C6

"Follow me back to the manor, I'll find someone to treat your poison." "How about it?" Although it was a tone of discussion, the man had no attitude of discussion.

He suddenly turned around as if he was eating a dead Feng Feixuan wouldn't kill him, and directly ignored the short knife on his back as he grabbed Feng Feixuan who was just inches away from him and pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" This extremely weak and dilapidated body caused Feng Feixuan's reaction to be half a beat slower. In the blink of an eye, she found herself in a warm embrace, her neck already tightly gripped by someone.

She struggled with all her might as every move viciously struck towards the man's vitals. However, he had long since been prepared and easily dodged her attacks. With his speed, with Feng Feixuan's current eyesight, she was unable to see his movements clearly.

"What a spicy beauty." With one hand, the man held Feng Feixuan's restless hands behind her back. With the other hand, he carelessly touched her pale face, lightly smiled, and said, "The feeling of a hand is not bad as well."

"Go die …" Feng Feixuan's rage was unforgivable as she raised her head and sharply stared at the man who looked like a demon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, wishing that it could crush him into pieces.

Yes, monster. If the smile on the side of his face just now was said to be cunning and evil, then at this moment, his narrow phoenix eyes were half closed. The lines were as clear as eyeliner, causing his eyes to be filled with an enchanting look.

His clothes were scattered about, revealing his perfect collarbone. His thin but exquisite chest was faintly discernible, attracting many thoughts. If he wasn't a monster, what else could he be?

Feng Feixuan had accidentally seen her face in the mirror yesterday, and the beauty of it caused her to be shocked for a very long time. Until she had just woken up in the lake, she had even narcissistically shone her eyes on the lake's surface, conveniently washing away the filth on her face. She thought that her face was already very beautiful, but she didn't expect that in front of this man, it was just mud.

"What? Little beauty, you want to get engaged?" The man stared flawlessly at Feng Feixuan's dazed eyes. The blurry eyes of Feng Feixuan earlier had actually been tainted with a trace of greed.

"Pfft, beast." Feng Feixuan was enraged, and the only thing she could do was to raise her legs and furiously chop at the man's head. This kick had almost exhausted all of her strength, and her speed was actually not any slower than an expert with a strong inner strength.

However, the man effortlessly caught her leg with one hand. Meanwhile, the strong current of air that surrounded her practically engulfed her, and only at this moment did Feng Feixuan realize how deep his cultivation was. She had to admit that the short knife that was aimed at his heart earlier was of no threat at all to him.

The man raised his eyebrows. His almond-shaped eyes suddenly filled with a sinister coldness, "Have you had enough fun? If you don't want to die, obediently follow me home. Seeing that you still have some beauty left, I'll find a doctor to treat you. If you get angry again, I'm afraid you will die of exhaustion before you can even return to the capital. "

Feng Feixuan gritted her teeth and unwillingly closed her eyes. If they couldn't defeat him, they had to submit to his orders. They had to either die or find an opportunity to counterattack. This was the rule of survival on the battlefield as a soldier.

Moreover, she was already exhausted. If she got angry again, the worry grass on her body would engulf her. Ha! He had just left the den of tigers and entered the den of wolves. This was truly a bad luck. Right now, even if she resisted to the death, it would be useless. Her only option was to follow this devilish man back to the capital, dispel the poison in her body, and then wait for an opportunity to leave.

As for whether or not the man really wanted to save her, who was he? What goal did he have? He would wait until she had rested enough before making any further plans.

Just like this, Feng Feixuan carelessly fell asleep in the man's arms.

Ice jade-like skin, no makeup but the color of the morning light reflected in the snow. The wide black robe covered her body, but it could not hide the scars all over her body. Now that he saw the beautiful woman in his arms sleeping peacefully, with long eyebrows that touched the heart, he couldn't help but want to get close to her.

"Master, let Mother Shu bandage your wounds." The girl in the corner finally had the courage, but she didn't understand why the man would so easily forgive the female thief who had injured him, and why he would be so absent-minded towards this slovenly girl that couldn't even see her appearance.

The man seemed to be startled as he recovered and lazily replied, "It's alright." "First help her clean her wounds."

Lifting up her slender hands, she saw that there were countless wounds on her body. Obviously, she had been repeatedly cut, cut, or soaked in water. The blood was completely gone, and only her flesh had turned white as she looked at her bones. His right thumb was wrapped in a piece of black cloth, seeming to be extremely injured.

What kind of woman was this, and what kind of background and story did she have? The wounds and poison in his body seemed to have crawled out from the gates of hell.

Nearby was the famous Mount Death, the Broken Margin Mountain. Without a doubt, she had escaped from that place. She only had agile movements, but no internal force to support herself. How did she manage to do that?

The man's eyes were deep and profound as he looked at the mountains in the distance. His keen senses made him seem as if he sensed an unusual plot. And this woman was the key.

"Yes." When Mother Shu was born, she took out the top-grade Golden Sore Medicine and a set of gauze that she had prepared along the way. She first carefully cleaned the wounds on Feng Feixuan's hands before sprinkling a layer of Golden Sore Medicine powder on them.

"Shh …" Perhaps it was pain, but the sleeping Feng Feixuan frowned as she abruptly opened her eyes. Surprisingly, there was not the slightest bit of drowsiness from waking up in her beautiful eyes. Instead, her eyes were sharp and cold. She was so frightened that she was completely unprepared, and her heart was trembling in fear.

The man who was dozing off said carelessly, "Don't worry, I'll just ask Mother Shu to bandage your wound." "Otherwise, you will get scars from the inflammation. Such a good-looking hand will be crippled."

Listening to the man's words, Feng Feixuan saw that the wound on her palm had indeed been cleaned up. The powder that was sprinkled on was just the initial stimulation, and it was slowly absorbed later on. The wound didn't seem to be so malevolent and painful anymore. The ring that she had wrapped around her finger hadn't gotten hot either, which seemed to prove that there was no danger.

Seeing this, Feng Feixuan relaxed and said to Mother Shu, "Thank you." She, Feng Feixuan, was not a cold-blooded and heartless person, so she would naturally not repay favors or enmity with people who helped her.

Mother Shu gently shook her head, thinking that she had given her permission. She continued to walk forward to help Feng Feixuan remove the black cloth on her thumb, wanting to clean up her last and most serious wound.

But who would've thought that Feng Feixuan, who had just come down, would swiftly withdraw her hands and refuse. "This place is fine, there's no need to apply the medicine."

She still hadn't figured out what had happened to the ring on her finger. She didn't want anyone to find out it was special.