When Risong came back to his senses that day, he saw the face of a delicate and charming girl.

The distance was so close that under the sunlight, her delicate skin had a pinkish halo, just as enchanting and charming as the peach blossoms on the Ussuri River in spring.

"Beautiful girl, you are like the peach blossoms in March..."

"Snapped!"

A slap on his shoulder.

"You are about to be stabbed into a honeycomb, are you still talking nonsense?"

Yang Ruoqing glared at Na Risong angrily, feeling as if she hated the iron.

But at this moment, the whip in her hand never stopped.

A strong wind whipped up around him, blocking waves of attacks for him.

When Risong came back to his senses, he realized that he had been protected by a woman.

The blood of the northern man boiled instantly.

His tiger body trembled and he shouted: "If you have anything to do with me, don't hurt this woman!"

He picked up the fallen weapon on the ground and charged forward again.

This time, he was like a human harvester, invincible.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, what a wild bull!

"Qing'er, are you okay?"

After Luo Fengtang got rid of the men in black over there, he jumped to Yang Ruoqing's side.

"I'm fine, come and kill together!"

Yang Ruoqing, Luo Fengtang, and Narisong were each other's horns, and they rushed towards each other.

There were also warriors sent by the great elder to help.

Soon, more than half of the men in black were killed or injured, and the rest, seeing that the momentum was not good, turned around and retreated.

However, before they ran out of the arena, a large number of warriors suddenly poured out of the arena.

Yang Ruoqing finally understood why there were not many warriors rushing to help. It turned out that the great elder used more manpower to set up a dragnet in the outfield.

The remaining men in black here are nothing to fear.

Luo Fengtang grabbed the red-eyed Narisong and said, "The wound on your arm must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be serious!"

The tense mood relaxed a little, and Narisong noticed his left arm.

Bones can be seen deep in one of the incisions.

The blood had already soaked that area.

"hiss……"

He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Quick, go over there!"

Luo Fengtang dragged Na Risong out of the killing circle, and Yang Ruoqing almost gave up chasing after him.

Luo Fengtang helped Na Risong to the back of a yurt here and asked him to sit down.

"Is there any wine?" he asked.

Narisong was so painful that his face turned pale, "Yes!"

He took off the wine bottle hanging from the top and handed it to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang held the wine bottle in one hand and Narisong's arm in the other, thinking about what to do next.

Yang Ruoqing took the wine bottle from his hand: "I'll do all this work."

She didn't know how much she had done to heal wolves, even with her eyes closed.

Luo Fengtang said: "Okay, then I'll go over there and call his subordinates over."

Luo Fengtang got up and ran away.

Here, Yang Ruoqing squatted down in front of Narisong.

She glanced at Narisong and found that Narisong was also looking at her.

Even though his face turned pale and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, he still couldn't stop his burning eyes.

"If you look at my aunt with such a lewd look again, my aunt will definitely pluck out your eyeballs!"

Yang Ruoqing said fiercely.

Risong was stunned for a moment, his head covered with black lines.

"You look at Wen Wen as a weak person. Why did you say something so self-destructive?" he asked in confusion.

"Humph, you don't understand my sister's tenderness!"

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corner of her mouth and exerted force with her hand.

"Hey..."

Half of Risong's sleeves were pulled off by her, revealing her strong and strong arms.

The muscles in my arms...tsk, tsk, it looks like they've been on steroids.

"It seems that you like strong men very much?"

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's eyes lingering on her arm muscles, Risong asked a little proudly.

I also secretly worked hard, trying to make my arm muscles look more perfect.

When he touched the wound, he took another deep breath.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and poured half of the wine in the jug in her hand onto Narisong's wound.

This is the strongest wine.

The corner of her mouth twitched when she heard the sizzling sound when she touched the wound.

Not to mention it was loose that day.

His body tensed up suddenly, and he almost carried it away in one breath.

"Don't you think you are very strong? You can't bear this little pain?"

She picked up the sleeve cloth that fell on the ground and wiped his wound with the strong alcohol.

The movements are not gentle at all.

The pain was so painful that Risong's facial features were distorted.

"No, it doesn't hurt!" he said through gritted teeth.

Trembling all over.

This southern woman can't afford to offend her, she needs revenge, sheer revenge!

Yang Ruoqing ignored him and applied the hemostatic powder she brought to his wound.

"I like strong men, but I don't like mindless bullshit."

She said while treating the wound.

"That group of men in black is clearly here to assassinate you,"

"You are still throwing yourself into a pile of them alone? Are you looking for death?" she said.

Risong calmed down a little that day. After hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, he recalled what happened before.

His arrogant and unruly eyebrows knitted together.

"You bastards, how dare you attack me, Lord Risong, I will never let them go...hiss..."

Before he finished speaking, he whispered again.

At first glance, it was Yang Ruoqing pinching the bones near his wound.

"Does it hurt in here?" she asked while squeezing.

That Risong shook his head.

Yang Ruoqing retracted her hand and said, "Sure, no muscles or bones were hurt."

She pulled out a clean handkerchief and tied his wound tightly.

"Do not touch the wound with water within three days, and do not drink alcohol within three days."

After explaining this, she picked up the wine bottle, turned sideways and washed her hands with the remaining wine.

Risong sat up and looked at her: "Is this the end?"

She glanced sideways at him: "Well, what else do you want?"

Risong looked at the wound on his arm that day and suddenly felt a little disappointed.
To be continued...