Chapter 1380

Jing Lingxing also came down. Duanmuya looked back to God, jumped over and fell in front of them.

"Why did you all come down?" Pan Xiangan was obviously still a little frightened. "These insects are cunning. If they just pretend to escape, is it for us to come down?"

"No."

Jing Jiexing stared at Duanmu Ya with profound meaning and smiled: "at least, if there is a Gongyu childe, it won't."

Duanmu Ya looked at the eyes under the hat yarn and narrowed slightly, "how do you say this, childe Jing?"

Jing Jiexing glanced at her and smiled: "my intuition told me so. As for why..." he glanced her up and down, and his eyes finally fell on her waist, the original Heavenly Sword he had never seen before.

His eyes narrowed.

Warm eyes, a sharp light flashed away.

Duanmu yawang is very familiar with such eyes. Only the eyes of really smart people will show such light.

She held the handle of Yuandong Tianjian and smiled coldly: "don't you think it's too rude to stare at other people's things like this, Mr. Jing?"

"Sorry."

Jing Jiexing returned to his senses, gave a formal salute to Duanmu yawang, and solemnly said, "Jing didn't mean to offend, but the childe's sword. Jiexing looked really amazing."

"Oh?"

Jing picked the star and said, "young master, this sword has the smell of ancient black iron. It should be made of ancient black iron. It's hard to find such a sword in the world."

Duanmu yawang raised his eyebrow. "Mr. Jing said that my sword was made of ancient black iron? Mr. Jing knows something about sword forging?"

"No."

Jing zhaixing shook his head, "it's just that Jing was lucky to have seen an ancient black iron. They have such a unique and thick smell, so Jing guessed so."

Then he looked at her with fixed eyes and confirmed with her: "I don't know if Jing is right?"

"No."

Duanmu yawang had not opened his mouth. Yin Huiyin, who was still practicing, opened his eyes and said, "black iron can't forge such a sword."

"Huh?"

Duanmu Ya looked up and was about to ask Yan Huiyin what to say, and Yan Huiyin closed her eyes again.

“……”

Duanmu yawang was helpless. When he came to his mouth, he took it back.

Jing Jiexing saw that she had not opened her mouth, "Gongyu childe, is Jing wrong?"

"Young master Jing is really wrong." Duanmu yawang said with a smile: "I was born in a small country. I don't know what black iron is. Such a good thing can't fall into my hand. Young master Miao praised my sword."

"Really?"

The Jing picked the star and frowned. The dryland was a little suspicious.

Duanmu Ya looked at the dish, whether he believed it or not, heard a painful groan, followed the sound, and saw that the man who had been covered with shell insects was twitching in pain.

Duanmu yawang hurried forward and saw that his lips vomited blood. At the moment, the places below his neck were blurred with blood and flesh, and the skin on his body was eroding. At the moment, it was dripping with blood.

Like a bloody man.

At the moment, the man looked at Duanmu yawang painfully. The bottom of his eyes was full of begging color. He said painfully: "please, please... Save, save..."

"Don't talk yet."

Duanmu yawang squatted down, raised the torch to the man and observed the wound carefully.

"Gongyu, can you save him?"

Pan Xiangan jumped down from the tree behind his cousin's back, looking forward to staring at Duanmu ya.

"I don't know yet."

Duanmu Ya looked at her frown and subconsciously wanted to reach out to feel the pulse for the man, but the skin on his hand was bloody and flesh blurred, so he couldn't start.

She looked at the torch in the guide's hand and asked, "is anyone willing to lift the torch for me?"

"I'll come!"

Pan Xiangan immediately volunteered and threw his cousin on his back into a tree.

Cousin frowned twice, but didn't wake up.

"If someone else is a patient, you can't take it lightly?" it's Duan Muya Wang's patient. Duan Muya Wang can't see the patient with thirst.

"His life is hard. He can't die."

Pan Xiangan grabbed the torch in Duanmu yawang's hand and groaned unhappily: "you don't know, Gongyu. After he woke up, he didn't know how good his energy was. He could point at me and scold me for all my previous embarrassments to the big family. I have no face."

Duanmu yawang couldn't help laughing.

However, I didn't get entangled in this matter anymore.

She immediately put down the heaven and earth bag and took out two large bottles of disinfectant from it.

She glanced at the patient, unpacked the disinfectant, took out four small bottles of glass medicine, poured it into the disinfectant, covered the cover and shook it evenly, took out scissors and cut off the broken clothes on the patient.

The patient looked at me with a blank face.

Apart from Pan Xiangan, no one has seen such strange things in Duanmu yawang's hands, including all the brothers and sisters of Jing Jiexing, who curiously surrounded and asked: "Gongyu, what are you?"

"Potion."

"..." it's like saying nothing!

What they want to know is why her medicine is so unique?

They haven't seen it at all!

Duanmu yawang didn't want to explain and didn't have time to explain to them, so he blocked their mouths with these two words and told them not to bother her at this time.

After cutting off the clothes on the patient, she poured the special disinfectant on the patient.

"Oh!"

The patient groaned with pain at once.

At the same time, he was irrigated with water, and black bubbles appeared.

"Ah!"

The onlookers were so shocked that they cried out.

Duanmu yawang didn't take care of it. He thought that there was another person nearby who was also crawled by the shell insect. His two trouser legs were also broken at the moment. When a bottle of potion was used to the rest, he handed it to him, "clean your wound, too."

The man was sitting under a tree. His legs were so painful that he was almost unconscious. He also wanted to be treated.

However, he also knew that his situation was far less serious than that of another person.

He dared not say anything rashly.

But I always feel forgotten and sad.

But unexpectedly, Duanmu yawang handed him a bottle of potion at this time.

He was shocked and shocked by Duanmu yawang's treatment. When the medicine bottle was handed to him, he couldn't react.

Duanmu Ya looked and frowned, "if you want, take it quickly."

"Oh."

The man regained his consciousness and quickly took the medicine bottle. He felt as if he had been scalded by something. He was so warm that he wanted to cry: "thank you, childe."

Duanmu yawang didn't answer, but said, "it's inconvenient for him to do it himself. Go and help him with one or two of you." after that, she took out a pair of scissors and threw them on the tray, indicating that whoever needs help will take them.