coma, she will make sure to give him a thorough examination this time.She vowed to find a way to cure Feng Ming, or else her heart would forever remain in limbo.Thinking of this, An Xuetang took a dee...After Lin Xi left, An Xue Tang and Mo Yun Jing looked at each other, then very tacitly turned their heads to look at Zhi'er.

They were becoming increasingly curious about this person's identity.

It's just more specific, and I won't know until she wakes up.

Mo Yunjing walked up to An Xuetang at this time. Because of the intense exercise, her whole head was covered in sweat, and even her back was wet. Even though it was a cold day, the clothes she was wearing were indeed very thin.

Mo Yunjing walked up to her. At this time, her black hair stuck to her temples and neck, looking rather disheveled. He couldn't help but raise his hand wanting to smooth it for her, but seeing the bloodstains on his palm, he hesitated and wanted to put his hand down, lest he stain her face.

An Xuetang seemed to have realized what he wanted to do, and now she looked into his eyes with a smile, "Ajing, are you hurt"

As she spoke, she had already taken hold of his large hand. She had seen the blood on the palm of his hand a while ago and now slowly wiped it with her own sleeve.

Mo Yunjing's pitch-black and profound eyes held a hint of indulgence. He didn't want her to dirty her clothes, but the warm palm that grasped his was too comforting. In the end, he couldn't bear to pull away, allowing her to wipe him clean.

Han Yun looked at Feng Ming then, seeing him completely relax and close his eyes. He glanced at An Xuetang, wanting to speak up and remind her if she should take a look at Feng Ming first.

But without him needing to remind her, An Xuetang had finished wiping Mo Yunjing's hands when she quickly came back to herself. Her face changed, and she hurriedly pushed Mo Yunjing away, "Ajing, you arrange the rest. I'll go take a look at my elder brother first."

"Hmm."

Mo Yunjing immediately turned around and began to arrange matters. Whether it was the Yun Family Army, Xuntang Valley, or the Qingyun Pavilion people, they were all more or less injured, with about ten deaths.

Mo Yunjing's expression was solemn as he glanced at the corpses on the ground. Shiyi pursed her lips and walked over, "My Lord, this subordinate will arrange for them to be transported back to the palace."

"Hmm."

Mo Yunjing's eyes were dark and unreadable, he remained silent for a moment before saying, "Bury him the same way we did before."

Eleven nodded slightly, "Good."

An Xuetang treated Fengming's obvious wounds, he was mostly injured internally. Luckily, An Xuetang knew that someone would get hurt today, so she prepared a lot of medicine for treating internal injuries beforehand.

Now it finally comes in handy, Eleven has the medicine she gave us and is starting to administer it to those wounded brothers.

While An Xuetang personally fed the medicine to Feng Ming and treated him with acupuncture, carefully protecting his internal organs.

When An Xue Tang finished everything, Han Yun said, "North Border Princess, may I use the Phoenix Cry Technique to treat your wounds"

An Xue Tang wasn't skilled in martial arts, so she wasn't sure what effect using qi to heal injuries had. However, she had seen Yun Rui use a similar method to treat her family member, Ajing, and the results were obvious. So when Han Yun suggested it now, she almost didn't hesitate before nodding. "Then I'll trouble Grandmaster Han."

Han Yun nodded slightly, then went around behind Feng Ming and began to give him Qi. An Xue Tang watched nervously from the side.

Luckily, seeing Feng Ming's unusually pale face regain a slight flush, she pursed her lips. It seemed this method was still effective.

After withdrawing his hand, Han Yun couldn't help but stumble backward.

An Xuetang was startled, "Master Han, are you alright My elder brother..."

Han Yun knew An Xue Tang was worried, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "It's fine. As long as we take good care of Feng Ming, he should be alright."

Mò Yúnjǐng's words were directed at Hàn Yún, and he used a declarative sentence.

Han Yun's brow furrowed, "It's no problem, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, An Xuetang had already rushed to his side, unceremoniously picking up his wrist and feeling his pulse.

An Xuetang's expression was solemn. As expected, Han Yun had also suffered some internal injuries. Although they were not serious, he had clearly been injured but still insisted on channeling his energy to Feng Ming, which resulted in him being somewhat depleted internally now.

An Xue Tang immediately took out a pill bottle from her waist and poured out a pill, handing it to him. "Lord Han, please take this first. When we leave here, I will concoct some medicinal herbs to regulate your body for you. Today's favor from Lord Han, I have taken note of!"

Han Yun cast a meaningful glance at Mo Yunjing behind An Xue Tang, and said, "There's no need to remember. If the princess truly wants to thank me, perhaps she could ask King Beijiang to show mercy and let her go."

He Or she

Who is

An Xue Tang blinked, her eyes looking at Mo Yun Jing with a hint of confusion.

Mo Yunjing didn't know what he was thinking about. His eyes dimmed, as if covered in a layer of ash. The depths of his black eyes, like ink, were filled with coldness.

But after An Xue Tang looked over, he quickly returned to normal. He ignored Han Yun and took two steps forward, walking side-by-side with An Xue Tang. He raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Don't worry about him, the doctor from Qingyun Pavilion can cure him. Let's go home first."

As Mo Yun Jing had said so, An Xue Tang stopped talking. After all, her brother was still unconscious right now. She walked to Feng Ming's side and wanted to help him up.

Mo Yunjing walked over, helped Feng Ming up with one hand, and then looked at Yun Si, "Retreat."

Yun Si nodded slightly, and Kang'er and Shou'er carried the beauty on their backs. Then, a group of people left in a mighty procession.

After finally leaving the forest, An Xue Tang realized a problem: where were Yunliu and Ning'er

A flicker of panic crossed her eyes as she looked at Shou'er, "Shou'er, where is Ning'er And Yunliu"

"Your Highness, please don't worry. Yunliu is seriously injured and can't be moved. The old man who helped has already taken Yunliu and Ninger to a safe place, but he didn't say where exactly. He only said that when Yunliu can walk, they will return on their own."

An Xuetang frowned, she was still not at ease without seeing Yunliu and Ning'er with her own eyes.

Mo Yunjing had already placed Feng Ming onto the carriage. He came over and took An Xue Tang's hand, "Don't worry, when the time comes, they will return on their own. Let's go home first."

At present, this is the best we can do. An Xuetang nodded slightly, "Well, let's go home."

Having said that, she was helped into the carriage by Mo Yunjing. He asked Shou'er and Kang'er to accompany her, while he himself mounted his horse.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also acted quickly. Those who had horses mounted their steeds, those who had carriages climbed into them, and they began to rush back to the city.

Not long after they left, Yun Rui Shi slowly walked out from somewhere. His bloodthirsty eyes stared at the gradually receding figures.

After a moment, his cold voice said, "Senior brother, should we settle our scores"hat his mother's appearance was exactly the same as in the painting.So, the woman lying in bed at this time is not Mo Yunjing's motherBecause of her appearance, she doesn't look anything like the late...