In order to keep Huijiu stable, he held his hand on Huijiu's waist. Huijiu was just weak and weak, but he was not unconscious. He was pressed one after another by Yunjiu, and his body trembled heavily.

Feng Wuyou saw it at a glance, immediately stepped forward and reached out to hold Huijiu's waist.

Immediately, my face changed.

Her waist was wet, and she withdrew her hand and saw blood all over her hands.

The clothes he wore were dark in color and could not tell whether there was blood. But in fact, the wound on his waist was soaked in even the animal skin.

"How was it hurt?"

Feng Wuyou immediately asked with concern.

Now, she finally knew how the village was preserved.

In order to defend this stronghold and to leave a way out for them, Huijiu was probably fighting for his life.

Otherwise, why would he be so hurt as a noble person as he is?

And as he was so injured, he didn't show any of it, and was still instructing and arranging all the big and small matters in the village and doing what he should do.

Feng Wuyou's concern on his face made Huijiu feel excited.

He has always wanted to be Feng Wuyou's own person, and has always wanted to get Feng Wuyou's concerning look, but now... he finally got his wish.

Because of this, he even forgot the wound on his body, but he was filled with joy that could not be suppressed.

Wen Ying looked at it on one side, her face was faint, but her heart kept rolling.

Someone tried his best to get Feng Wuyou's trust, but he... had obtained it before, but lost it with his own hands.

An indescribable sourness flows by, but it cannot be said a word.

I could only stand silently on one side, look at others, and enjoy this honor.
Chapter completed!