Han Jing: "I have checked it, and there are a lot of people. However, more than a dozen people were slightly injured. The two were infected with the poisonous fog of the Blood Sect, and it is difficult to get serious injuries."

Feng Rugu's eyelids moved, indicating that he knew.

Han Jing knew that he was exhausted for everyone to retreat, and did not tease him and whispered to him: "I think we were discovered that it has nothing to do with Lin Xuejing."

"The purpose of his visit to us is particularly clear, not like lying. In the past ten days, he has been sick at home and has not conveyed information to the outside world. He can't find any problems with the medicine and water he gave us. Even if he colluded with Ding You, why should he wait for us to recover for more than ten days and then take action?"

"The question is, how exactly are we exposed."

"We have been at home for the past few days, and we have not left the house. The surroundings of the other yard are particularly quiet, so no one will visit them easily. After hearing the storm of the demonic Taoist sect, Lin Xuejing bought a lot in advance and hid it in the cellar, so that it would not cause doubts at this point; we have all reached the realm of fasting, and there is no need for food... I think about it..."

Feng Rugu whispered: "…shui."

Han Jing touched his forehead: "Yes, I guess it's because of water."

"Lin Xuejing lives alone in a separate courtyard, but we have more than a hundred people. We live and change the clothes and wash the wounds, and we cannot do without water at all. Here we are a little far from the river. If we collect a lot of water, it will be a matter of time before we get noticed."

Feng Rugu said silly.

Han Jing's expression was lowered: "I should have thought of this a long time ago."

Feng Rugu heard his voice tremble slightly, and couldn't help but be surprised. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Han Jing was already filled with tears.

Fortunately, he had a good appearance and his face was not distorted by grief. He just sat there quietly with red eyes.

Feng Rugu put his thigh on his thigh and twisted his body: "Senior Brother Han, you are still so worried."

Han Jing: "Sorry. I... I really can't think of a solution. Our whereabouts are revealed, and the demonic path will soon chase you. More and more people will be hurt, and the situation will only get worse and worse."

"We lack the most time now." Feng Rugu didn't worry about anything, and said, "As long as we can hold on until Master and the others come."

Han Jing lowered his head and said, "Three Flowers are seriously injured. I still have enough swordsmanship to protect myself, but I can't help you more."

"This is also worthy of your grief?" Feng Rugu said with a smile, "Senior brother is good-minded, just give advice."

Han Jing smiled bitterly: "When it reaches this point, wisdom is useless."

Feng Rugu was so tired that he closed his eyes again: "It's okay, I have everything."

Han Jing: "You can't just let you survive. I am your brother, so I should protect you for Boning."

Feng Rugu: "Senior Brother Han, you are too worried. Senior Brother didn't ask you to protect me."

Han Jing insisted: "If you have something to do, he will be sad for the rest of his life."

Feng Rugu's voice was already filled with a half-awake and half-sleeping nasal voice: "Senior Brother Han, so are you."

Han Jing smiled softly: "I know he, he won't. I am just his fellow Taoist, you are his relative."

Feng Rugu couldn't even hear the sound clearly in his ears, and he said vaguely: "Don't think about it all, I'll borrow your legs to sleep."

Han Jing slowly combed Feng Rugu's hair, which was strangled with blood, with his fingertips, and said to himself: "Rugu, I have a way, which may help you..."

However, before a whisper could be finished, a thunder thunder rose up from the ground.

Wen Chen strode forward and said angrily: "Feng Ruyuan!"

Feng Rugu was about to end his energy and was about to fall asleep, but was woken up by someone, and half of his head started to feel sore.

He turned over and sat up: "What are you calling your father for?"

"You killed us!" Wen Chen walked up to him, his teeth grinding his heart, "I said at the beginning, you can't go into the city! That Lin Xuejing can't believe it!"

Feng Rugu pressed his elbow on his knee: "Then you can't go with us."

Wen Chen was so angry that he was overwhelmed: "You are the Order Officer of the Donghuang Sacrifice. Your name and identity are here. If you want to leave, all the people will follow you because you trust you. I don't want the team to be separated, so I followed you!"

As he said that, Wen Chen's hands holding the sword were shaking: "...What's the result?! They were all so seriously injured, don't you feel guilty?"

Feng Rugu lay down again: "I have time to feel guilty, so it's better to sleep for a while."

Wen Chen ate a soft nail and even bit her teeth and said, "Get up!"

Han Jing knew that Wen Chen was very angry because he saw a serious injury and his mood was floating. In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, he immediately planned to mediate: "Wen..."

As soon as the words started, the fanatical and angry shouts of killing resounded throughout the fields.

——The devil is coming!

Feng Rugu, who had just lying down, had to turn over and sit up. When he stood up with his two swords, his feet couldn't help but soften, and staggered for two steps before he stood firm with Han Jing's support.

Han Jing tightened his hand holding his arm, as if he had made up some decision.
Chapter completed!