Primitive Tribe Adventure

"That's not right. It should be a happy event to invite a master, why does Uncle Bo still have this expression?"

After the initial excitement, Feng Yun quickly calmed down, and his mind flashed through his mind when he first saw the storm.

"Uncle Bao, is there something wrong?"

Feng Yun decided to ask clearly.

"Ugh."

The storm did not directly answer Fengyun's question, but sighed first.

"It looks like something really went wrong."

Feng Yun's heart sank suddenly in the sigh of the storm.

"Qiuxia was out of luck. She invited Ling Shuang, but when she drove back, she was attacked by a savage beast king, the arrow mouse king. Although she eventually escaped, she was also seriously injured. That's why they came back so late."

"It's too bad."

Although Feng Yun had been mentally prepared, his face suddenly became gloomy after listening to the storm's narration.

"Are Qiuxiawu's injuries serious?"

"It's very serious. If Qiuxia wasn't proficient in medicine and carried some medicines with her, I am afraid the two of them would not be able to recover. Although they are back now, the situation is still not optimistic, especially Ling Shuang, who is still in a coma. ."

"Qiuxia is better. When she encountered the Arrow Mouse King, she received full protection from Lingshuang. Now she can barely move and is trying her best to rescue Lingshuang, but she told me that Lingshuang's situation is very bad. If there is no transfer, it is likely to be life-threatening."

The storm's face was very ugly, and both brows were almost wrinkled.

"The situation is so serious?"

Although Feng Yun had thought the situation bad enough, the severity of the situation that the storm told him was far beyond his expectations.

But from this he also felt the danger of the arrow mouse king.

He fought against the real metamorphosis warrior, the Raven Lord. He knew how tough the metamorphosis warrior was and how tenacious his life was. As a metamorphosis warrior, Ling Shuang was also in a state of dying. It is not difficult to imagine her. How fierce the battle with the arrow mouse king is.

"Uncle Bao, can I go to see Qiuxia Witch?"

Feng Yun still decided to see Mu Qiuxia. Although the situation had been understood from the mouth of the storm, he still planned to see it with his own eyes.

"Of course. Oh, I almost forgot. Qiu Xia once told me that when I saw you, let you see her immediately. Let's go."

Before the words were over, the storm waved to Fengyun, walked to the tent door, opened it, and walked out quickly.

"Uncle Bao, did Qiu Xiawu tell you why she wants to see me?"

Feng Yun quickly followed the storm, turned to look at him, and asked his doubts.

"She didn't say, but I can feel that she should be looking for you in a hurry."

The storm only said a word, and stopped saying anything, and the pace became more and more sensible.

Seeing this situation, Feng Yun stopped asking anything.

In a short time, Fengyun and Fengyun arrived at the resident of Baicao tribe.

"Uncle Bao, Yun, are you here? Come with me. Wu is waiting for you."

There was still some distance from the very large tent in the middle of the station, and the wind and the storm saw a person approaching them, it was Mulanzhi.

"Lange, how is the situation?"

As the storm walked quickly to the tent, he twisted his hair and asked.

"Worse. Aunt Frost has a fever, and the fever is so bad that her skin is hot."

Mulanzhi's face was full of worry.

"Oops."

After listening to Mulanzhi, Feng Yun's heart sank suddenly.

Although he doesn't know much about medicine, he also understands what it means to have a severe trauma and a high fever.

Don't say that the world he is now in is just from the primitive stage of society. It is the world he was in before he traveled. Before penicillin was invented, the wounded had this kind of situation. Basically, they were all nine dead.

In a blink of an eye, a group of three people came to the door of the tent.

Mulanzhi took a step forward and raised his hand to open the door of the tent, but before the storm and storm entered, she shouted inside: "Witch, Uncle Bao and Yun are here."

"Storm, cloud, are you here? That's great."

As soon as Feng Yun stepped across the tent door, he saw a person turning his head to look at him and the storm.

His eyesight was very good. Although there was a brightness contrast between the inside and outside of the tent, he still saw the person's appearance in the first time. It was Mu Qiuxia.

Her appearance at this time is much different from when he first saw her.

The hair is messy, the eye sockets are sunken, and the face is withered... The whole person looks very spiritless, but what attracts his attention more is the injury on her body. There are several places. From his eyes, you can see that everything Very serious.

Especially the wound on the chest and abdomen, if it is deeper and the position is more straight, she may be in danger of life.

Feng Yun's gaze did not stay long from her body, and soon moved to the ground beside her.

There was a man lying there, a woman, her condition was more serious than her.

There were no less than ten wounds on her whole body, and every wound was very scary, which made Fengyun feel like looking at a broken doll.

The worst part is that more than half of the wounds on her body are severely inflamed, red and swollen, and yellow-white pus flowing outwards, exuding a rancid smell, mixed with the smell of herbs applied to the wound, making him oily However, there was an urge to vomit.

Fortunately, his control over the body was so strong that he didn't show it.

"Qiuxia, why did the injury worsen so much?"

Feng Yun was able to see clearly the situation of the injured, and there was no reason to see the storm ahead of him clearly.

After he saw Ling Shuang's situation clearly, his face became even more ugly.

"The quiver king's thorn is poisonous. I thought it had been removed, but it didn't."

Hearing the storm's questioning, Mu Qiuxia's haggard and pale face showed a strong color of self-blame.

"Qiuxia Witch, if you have anything you need me to do, please tell me, I will do my best to do it."

Feng Yun took a step forward, flashed out from behind the storm, and came to Mu Qiuxia.

"Qiuxia, Yun Xiaozi is right, just say what you want him to do."

The storm is not a stupid person, she has already guessed that Mu Qiuxia is looking for Fengyun, there must be something for him to do.

"This one……"

Mu Qiuxia showed hesitation.

"Qiuxia Witch, just say it. Senior Ling Shuang was injured to help us, and I also have a responsibility to contribute."

Feng Yun had already guessed at this time, what Mu Qiuxia wanted him to do must have something to do with Ling Shuang.

At the same time, he could also guess that what she asked him to do should be dangerous, but he knew better that it was definitely not the time to shrink.

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