In the dungeon, although my head is still a little groggy, but my eyes are not sloppy, he, why is he here
I knelt and moved to him. He was lying on the ground covered in blood, his face was pale, his upper body was crisscrossed with countless bloodstains, I reached out to his forehead, how could it be so hot
"Hey! Chill! Can you hear me?" I tried calling him several times, but there was no response.
I touched all over my body, but fortunately, the golden sore medicine is still there.
I carefully tore open his messy clothes, and the hideous and terrifying wound immediately came into view. How could he suffer such a serious injury. Could it be that Chu Mengfan made it again? In his hands, who else besides him? I couldn't help but increase my hatred for him.
It is already two hours after the medicine has been applied, and the medicine is almost used, and the injury of the chills will not be healed in a day or two. We must find a way to get him out of here.
While I was thinking, I suddenly heard the intermittent and faint sound of Shen Yin from under me. I immediately lowered my head to realize that the chill was moving, my eyes slightly opened, and my limbs were struggling, as if I wanted to do it.
I hurriedly pressed his shoulders gently and stopped his movements: "Don't move, your injury is very serious!"
He seemed to hear what I said, and his body slowly became quiet.
I pulled off a rag from my shirt and carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Do you know who I am?"
His next movement seemed to be a nod, until I heard two unclear words of'zheyan' from his mouth, I was sure that his mind was awake.
Knowing that his consciousness has gradually recovered, I gently pressed my left hand on his chest, slowly inputting my internal strength into his body, and stopped seeing his face slowly becoming ruddy.
"Why are you here?" I asked eagerly.
He took a few rough breaths, and then replied somewhat laboriously: "Master, I'm afraid you are in danger." He paused, then continued: "So let me protect you!"
I couldn't help but start scolding Yu Chen. He is your brother. It's not good who you send to protect me. If you wait for him, do you expect him to die sooner!
"Then why are you locked up in such a place?"
I saw a bitter and helpless smile at the corner of his mouth, and slowly spit out: "I blame my poor martial arts. I accidentally made Chu Mengfan empty, so he was arrested!"
"Then, your body hurts—"
"He wanted to reveal my identity from my mouth, but I just refused to say a word, so I ended up here!" He said easily, as if he didn't care about his own injury: "You are also out now. Now here, it's not that the plan has failed!"
I nodded, not knowing what to say.
"You can't be blamed entirely on you, that guy is too cunning!" As he said, Cicada clenched his fists tightly, and his teeth creaked.
"Then what should we do now?" I mumbled.
He glanced at me first, and then he didn't speak for a long time, and he knew that he was also at a loss at the moment.
Just like this, I and Hanchan you look at me and I look at you. In a blink of an eye, three days have passed. For these three days, there was no water or food. I'm fine to say, it's just the bitterness of the chill and his injury. , The heat that has just retreated is now beginning to faintly restless.
"Hey! Isn't there anyone here? It's too wicked to not even give you water! If you want to kill us, hurry up. Don't be so mother-in-law!" I tried my best to vent all my anger over the past few days. After the roar, I realized that my voice was also hoarse.
But apart from the constant echoes in the prison, no other voices were heard.
Cicada's body has begun to tremble slightly, and the temperature of his forehead is getting hotter and hotter. No, you must find a way to get out of here.