This is a place where peach blossoms bloom all year round.

No matter how the seasons change, the peach blossoms remain the same.

A girl who was fourteen years old but had a child was running on the mountain road. The little girl waved her little arms like lotus nodes and ran upwards. An old man in his seventies followed closely behind smiled and shouted, "Run slowly, be careful to fall down."

The old man’s surname is Jin, and people call him Old Jin.

"Grandpa, why didn't you see the lush grass you mentioned?"

"Haha, Wenwen, if it was so easy to pick it up, it wouldn't be so expensive."

The mountain wind was very strong, and as soon as Mr. Jin said, he was blown to pieces and scattered from his ears, not to mention the extremely excited Wenwen, authenticity turned into a "wind in the ears".

On the left is Lao Ren Peak, and on the right is Tai Chi Peak.

The seemingly vague mist covers its huge mountain pass. The sunlight and fog blend into a transmigrating aerosol. Countless greens of countless colors combine to create a shocking visual effect. The closer they go, the thicker they go, and the farther they go, the fainter they go.

In the thick or light mist, there are sometimes dark green to black old pine, mixed in the endless peach color, and the shapes are clearly stretched, so restrained but so ostentatious, stretching unscrupulously and with confidence.

"Grandpa, come quickly, there is a bloody man here."

Old Jin was shocked and quickened his pace and ran towards Wenwen.

Sure enough, a young man fell motionless in a pool of blood, and the clothes he was wearing were completely different from the style here.

Could it be someone from outside?

How is that possible?

I haven’t been in here for two thousand years. Is the hexagram really coming?

Old Jin squatted down, took a closer look at the seriously injured young man, slit his nose and breathed.

But after checking his injuries, Old Jin was stunned!

Isn't this dead?

I saw a blood hole in the right chest of the young man, which went straight to his back, and it was obviously a penetrating injury.

There is also a blood hole in the lower right abdomen. The most shocking thing is the head and the back of the head, a wound as big as a fist, and blood flows out.

Needless to say, this is Ning Fuchen who was injured by the energy gun.

It turned out that Wang Zhuliu's energy gun opened a small hole in the barrier. Ning Fuchen fell in from the barrier and rolled onto the ridge between the Lao Ren Peak and Taiji Peak. Fortunately, several peach trees were connected together, buffering the weight of his fall, otherwise they might be crushed to pieces.

Without saying a word, Jin Lao teared off a piece of his clothes, wrapped Ning Fuchen's head tightly for a few times, stopped the bleeding, and then used his belt to tie a few layers of his chest, then bent down and picked up Ning Fuchen.

"Wenwen, hurry up and go back."

"Grandpa, didn't you say that the injured do not need treatment, and the sick do not need treatment?"

"Don't talk, this is not an ordinary person. It may be related to the survival of our tribe, do you know?"

"Grandpa, are you saying that this person is the savior of the gossip grandpa?"

"Go away quickly, stop talking."

Mr. Jin seemed to be as thin as a body, but he picked up Ning Fuchen's body of more than 100 pounds down the mountain without any effort, and walked as fast as flying, running down the mountain.

Not far from the foot of the mountain, there is a small wooden house.

The old man carried Ning Fuchen into the house and placed it on the only bed inside.

"Go and cook some millet porridge and beat two snowflake eggs."

Wenwen responded and walked into the stove to work.

Old Jin took Ning Fuchen's wrist and checked his pulse.

The pulse is very weak, as if it is present or not.

How could this person survive with excessive bleeding, penetration of lungs and head injuries?

This is a strange thing that has never been done before.

After a while, Wenwen's millet porridge and egg soup were ready. She took a small spoon and carefully blew the cold, sat beside Ning Fuchen's bed, and fed it in one bite.

Seeing this, Mr. Jin walked away alone and sighed, it seemed that this person should not die.

Ning Fuchen no longer has any consciousness.

After the Tianshu in the sea of ​​consciousness blocked Wang Zhuliu's shot, he received serious damage, which seemed to have exhausted all his energy and no longer had any reaction.

Only the fairy spirit energy that slowly flows in the meridians is still nourishing his internal organs and meridians. The powerful fairy spirit energy wraps the broken energy in the wound and slowly absorbs it.

Wenwen stayed around Ning Fuchen for a long time. It was getting dark, but Ning Fuchen was still lying on the bed, motionless, as if a clay sculpture and wood sculpture.

Mr. Jin came in and saw that Ning Fuchen's breathing gradually stabilized and his wounds did not bleeding anymore. He secretly surprised that this person's own strong resistance.

After dinner, Wenwen lay on the temporary floor and tossed and turned. Old Jin kept saying, "Go to bed, go to bed."

Until dawn, Wenwen didn't fall asleep. She got up and looked at her several times. Ning Fuchen was still like that, motionless and showed no sign of waking up.

After breakfast, Mr. Jin said, "Wenwen, you should watch him at home. Remember, you can't let others come in and see him. I'll pick some Weirui grass and make soup for him to drink."

"Um."

After Mr. Jin left, Wenwen sat by the bed, looking at Ning Fuchen without blinking. After she washed Ning Fuchen's face, she found that Ning Fuchen was very handsome. Although her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes and thick eyebrows were raised upwards, like two sharp swords.

The face is clearly contoured, with clear edges and angular lips, and a bit honest.

One of them was lying and the other was sitting, both motionless.

Suddenly, Ning Fuchen's stomach rumbling.

Oops, I'm afraid I'm going to the bathroom.

Wenwen couldn't help but feel burning on her face. What should she do? Grandpa didn't let others know about him.

While hesitating, with a puff, a pungent smell suddenly filled the entire room.

Oh no, it's pulled in your pants!

Wenwen blushed and was at a loss.

After waiting for a long time, my grandfather didn't come back, so I had to make a basin of hot water, take a towel, gritted my teeth and stretched out my trembling hands, and untied Ning Fuchen's belt.

Wenwen didn't dare to look at Ning Fuchen below, so she had to close her eyes and touch his pants. She didn't take off his pants for a long time, but grabbed Xiao Ning Fuchen with one hand. She had to open her eyes and ran out screaming and held her face in her hands, and she felt a fever.

The fourteen-year-old girl already knows something about men and women, and she feels embarrassed.

Thinking that Ning Fuchen's body had not been cleaned yet, he had to step in and carefully clean his front and back. Finally, he simply wiped all the blood and sweat stains on his body and changed him into grandpa's gray clothes.

After finishing all this, it was already noon, so I cooked some millet porridge and fed Ning Fuchen a large bowl.
Chapter completed!