Chapter 567： This king is not dead in your hands

It was already in the afternoon, and after having been tossing for a long time, Yun Dai was tired, hungry and sad. In the end, she couldn't hold it anymore, and leaned on the horse's stomach and fell asleep.

When Zhao Shu woke up, it was already evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the surroundings, everything is quiet and warm.

He felt a dull pain in his shoulder, but it was not particularly painful. Looking down at himself, the wound was covered with light green cloth layer by layer.

Looking up, the BMW Gale lies on the grass on its side, gnawing the grass carelessly.

Yun Dai and Yan'er were one child and one year old, leaning on their stomachs, sleeping very deeply.

Yan'er was fine, the gorgeous dress on Yun Dai's body was stained with blood everywhere, and her long hair was scattered, softly covering her body.

Her white and snowy face was also stained with blood and dust, like an embarrassed little girl who had just crawled out of a pit.

She didn't seem to be sleeping well, she frowned tightly in her sleep, and there were still tears hanging on her eyelashes.

Zhao Shu's gaze fell on her stomach, and she was silent for a moment, holding the tree with one hand, and climbing up.

Although it was just a simple action, the cold sweat all over his body suddenly came out of pain that involved the wound on his chest.

Only then did he know that his injury was very serious, and the reason why he didn't feel much pain just now was because the medicinal juice Yun Dai drank for him had an effect.

His movements awakened Yun Dai.

Yun Dai immediately opened her eyes, touched Yan'er with one hand, and tightly held a wooden stick with the other.

Zhao Shu clearly saw alertness and extreme insecurity in her eyes.

"It's me." Zhao Shu's low tone came into her ears.

Yundai turned her head to see him, relaxed, put down the stick, stood up with joy, and said, "Master, you are awake!"

She has a huge belly, long hair scattered, and Xue Baiyuan's face is covered with dirt and dust, which is really pitiful.

Zhao Shu supported the tree and grudgingly said with a smile: "It seems that your method of killing chickens and fish is still useful. It is comparable to the level of a military doctor."

Seeing that he still had the heart to make a joke, Yun Dai was mad with joy, even though he meant to laugh at her.

She was really afraid that he would die like this.

"Master, what do you think now?" She went over and asked carefully.

"The wound doesn't hurt much, it's just too weak and dizzy." Zhao Shu answered honestly.

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Don't think that it really doesn't hurt. This is the reason why you drank the painkiller I prepared. Later, the effect will be over and you will suffer."

Zhao Shu sat down again, leaning on the tree, with a smile on his face: "I have suffered more injuries than this, and I can't stand it with no pain."

"I don't know who caused the pain to pass out before?"

"It's because you are too useless, and you can't even pull out the arrows. If the king doesn't take the initiative, he won't die in your hands." Zhao Shu hummed lightly.

Yundai thought of how he drew an arrow to herself, and couldn't help but praise the real man in her heart.

Zhao Shu looked at her up and down: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Yun Dai looked down at herself, feeling exhausted.

But no matter how tired the body is, there is no pain in my heart.

She thought of the tragic death of Yuzhu, of the missing sister Yinger and Yufu, Hongdou and Baoxing, and her heart felt like fried.

Anxious and sad.

If there is an accident between Sister Yinger and Yufu, she doesn't know how to explain to Sister Yunwu, nor does she know how to explain to Empress Dowager and Zhao Yuanjing.