"Ning'er, are you okay? It's all my fault, I... I couldn't control it for a moment and almost hurt you!"
The boy in white looked at her eagerly, his face full of annoyance.
"I'm fine." Shen Ning shook her head. She pulled back her hair that was messed up by the wind and joked: "Fortunately, the big tree was broken. Otherwise, if you keep hitting it like this, I'm afraid all the trees in the forest will be destroyed." I want you to flatten it. Put your hand out for me to see. I want to see whether it is your hand that is harder or the bark of the tree."
The boy in white put his hand behind his back: "My hand is fine."
He blushed at her words and was extremely embarrassed.
"Is everything okay? Just hold it out for me to see if you're okay."
The boy in white just refused.
Shen Ning snorted and forcefully pulled his hand out from behind him, only to see that his fingers were long and white, but the back of his hand and the phalanges were dripping with blood.
"Tsk, tsk, I thought your hands were harder than tree bark, and it wouldn't hurt if you hit them! Xiaobai, are you really a Xiaobai as your name suggests? You use your hands made of flesh and blood to hit that You big, unconscious tree, do you want me to call you stupid, or stupid?"
With a sneer on her face, she shook off his hand, pointed towards the river, and said, "Why don't you go and wash up!"
It's strange to say that she and he just met each other not long ago, and they didn't even say a few words. Even if she knew him before, she has no impression of him now. But when she faced this young man in white, she looked like When facing a very familiar friend, his tone and demeanor were completely different from when facing Chu Shaoyang, much more relaxed and comfortable.
She could say whatever she wanted, and she didn't hide it if she wanted to ridicule him.
The boy in white looked at her blankly, suddenly feeling like he was going back in time, as if the familiar her from the past was back.
Although she was sarcastic towards him, he felt the care and concern hidden in her tone. She was still as cold-faced and warm-hearted as before. She obviously cared about him, but she pretended to be cold.
He was in a good mood, and the previous anger was gone. He walked to the river and washed the blood on his hands.
"Do you have any gold-creating medicine on you?" she asked.
The young man in white nodded, took out the golden medicine from his arms, and handed the whole bottle to her.
This gold-creating medicine is a must-have item for martial arts practitioners when traveling in the world. He will naturally carry it with him. Otherwise, the sword has no eyes and the world is dangerous. No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he will inevitably not be injured.
Shen Ning uncorked the bottle, smelled it, and said, "Hey, your golden medicine is pretty good, it should be the best."
After finishing speaking, she herself was stunned for a moment, thinking how did she know that this golden medicine was good? Do you still know medical skills
"Stretch out your hand and I'll give you medicine."
The young man in white stretched out his injured hand as instructed. He didn't want to stare at her all the time, but his eyes followed her uncontrollably.
Shen Ning used her fingernails to pick out some ointment and applied it on the injured area. She then tore off a piece of clothing, wrapped the wound, returned the gold wound medicine plug to him, and clapped her hands.
"Okay, if you feel you haven't vented enough, there are many big trees over there. I see you still have a lot of gold medicine in this bottle. Even if you knock down this entire forest, you should It’s enough.”
The young man in white blushed at her teasing and moved his lips, but was unable to speak.