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Late at night, Nan Zhijun and Murong Jue sat beside the bonfire. Murong Jue's wound was only simply bandaged; Nan Zhijun didn't fall asleep. She sat to the side, guarding Murong Jue.

After all, it was winter and the moon. Murong Jue's wounds were very severe. It would be bad if the smell of blood attracted some jackals and wild beasts.

Perhaps it was due to the injuries on his body