Before I knew it, I had been struggling all night. At this moment, the skylight in the east was already a little brighter, while the stars and moon on my head were slowly invisible into the magnificent sky of the navy blue.

When he saw the female disciple of the Ming Wangzong appeared, Yan Liqiang sat on the ground regardless of his image, gasping violently.

His spirit was tense at the moment of life and death just now, and he didn't feel anything was wrong. But when he relaxed, he felt that he was struggling this night. In the words of his previous life, his body felt like it was hollowed out. There was no place that was not sore or painful, and it felt a little difficult to raise his arms...

First, he sniped Ali Gujin at Huijiaji, then ran dozens of kilometers to kill the old man Shatu who was secretly tested, and then was chased and fought wildly.

Yan Liqiang himself didn't remember how many kilometers he ran, how many people he killed tonight, and how many times he fought with the Black Wind Thieves.

Grandma, I didn’t expect that I would have a better day than Rambo!

Yan Liqiang couldn't help but think about it with some self-deprecating thoughts.

The mountain wind before dawn blew up the distant valley, causing the grass on the grass to undulate like waves. When the mountain wind blew, Yan Liqiang shivered and suddenly felt that his clothes were almost wet again. I don’t know if it was sweat or dew in the grass.

You must find something to eat. At this time, you can quickly replenish your physical strength and calories to regain your body. Otherwise, if any danger comes, it would be bad.

Yan Liqiang, who had died once, understood the value of life even more. Thinking of this in his heart, Yan Liqiang gritted his teeth and stood up staggeringly. But just now he stood firm, but he felt a little weak under his feet, as if he was stepping on a pile of cotton, and he couldn't help but want to fall.

But one hand appeared in time and supported Yan Liqiang.

The female disciple of the Ming Wangzong flashed and came to Yan Liqiang's side, holding the shaky Yan Liqiang.

"Don't move..." After glanced at the wounds on Yan Liqiang's body, the woman inserted the sword in her hand to the ground, took out a medicine sack from her waist, took out a medicine bottle from the medicine sack, and then pulled off her sleeves, bit her mouth and teared the sleeves into strips of cloth, and began to bandage Yan Liqiang's wounds.

Yan Liqiang looked very miserable at this time. In addition to the few sword wounds left during the battle, he had traveled through the shrubs and thorns while escaping his life. His clothes were cut a lot, and there were more than twenty scars on his body, both of them, all of which were large and small.

Yan Liqiang got so close to this woman for the first time. The faint fragrance on this woman naturally penetrated into Yan Liqiang's nose. When the woman's cold and delicate fingers touched the skin near his wound, Yan Liqiang felt an electric shock, and the hair on her body suddenly stood up.

Yan Liqiang's body was stiff and allowed the woman to bandage his wounds, not daring to move around. He quietly looked at the woman's face, eyebrows, eyes, and nose. When paired with this woman's face, he felt an indescribable rhythm, which was very beautiful, but also a coldness that was kept thousands of miles away, and a hint of stubbornness and sadness that could not be concealed...

"After tonight, we are a friend of life and death. My name is Yan Liqiang. What's your name?" I felt the atmosphere between the two of them was a little silent, and this woman seemed not the kind of person who likes to talk. Yan Liqiang, as a man, took the initiative to speak.

The woman did not raise her head and still focused on wrapping Yan Liqiang's wounds. It was only after a few seconds that she calmly spit out three words, "Mo Ziye..."

"How did you find this?"

"There are traces you left along the way..." Mo Ziye's voice still did not fluctuate much.

Yan Liqiang thought about it and then laughed. If there were any traces, there were indeed many left. The black wind thieves he killed along the way were the best signposts. These two masters who were chasing him overcoming obstacles along the way would also leave many clues. If a person was careful, it would be not difficult to find this place. However, Yan Liqiang did not expect Mo Ziye to recover so soon, and knew that he was being chased and rushed to save him. It seems that although this woman treats people coldly on the outside, she is also a kind of person with affection, righteousness and warmth in her heart. If she was not worried about her safety, there would be no need for this woman to chase after her after waking up.

Mo Ziye's movements were skillful and straightforward. In the blink of an eye, the heaviest knife wounds on Yan Liqiang's body were bandaged.

"What's wrong with your hand?" After wrapping several wounds on Yan Liqiang's body, Mo Ziye also noticed that Yan Liqiang's right hand was a little abnormally swollen. She gently pinched Yan Liqiang's arm, and Yan Liqiang let out a "hiss" and took a breath of air conditioning.

"Just just now, the guy was chopped off his head. This guy is about to advance to the martial arts master and can release his true energy. He was just now, and a stream of his true energy came in, and it turned out like this..."

After hearing Yan Liqiang's words, Mo Ziye checked Yan Liqiang's swollen hand again, then took out a medicine bottle from his medicine bag and handed it to Yan Liqiang, "This is our Ming Wangzong's Five Elimination Pill, you can just take two pills..."

Yan Liqiang took the medicine bottle and carefully poured out two orange-red pills. He didn't want to gather together and swallowed it. Then he capped the medicine bottle and handed it to Mo Ziye again.

"You keep this bottle of medicine. If the injury on your hand has not healed tomorrow, take two more pills tomorrow!" Mo Ziye did not take the medicine bottle, but shook his head and gave the entire bottle of medicine to Yan Liqiang.

Yan Liqiang put the medicine bottle in close contact with him, "Thank you!"

"No need to thank you. If you really want to thank you, I should thank you!" Mo Ziye looked at Yan Liqiang's eyes, his eyes trembled, and there was a little more emotion in his voice, "Thank you for bringing my senior brother's body out at that time..."

"If I don't bring your senior brother's body out, I'm afraid you will fight for me!" Yan Liqiang sighed, "A person cannot be resurrected when he dies. Anyway, the old man Shatu who killed your senior brother is dead. This revenge is avenged. You should be more open-minded!"

When Yan Liqiang heard what he said, a sad look appeared on Mo Ziye's face again, and a circle of bright tears appeared in his eyes again. He just held back and did not shed tears. Yan Liqiang came directly to the corpse of the Heifeng thief whose head was cut off, squatted down, and started rummaging on the corpse.

"What are you looking for?" Mo Ziye couldn't help asking.

"I'm looking for something to eat. I've been struggling all night tonight. If I don't eat anything, I'm afraid I can't hold on!"

“I have a little here…”

"No, you keep it, you need it too. Although these Black Wind Thieves deserve to die, they have no sin in the supply and dry food they carry. I just need to find some food on them. You will definitely not be able to eat what they have..."

Yan Liqiang said, and found a large piece of dried beef in a small skin bag that was on the Black Wind Stealing body.

These black winds stole these crimes. Weapons and dry food are things you must carry with you. If you are hungry, eat them immediately and leave as you eat, without delaying your time.

If it were in the previous life, Yan Liqiang would definitely not have found anything to eat on a dead person, but in this life, after so much training, Yan Liqiang's nerves became stronger and stronger.

Yan Liqiang ate voraciously, and in a short while, he ate only half of the beef jerky piece and pounds.

After eating this high-calorie thing, Yan Liqiang's hollowed-out body gradually felt a little vitality.

Mo Ziye was very patient and watched Yan Liqiang swallow his voraciously, not talking or urging him.

When the beef jerky was still halfway, Yan Liqiang remembered the yellow hair that had just made great contributions. He waved to the yellow hair in the grass, waved the beef jerky in his hand, "Come here, Huang Hai, eat something..."

The yellow-haired man, whose evil appearance was completely gone, was lying on the ground, looking at Yan Liqiang pitifully, but did not come over, but just made a whimpering sound from his mouth.

Yan Liqiang felt strange. He walked over and opened the grass and looked carefully. He found that the yellow-haired retreat had already broken one. This was the price of the yellow-haired biting the black wind thief's leg just now. The black-haired kicked the yellow-haired leg just now, but Huang Hair was too smart. He was obviously broken just now, but he was still half lying on the ground, making a fierce look, helping Yan Liqiang to support the scene...

Yan Liqiang was so moved that he almost shed tears. He touched Huangmao's head and fed the beef jerky on his hand to Huangmao's mouth, let Huangmao eat something, and glanced at Mo Ziye, "Mo... Sister Mo... Is there any other injury medicine you used for me just now?"

Mo Ziye should be five or six years older than Yan Li, so Yan Liqiang thought about it and simply called her Sister Mo.

"Is this your dog?" Mo Ziye walked over and looked at the yellow hair on the ground.

"Well, it's not bad. This dog is very smart. I was injured just now to save me. Your medicine should work for the dog!"

"You can use it. Just sprinkle the medicine in the injured area and bandage it. The medicine will slowly penetrate!" Mo Ziye took out the bottle of medicine just now and handed it to Yan Liqiang.

Yan Liqiang took the medicine, pulled off a piece of his sleeve, sprinkled some medicine on the part where the yellow-haired legs were broken, and then wrapped the yellow-haired short legs with cloth.

Although the yellow-haired broken legs were bandaged, they still couldn't walk, and they limped a little on three legs.

Seeing this, Yan Liqiang simply ran to the grass, found the coat he had just used for traps and bait, made a cloth stretcher, and hanged the yellow hair on his body. Then he put away his black scales, then put away the black wind thief's scimitar that could be cut against the black scales, and then left with Mo Ziye...

The sky gradually shines, and along the way, I have never seen half of the Black Wind Thieves again.

"Sister Mo, have you encountered a Black Wind Thief on the way?"
Chapter completed!