Love against the sky

Mo Yan was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his sword. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and shot quickly, otherwise it would be too late to regret everything.

But the sharp sword edge still slashed across Lan Shang's palm, and the blood dripped to the ground along his slender fingers like a stream in an instant.

"You fucking stupid!" Mo Yan threw away Hongming, rushed to Lanshang's side in a few steps, took his hand to look at it, and shouted angrily, "Are you crazy!" Then he yelled over there : "Tell the military doctor!"

Lan Shang's expression was stunned, she couldn't feel the pain in the palm of her hand, she just looked at Mo Yan, the water in her eyes gathered a little bit.

"I'm crazy, I'm crazy..."

The barracks not far away was full of noise, Mo Yan pressed tightly on the deep wound on his hand, but the blood kept gushing out.

Lan Shang looked blankly at the blood flowing from her, at Mo Yan's hand also stained red with blood, at him holding his hand tightly, but smiled sadly, the wind passed by, and the blue hair was blown three thousand times, Like a poignant dream that can never wake up.

"Let's go!" Mo Yan tugged at him vigorously, but Lan Yan stood there motionless, his eyes fixed on the blood flowing down. "I said you take a step! It's on the ground!"

Lan Shang was pulled forward by him and staggered a few steps, then stopped still.

"I said you..." Mo Yan was anxious and angry, stomped his feet, and hugged him horizontally, "Cover yourself!"

The blood-stained cloud clothes are as red as the sunset in the sky.

Lan Shang raised his right hand, looked at the deep knife marks on it, let the blood flow, and still had a bewildered smile on the corner of his mouth.

The soldiers huh huh huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh. The wound was not deep, it only hurt the flesh, and the blood had already coagulated.

"It's not me! It's him." Mo Yan shouted impatiently, leaning Lan Shang on the couch, "Hurry up and heal his hand! It's up to you if it can't be cured."

The military doctor panicked, and his gray beard was raised up in anxiety, "This, this, this... my lord, please let me take a look."

"Look and see! What to look at, and quickly think of a solution." Mo Yan was very unhappy in his heart, and stared at Lan Shang viciously, what was going on in this guy's head!At this time, a soldier bowed and handed it to Hongming, "My lord, your sword."

Mo Yan took it and put it on the case, then looked at the sergeant tents full of tents, waved his hand and said: "Everyone back down, rest early, we have to hurry tomorrow morning."

Everyone retreated, and the camp became quiet for an instant.

Mo Yan leaned forward and asked, "How is it?"

The military doctor spread Lanshang's hand to look at it, frowned and stroked his beard, "The wound is very deep, and it needs several stitches to heal."

"Then sew, what are you doing in a daze!"

Unexpectedly, Lan Shang folded his hands and said, "No need."

The military doctor looked at Mo Yan, who gritted his teeth angrily, "Extend your hand quickly!"

"I said, no need." Lan Shang simply turned her head and looked inside.

Mo Yan's chest rose and fell, and his eyes could be ablaze.

Seeing this, the military doctor hurriedly got up to comfort him: "My lord, don't worry, wait for this old man..."

"You get me out!"

"Yes..." The military doctor bowed, and just about to pick up the medicine box and step back, Mo Yan said in a deep voice, "Leave the box."

The military doctor went out as if fleeing, Mo Yan slammed the medicine box on the table, silently walked to Lan Shang's side, stretched out his hand, "Hurry up!"

Lan Shang neither turned her head nor spoke, just stared at the curtain of the tent in a daze.

"I asked you to take your hand over and hear it!" Pulling his shoulders hard, Mo Yan stared and said, "Let go! Let go of your hand!" Ke Lanzhang didn't listen to him at all, and was equally annoyed Looking at him, he clenched his injured right hand even tighter, and the blood dripped on the bed sheet like an hourglass, dotted bright red.

"Let go!" Mo Yan tried his best to break his hand, but Lanshang didn't know where the strength came from at the moment, no matter how he broke it, he would hold it tightly.

"Slap!" A slap was slapped on Lan Shang's face, Mo Yan stared at him for a few seconds, and said angrily, "You don't want that right hand anymore, do you?"

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