking, the closer you get to the tribe on the return journey, the less danger there should be. How come Feng Yan got injured when he was about to reach home?