Bai Jian glanced worriedly at the corner.

Feng Luoluo lay motionless, not reacting to the outside world, apparently dead asleep.

In this case, it is absolutely impossible to take the initiative to ask for help.

Moreover, Yifeng Luoluo's character, even if he dies cold, it is impossible to ask for help.

Bai Jian sighed, turned his head and glanced at Shangguan Yagu's tent.

It was pitch black inside the tent.

The young master seems to have slept?

The truth is-

Shangguan Yagu stood facing the direction of Feng Luoluo, his facial features were completely hidden in the dark, his eyes were deep, in the dark, he was extremely bright, and the cigar in his hand flashed and disappeared in the dark.

The tent had a small "window", and Feng Luoluo's actions at this moment, Shangguan Yagu could see it clearly.

Deep in the dark eyes, lava-like flames.

One hand clenched into a fist, and the bones "gurgle".

"Young Master?" Bai Jian heard the sound in his ears, and immediately understood that Shangguan Yagu had not slept yet, and immediately ordered someone to prepare disinfected cotton, potions, bandages, blankets, and sleeping bags.

"Ka-"

The lights are bright.

Shangguan Ya's long figure was projected on the tent.

Bai Jian immediately hugged the prepared things in, "Young master, I have prepared some things, do you want to ......?"

There was a long silence.

The sound of breathing and heartbeat is almost audible.

White Sword is nervous-

Could it be that he could be wrong?

The young master is not worried about Miss Feng at all?

Speculating on the master's intentions will be punished.

The palms of the white sword were sweating.

"Send it to her." Shangguan Yagu's deep voice sounded behind him.

"Yes." White Sword let out a long breath and turned around.

As soon as I walked to the door, I was stopped by a shout.

"Stop."

"Young Master?" Bai Jian quickly stopped.

Shangguan Yagu extinguished his cigar and walked over.

Bai Jian immediately understood and handed over the things to Shangguan Yagu.

Dedicated dividing line of Feng Luoluo*********************************

The more Feng Luoluo slept, the colder it became, and the whole person curled up.

In my sleep, I kept rubbing my arms.

But even so, I was shivering with cold.

The chill rushed up directly from the ground and seeped into the body......

The wound on the hand was naked~ exposed, the herbs were rubbed off at some point, the wound cracked, and the blood oozed out little by little......

Shangguan Yagu frowned, wrapped himself in a blanket, and directly rolled up Feng Luoluo's body and stuffed it into a sleeping bag.

Feng Luoluo suddenly felt a warmth close to him, no longer cold, and his body slowly warmed up.

Feng Luoluo rolled over comfortably.

Suddenly, I felt a cold feeling in my arm, as if something was moving.

Feng Luoluo frowned and opened his eyes in a daze.

In the darkness, a huge black shadow loomed in front of him.

Feng Luoluo's chest was startled, and he sat up suddenly.

"Boom-"

Bumped into a hard object.

The familiar masculine smell swells into the nose.

"Shangguan Yagu?" The smell was very familiar, but it was too dark around him, and Feng Luoluo wasn't sure if it was him.

What's more, Shangguan Yagu abused himself like that during the day, how could he suddenly come to see him at night?

No response.

The coldness on his arm, still moving slowly, seems to be taking medicine?

The action, like Shangguan Yagu's people, is very domineering.

Feng Luoluo affirmed that the person who came was Shangguan Yagu.

What did he come here in the middle of the night for?

Want to see your own jokes?

Or are you upset and want to humiliate her again?