Sikong Xiao's impatient look made Chen Fu pout with grievance, lowered his head and said "Oh" and then followed and took steps towards Chen Yichen and the others.

"You bully other children again."

The evil spirit couldn't help but be unfair to Chen Fu, but Sikong laughed ruthlessly and rolled his eyes, "It's not your child, why are you worried about?"

“…”

The evil spirit was silent, Sikong smiled and frowned and looked at the empty town not far away, "You just said there was no anger inside, which meant there was no living person?"

"Um."

Sikong smiled and muttered to himself: "Han Zheng and the others will not be unlucky to hit the gun..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a depressed groan suddenly came from the bushes not far behind him. Because the distance was not far, Sikong Xiao gazed for a while, then stood up and moved carefully.

Without waiting for two steps, the bushes shook and a black shadow suddenly emerged from the bushes.

Sikong Xiao and the black shadow were stunned at the same time. When the former turned his wrist, he immediately had a dagger with a crawling white light. However, the black shadow seemed very excited when he saw Sikong Xiao, and his body fell to the ground and crawled towards Sikong Xiao.

Han Zheng?

A familiar face stained with blood swept into his eyes. Sikong smiled coldly and stepped forward a few steps to pull up the man lying on the ground, "Why are you here? Who hurts you?"

Han Zheng gritted his teeth and grabbed Sikong Xiao's sleeves. His handsome face, which had always been expressionless, turned pale. He opened his mouth and bleeded blood, and sprayed Sikong Xiao's face.

Looking at Sikong Xiao, Han Zheng's eyes were already a little dissipated. He moved his lips when he was low and said, "Leave" and fell into Sikong Xiao's arms.

Sikong Xiao frowned, without caring about the blood on his face, and immediately stood up and dragged Han Zheng, who had fainted from the ground.

"snort…"

Because of Sikong Xiao's movements, Han Zheng, who fainted, hummed unconsciously. Sikong Xiao said sorry in his heart, then put his arm on his shoulder, and carried Han Zheng, who was seriously injured, with force.

During this period, warm blood gushed out from Han Zheng's body, burning Sikong Xiao's skin through the thin gauze dress, his brows tightened, and he quickly returned to the place where he had just separated from Chen Fu, but he could not see the figure of the boy.

Why are you so slow?

Sikong Xiao turned his head and looked at Han Zheng. Seeing that he was covered in blood and was left with half a breath, he couldn't help but curse. He didn't know if he could survive if he was so injured. It was urgent to stop the bleeding as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, Sikong Xiao took Han Zheng to escape without hesitation. After a breath of kung fu, the two of them turned into a black purple lightning and rushed out.

When I met Chen Fu, who was sweating profusely on the way, Sikong smiled and paused.

I saw a slender jade hand stretching out from the lightning, and easily pinched Chen Fu's back collar with a grab. Regardless of Chen Fu's fright, he shouted for help, and rushed back to the camp.

Seeing the familiar scene under your feet, Chen Fu's struggle became even more intense.

Sikong lowered his eyes and saw Chen Fu's face pale, and there was a playful look on his lips. He loosened his hands and screamed and fell down. Fortunately, Chen Yichen saw that the situation was not in line, otherwise he would feel that it would be better to fall.

"Ahhhh! Senior Brother Chen, there is a ghost! Save me!"

Chen Fu closed his eyes and roared wildly, and he leaned on Shen Yicen like an octopus. Sikong Xiao had already landed on the ground with Han Zheng at this time. When he saw Yosu coming, he immediately asked her for help.

"Ah! Isn't this Prince Han? Why is he so injured?!"

Yosu covered his mouth and looked frightened, and saw Sikong's smile trembled again when he saw the bloody face.

When Sikong Xiao heard this, he just shook his head and nipped Han Zheng's body with blood and black clothes cleaned up in a few seconds. The muscles on his wide and straight chest were very impressive. Some of the little girls blushed shyly. As for Sikong Xiao, he completely ignored it.

However, when seeing the crisscrossing scars on Han Zheng's body, Sikong Xiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "I'm so hurt..."

Except for the wound that was bleeding across the abdomen, most of them were old injuries, and some of them looked like they had been around for more than ten years.

How could he have so many injuries on his body, a pampered Korean prince? Sikong Xiao had only time to be curious, and immediately called the only alchemist in the team to treat Han Zheng.

The evil spirit frowned in the sea of ​​consciousness. Through the sea of ​​consciousness, he saw Han Zheng's soul whose forehead was about to scatter, and said, "If you don't stop the bleeding from him, he will die."

Sikong laughed and said, it is extremely rare for Han Zheng to survive until now.

“…”

After a cup of tea, the alchemist still looked solemnly and glanced at the wound that was surging out of Han Zheng's stomach that was rushing out of blood. Sikong Xiao frowned, "His blood is almost flowing, why don't you treat him?"

Facing Sikong Xiao's slightly dissatisfied eyes, the alchemist trembled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead, "...I, I, I, won't..."

"Aren't you an alchemist?"

Sikong Xiao was a little surprised. Although he had never contacted other alchemists, Sister Huang didn't blink when he treated her injuries, and she was very quick in movement, let alone anything she could not say.

"I'm a alchemist, but I can only refine elixirs. This kind of injury, I, I... I'm really powerless..."

Sikong was stunned, then glared at the alchemist fiercely, "Then didn't you say it earlier?"

After waiting for a while, Han Zhengke will give a complete greeting!

The alchemist stood up silently and gave up his seat. Sikong Xiao looked around and saw that everyone was worried but helpless, so he had to borrow an embroidery needle from Yosu.

He found a burning firewood stick from the fire and took out a bottle of aged wine from his storage ring. After everything was ready, Sikong Xiao sat down next to Han Zheng, and said without raising his head: "Uncle Shen, Chen Fu, please help me press him. Others have the best ability to accept it, and it is best to go away..."

Shen Yicen and Chen Fu acted as they said, although they didn't know what Sikong Xiao wanted to do, as for the others, they all leaned their heads curiously and had no intention of leaving at all.

After looking at Han Zheng's flesh and blood, Sikong Xiao put the embroidery needle on the fire and burned it, narrowed his eyes and started to take action.

The onlookers all looked like a curious baby. They didn't even see Sikong Xiao's movements, and they turned their heads and quickly ran back to their tent.
Chapter completed!