Chapter 43 Liar
The woman looked at Murong Ji with some fear in her eyes, nodded timidly, walked forward and fed her companion a pill to help her dissolve the power of the medicine.

After stabilizing her injuries, he was about to take back the medicine bottle, but Murong Ji snatched it away, and then he found another identical bottle on the seriously injured woman's body.

The woman wanted to stop him, but she didn't dare to do so because Murong Ji's methods were too powerful.

Thinking of those two bottles of pills, my heart ached.

Murong Ji walked up to Mu Wanqing and looked down at her. At this time, Mu Wanqing was wearing a black gauze hat, so her face could not be seen clearly, but Murong Ji could sense a sense of resentment.

Yes, it was resentment, as if Murong Ji had done something wrong to her.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to the girl's weird thoughts. Asking him to guess? Nonsense.

After two lifetimes, he is still trying to guess a girl's mind. Is he sick? If he doesn't say something like "She will cry for a long time after I punch her", it means he has a high emotional intelligence.

The more you care about a woman, the more... pretentious she becomes.

Glancing at Duan Yu, Murong Ji's mouth twitched at his sorrowful look. He really was... speechless.

He just couldn't understand it. Why would he have to guess what a girl was thinking?!

He handed the medicine bottle over directly, and after thinking for a while, he poured a pill for Mu Wanqing. It would be a waste to give her the whole bottle.

Mu Wanqing: “…”

Holding a healing pill, he fell into deep thought.

Murong Ji turned around and left, whether he wanted to eat or not. He felt that the resentment behind him was even greater, but he didn't care at all.

He walked back to the two girls, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at them with scrutiny, and asked, "Who are you?"

The uninjured one timidly shrank his neck and murmured, "People from Lingjiu Palace."

Murong Ji's eyes lit up instantly, and the memories in his mind were like turning pages of a book, and he remembered a lot of things.

【Tianshan Child-Father! 】

With a smile on his face, he squatted in front of the two women and asked, "Are you going to the Wuliang Sword Sect?"

"How do you know?"

Seeing the two girls' faces full of suspicion and wariness, Murong Ji chuckled and turned to look at Duan Yu and Mu Wanqing.

Then he turned around and said, "I need your help. Don't worry, I'm not a murderer, I won't kill you easily."

The two women hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay."

It's getting late.

Murong Ji built a fire, heated up the dry food he had prepared, and drank it with water. When he looked up, he saw several people staring at him.

"Why are you looking at me? Aren't you hungry?"

Four people: "..."

Duan Yu's stomach growled, and he could no longer hold back. He scratched his head and said, "Brother Murong, I'm hungry. Can you please…"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows. I have what others don't, and it is necessary. This is the only way to keep a favor.

He took out a bag of dry food from the package and threw it over: "Bake it yourself!"

Murong Ji took a quick glance and saw three women, one was Mu Wanqing who was still a little hypocritical, and the other two captives who were very cautious in everything they did.

All three are very beautiful, but Murong Ji's heart and eyes are full of Duan Yu, so he asks for a favor in order to take him to Tianlong Temple.

Several people shared the dry food, just enough for each person. They roasted the dry food like Murong Ji did, and after it was heated, they ate it with water.

"Girl, your wound has opened again!" Duan Yu's exclamation was so loud that it seemed to have awakened everyone's sense of smell.

The smell of blood filled the air, it was unpleasant. Human blood smelled the most pungent, and Murong Ji looked up and met Mu Wanqing's eyes. Although she was wearing a bamboo hat, Murong Ji knew she was looking at him.

He secretly cursed it was troublesome, took out healing medicine and a bottle of alcohol he had made from the package, and threw them over.

"First rinse the wound with boiled water, then wash it with alcohol, and sew it with thread soaked in alcohol." Duan Yu picked up the things and was about to treat Mu Wanqing's wound.

"Get out of the way! I need your help!" Mu Wanqing said softly. Duan Yu felt a little helpless holding the things.

The woman next to him said, "Let me help you."

"Zheng!"

Mu Wanqing suddenly drew her sword and refused directly: "I don't believe you!"

The woman looked at Murong Ji with an ugly expression. Among the people here, the one she was most afraid of was Murong Ji.

Murong Ji curled his lips, a little speechless, so he was waiting for him? !
He clapped his hands, stood up, took some boiled warm water from the empty kettle, took the things in Duan Yu's hand, and walked towards the stream beside him.

Mu Wanqing stood up and followed Murong Ji step by step.

He picked a clean stone and asked her to sit down.

Then he went back and took out a roll of gauze from the package, put it into the simple stone pot for boiling water, boiled it, took out the gauze and dried it, "You want to drink water, boil it again."

He picked up a torch and walked back behind Mu Wanqing.

"Okay, show me the wound."

Mu Wanqing glanced at the fire over there. They were very far away and should not be able to see here.

After hesitating for a moment, he took off his clothes.

Murong Ji saw Mu Wanqing's back as smooth as jade in the firelight. Just looking at her figure, Mu Wanqing scored very high.

He looked at her wound and cleaned it with warm water. The water flowed across the wound. Mu Wanqing trembled with pain, and Murong Ji also gradually felt heavy.

Murong Ji handed over a wooden stick.

"Do, what to do?" Mu Wanqing's breathing was a little disordered. She looked in the direction of the firelight, her cheeks flushed with shame.

"Bite it. It hurts to wash the wound with wine. I'm afraid you can't stand it."

Mu Wanqing exhaled, listened to Murong Ji's words, bit the wooden stick, and heard Murong Ji say: "Get ready, I will count one, two, three, and start cleaning the wound."

Seeing Mu Wanqing nod, Murong Ji directly poured the small bottle of alcohol on her.

"Woo~ Yeah!"

Mu Wanqing was shaking with pain all over and her eyes were almost hurting. Murong Ji chuckled and moved his hands faster. He sewed up the flesh, sprinkled medicine powder on it, and then wrapped it with gauze in one go.

"Okay." Mu Wanqing put on her clothes, turned her head and stared at Murong Ji fiercely.

He tried to find many curse words, but after a long while, he finally cursed out one word with a red face, "Liar!"

Murong Ji sneered, "What did I lie to you about!"

"You said one, two, three!"

“I shouted.”

"You didn't shout!"

"You can't blame me if you didn't hear it."

Mu Wanqing: “…”

After Murong Ji packed up his things, Mu Wanqing followed Murong Ji back with a look of great resentment. The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Duan Yu felt a little uncomfortable because of what happened just now.

He is a nobleman and is not as shameless as Murong Ji.

After a short rest, they headed towards the Wuliang Sword Sect.

(End of this chapter)