Bai Mingwei asked: "Why have you prepared so much?"

Feng Qingchen smiled and said, "Little girl, this is a basic means of survival. You must always keep water, food and fire when you go out."

Bai Mingwei used his sword to pull the fire closer to Feng Qingchen. She took out a bottle of wound medicine, which was one of the bottles given by Feng Qingchen.

This bottle of medicine has healed the wounds left by Huo Shixun on her body, so that she did not suffer too much.

She said, "Touch your hand out and I'll give you medicine."

Feng Qingchen picked up his sleeves and handed over.

The back of the hand hit the sharp rock wall, and the red blood was ripped in this fashion, and blood scabs had formed in some places.

The flesh is rolled up, hideous and terrifying.

Bai Ming carefully picked out the gravel inside, cleaned the wound with a little water, and applied the medicine to the wound.

Finally, she wrapped the wound with a veil.

This hand should have been beautiful.

The finger bones are slender and distinctive, but the scars are everywhere, which have long destroyed the beauty.

But there is no doubt that this is a very beautiful hand.

"Can you move? I'll show you the back." Bai Mingwei capped the bottle plug and asked again.

Feng Qingchen did not refuse, nor did he say anything that made Bai Ming slightly embarrassed.

He moved his body with difficulty, turned his back to Bai Mingwei, and unbuttoned the belt around his waist.

The wide robe took off, revealing his not very burly but very strong arms.

Every inch of his muscles was as if carefully calculated and grew just right.

A little more may be too strong.

One point is not great enough.

This body is as impeccable as his appearance.

only……

Bai Mingwei only took a look and couldn't bear to look again.

Because there were more scars on his back than the back of his hands.

It is densely packed and covered with the entire back.

And under the old wound, another bruise was added.

The skin on the wound was swollen, with shocking green and purple. It was obvious that this was left after hitting the rock wall just now.

On the shoulder, the sword wound that was stabbed by Qin Huan has not healed yet, and the scabbed skin is faintly red.

Bai Mingwei reached out to touch the place he had just hit, trying to confirm whether his ribs were broken.

As soon as it touches the skin, the wind and dust tremble heavily.

Bai Mingwei quickly withdrew his hand: "Did you hurt?"

Feng Qingchen shook his head: "It's your hands that are too cold."

"Sorry." Bai Ming rubbed his hands quickly, trying to rub and warm up his cold hands.

Feng Qingchen had no choice but to say: "Little girl, when your hands get hot, I may get cold. Just apply medicine to me like this, it won't be a problem."

Bai Mingwei said: "Look at these traces, I'm afraid I'm hurting my bones."

Feng Qingchen shook his head: "If it breaks, I will definitely hear the 'crack' sound. I didn't hear it just now, and I think it's not broken."

Bai Mingwei did not answer the conversation and poured the medicine into his palm.

She covered her palms on Feng Qingchen's back and gently rubbed her, with the force from small to large, rubbing the medicine that promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis into her skin.

Feng Qingchen smiled and said, "Your hand is very strong. It seems that the dislocated injury of your arm has almost healed."

Bai Mingwei said: "Your medicine is very good. You only have two or three days to feel pain. You just feel something when you do big movements. You have almost recovered."

Feng Qingchen asked her: "You still have a bloody smell on your body, and your wounds are broken?"

Bai Mingwei said: "It only oozed a little blood and it was cured soon."

Feng Qingchen sighed: "Don't ignore it. The body and mind are your own. You must know how to be responsible for them."

Bai Mingwei did not respond, his eyes stayed on the scarred back, and remained silent for a long time.

Even if a stranger stood in front of her and showed so many scars, she would be heartbroken.

What's more, at this time she had regarded Feng Qingchen as a partner who fought side by side.

Although she had many doubts about Feng Qingchen's identity, Feng Qingchen became a person worthy of her breaking.

Seeing these scars, she couldn't stand it.

She couldn't imagine how many injuries she had left so many traces.

Who did such a cruel thing to this man? He didn't even have a good piece of land on his body.

"Do you like my body?"

The sudden sound pulled Bai Mingwei's thoughts back.

Bai Mingwei was angry: "Nothing is said!"

Feng Qingchen smiled: "If not, why did you think so long?"

Bai Mingwei explained: "I just want to see if the bones are injured."

Feng Qingchen smiled softly: "Can that be distinguished with eyes?"

Bai Mingwei ignored him and fell into silence as usual.

Feng Qingchen said again: "If you like it, just find a sunny day for you to appreciate it, but now I'm very cold."

Bai Mingwei quickly pulled his clothes up for him, then sat aside, a little distance from him.

Feng Qingchen slowly tied his belt, and a stream of heat rushed around in his clothes, wrapped in the smell of fragrant medicine.

He turned around, his movements were obviously much easier than before.

I think the pain caused by the collision/hit has been relieved at this time.

After a long time, Bai Mingwei's voice could not be heard, he raised the corners of his lips again: "Little girl, I'm still very cold when I put on clothes. We snuggle up to each other to keep warm, how about it?"

"No." Bai Mingwei took off the cloak and handed it to him, "It would be better if you wrap it in the cloak."

Feng Qingchen pushed the cloak back: "I'm teasing you, can't you feel the heat of my body when you apply medicine to me?"

"Your body is cold, it's better for you to put it on. If you catch a cold, I will take care of you then."

Bai Mingwei did not be polite to him, and wrapped his cloak on himself again and began to think about getting out of trouble: "I don't know how much snow is covered with the entrance of the cave. If it is less, you can use the sword energy to shake it open."

Feng Qingchen held the little white marten and said in a moment: "Xiaobai said that the snow is very thick, almost filling the entire narrow corridor. It cannot be shaken open with a sword or dig it out."

Bai Mingwei looked at him listening carefully to the little white moose's words and couldn't help but wonder: "Can you really understand what it says?"

Feng Qingchen shook his head: "There are language barriers between people, not to mention humans and animals. No one has ever taught me mink language. How can I understand it?"

Bai Ming frowned slightly: "Then how do you know what it is talking about?"

Feng Qingchen put Xiaobai in his arms: "For a long time, I depended on Xiaobai for life. Xiaobai is very spiritual and can express what it sees and hears."

"At the beginning, I could roughly guess what it expressed based on some of its movements and calls; later, after getting along for a long time, I naturally understood what it was expressing."

"But this understanding is not about understanding its language, it is more like a kind of tacit understanding that is in harmony. It helps me a lot and has been with me for the longest time, so I treat it as a close friend."

When he said this, his tone was very calm.

It is precisely because of calm that people can feel that there is unknown sadness behind these words.

Bai Mingwei reached out and touched the little white marquis' head: "I'm glad to have it with you all the time when you were in the trough."

"I am also very grateful for your help to me at my lowest point, so I treat you as a friend."
Chapter completed!