Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

Feng Xili held the medicine box and glared at him coldly.

Someone shrank back, hesitated and dragged his feet, fiddling with his clothes for a long time without being able to untie them.

She gritted her teeth and said anxiously, "Mu Lanxun!!"

His fingers froze, and he looked at her pitifully, "My hand hurts..."

Feng Xili knew that this person was pretending to be weak, but her heart still ached, "...Come here."

The man twitched his lips and said to her with a smile: "Xi'er, take a nap. This little injury is for me..."

Under the familiar stare, he suddenly fell speechless, closed his eyes and let the hands lift up his clothes.

Even though she had prepared herself mentally for a long time, Feng Xili still felt dizzy when she saw the bandages around her waist and abdomen stained red, and she almost dropped the medicine box in her hand.

She bit her lower lip tightly and began to remove the bandage without saying a word. The wet and strong smell of blood filled the entire carriage in the blink of an eye.

But her hands were steady and deft, and she methodically handled the dirty bandages and cleaned the hideous wound on his waist. The wound was deep, the flesh was turned outward, and the edges were purple, showing signs of infection.

With cold sweat on her forehead, she carefully cleaned the wound, applied medicine, then took out the needle and thread and looked up at him.

The man with cold sweat on his forehead had his eyes fixed on her face. He didn't pay any attention to her actions, or perhaps he didn't mind at all.

"It's okay, it just hurts a little."

He reached out and pinched her chin, gently pulling out her tightly bitten lower lip.

"Don't bite, it hurts." Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

His eyes were burning, and his thumb gently stroked the deep tooth mark. She felt that he was about to get close to her face at any moment. She quickly lowered her head, because the wound had not been treated yet!

Someone curled the corners of his mouth mischievously, and felt a burning pain like a needle piercing his waist. He did not move his eyebrows, but lowered his eyes to look at the top of his head in front of him, feeling that his dry heart was being filled up bit by bit with pain.

This was a scene he had never dared to dream of, but it was now happening in reality...

At this moment, let alone Xier stabbing him with a needle, even if she stabbed him with a knife, he would be willing.

Enduring the dizziness, Feng Xili finally finished sewing the last stitch. Although the needle hole looked like an ugly centipede winding its way, fortunately the hideous wound with the skin and flesh turned inside out was closed.

Otherwise, she felt that the gaping wound was about to swallow her.

After stitching the wound, she took out clean bandages, wrapped them around it, and tied them tightly.

After tying the last knot, she looked at the neatly tied bow on the bandage and inexplicably wanted to laugh. The next moment, a drop of liquid fell on the back of her hand.

Her eyelids trembled and she suddenly raised her head. The person in front of her had bloodshot eyes, and the liquid dripping from the corners of his eyes seemed to have an astonishing color.

She panicked, "Did I hurt you?" As she said that, she was about to reach out and touch his waist.

Mu Lanxun grabbed her wrist and slowly placed it against his chest, his voice deep and hoarse spilling out.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

His groans of pain were like sharp swords piercing her heart. Her nose felt sore and she could no longer bear it. Clear traces of tears slid down her cheeks.

Fortunately, she came back, fortunately, fortunately...

His warm fingertips silently stroked her cheek. It was clearly a strange face, but it strangely soothed his soul. As long as it was her, he didn't care whether she was a man or a woman, old or young.

Feng Xili understood the deep affection in his eyes and couldn't stop sobbing.

She raised an extremely charming smile, poured a pill from the porcelain bottle, and put it into her mouth.

Mu Lanxun blinked, and the next moment his eyes widened.

Feng Xili knelt between his legs, straightened up, gently put her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips directly. She used the tip of her tongue to pry open his lips and pushed the pill in his mouth.

Mu Lanxun felt as if his brain exploded with a buzzing sound. With his Adam's apple rolling, he swallowed the pill that was stained with the scent of both of them.

The familiar sweet fragrance spread in his mouth, soothing his broken soul.

By the time he reacted, he had already pressed the person to the floor of the carriage. The person under him had slightly red eyes, and the lips that he had moistened were as red as blood.

What was even more terrible was that the pair of tear-soaked eyes were looking at him with affection and charm.

He restrained himself and closed his eyes, turned his head to look to the side, the tips of his ears turned pink, "Xi'er, if you keep looking at me like this... the wound will split open."

With a light laugh, he helped the man up uncomfortably, and was unusually embarrassed.

Feng Xili pinched his hot ears, then pressed his strong and hot chest, her eyes full of curiosity.

She had never seen the 28-year-old Axun before. This was the body of a mature man, completely different from the boy she had in mind.

Her fingers were tightly held, and she met his gaze full of hidden aggression. She realized belatedly that she seemed to have been a little too proactive.

"I, um, I..." she stuttered, her eyes wandering.

"Xier, be good and take a nap." Don't be in a hurry. Now that she is back, there is no way she can leave again.

There would be plenty of time in the future. He picked her up again and stroked the dark circles under her eyes. He knew that his Xier must have suffered a lot in coming to find him.

Even though Feng Xili wanted to say something, his arms remained the same as always. After running around for more than ten days, she had completed her most important "mission". Now she relaxed and felt that everything around her was getting dark.

She wanted to say: Axun is injured, you should be the one sleeping!

The moment she closed her eyes, her heart was still clamoring: Ah Xun has a back injury, I can't sleep in his arms...

However, in less than two breaths, she fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Lanxun leaned against the wall of the carriage, holding her whole world in her arms, her chin gently rubbing against the soft top of her head.

There was a tiny light flickering in his dark eyes. Chu State...had to stay. He had to give Xier a stable life.

"Yuanri, you go back first. It's time to deal with those who showed their heads."

He opened the car window and looked at the people outside laughing wildly, taking this opportunity to clean up those different sounds.

As for Shangli, he will make some compensation within his ability. Things are different now. He is no longer that small proton. Shangli... is at least half of Xier's country.

Yuanri's eyes flashed, he nodded and retreated.

Emperor Qi Zhao looked silently at Wu Bai who was kneeling in front of him.

Li You...

In the two-story house in Rong Le Village, in the room where the name tablet was originally placed.

Mu Lanxun was dressed in black and had a tall figure. He looked like a sword with its blade sheathed. He stood in front of the table where the offerings had been removed. Soon, the door behind him was pushed open.

The corners of his mouth curled up, here it comes.