Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Chapter 409 Such a good-looking man?
"What are you afraid of? I have water here. Besides, a girl is a girl. How can she join the army and fight? And the old wound on your neck. I'll apply some ointment to you later, and the scar won't look good."

Ah Jiu insisted on holding her hand and pressing it into the water basin.

Hualing bit the corner of her mouth and stared eagerly at this girl who was about the same age as herself. She was shocked and felt sore. She hadn't been treated as a girl for many years.

When Ah Jiu touched her hand, her heart tightened, but what a beautiful hand was full of calluses and wounds, as rough as an old man in his fifties or sixties.

After she finished washing, Ah Jiu had already prepared the towel and handed it over:
"Wipe it, look how beautiful it is."

Hualing took the towel hesitantly. She hadn't bathed or washed her face for two years.

Her better appearance in the bronze mirror of the dressing table surprised me a bit, and I couldn't help but touch my face with my hand, and then touched it lightly as if I couldn't believe it.

Seeing that she came here suddenly, Ah Jiu seemed to be very restrained and did not speak, so she might as well say more by herself:

"It was Tuobayan who asked you to come. Also, it's inconvenient for you to be a girl in the military camp. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to sleep at night?"

As soon as these words came out, Hua Ling bit her lip and rarely showed the look that a girl should have:

"I'm used to it, I sleep with my clothes on."

"You can take it off here." Ah Jiu took out a ginseng with a smile. There was a mortar in the kitchen, smashed some, and matched it with the dead white peony root in the back garden.

Adding some rice milk can be used to heal the wound.

Ah Jiu was too enthusiastic and she couldn't adapt, so she put the paste at the bottom of the bowl on the dressing table: "You wipe the wound on your neck yourself."

Hualing's eyes flickered with wandering eyes. In all these years, she had never met someone who was so considerate and gentle to her.

To help her forget that she is a girl more often.

Ah Jiu was reluctant to waste the wash water in the basin, although it was black, it could still water the flowers and plants.

Looking back, Hualing was still staring at a certain place in a daze on the spot.

"If you don't paint it, I'll paint it for you?" Ah Jiu said tentatively.

"No, no, I'll do it myself." Sure enough, Hua Ling quickly picked it up and smeared it on her neck.

"I heard from Zhao Kun that you lost the bet with Tuoba Yan?" Ah Jiu said with interest.

"Yes." Hua Ling was confident that she could persuade those Qi soldiers to surrender, but she really murmured about her life-and-death relationship.

"Admit the bet and admit defeat, I will serve you in the future." Hua Ling waved her hand and said cheerfully.

"I don't need your service." Ah Jiu took a small shovel and cultivated some more soil at the root of the white peony root that had dried up for an unknown number of years.

After all, this is spiritual spring water, and it will soon germinate and revive.

"Why? Then don't I have nowhere to go?" Hua Ling's eyes flashed despair, and General Tuoba of the military camp refused to let her go back.

"I mean, I don't need you to take care of me. Letting you live with me, I also feel that you are inconvenient among men, so you should be regarded as sisters."

Ah Jiu patted the soil on the roots.

Hua Ling turned petrified again, and became a sister with the general's wife?
Ah Jiu ignored her, went to the side room and knocked on the door: "Xue Zhen."

"The door is not locked."

Only then did Ah Jiu push the door open, and took out a spiritual ginseng while walking: "I've planted it, how is your cultivation progress?"

Xue Zhen sat cross-legged on the soft couch in the bedroom, dressed in white, he looked more like a fairy than Grandma.

She didn't notice Hualing standing outside the door at all, Hualing didn't know that there was a second person in the Baihuage courtyard.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Hualing thought she was dazzled, how could there be such a good-looking man?

But, why is his hair all white?Did you have some incurable disease?
For things with aura, Xue Zhen naturally couldn't refuse, stuffed ginseng into his sleeve, and took out a stack of yellow paper:
"Take it to Tuoba Yan. These talismans are all blessed with the golden light body protection spell, which can deal with those puppets."

Although he agreed to return to the team and Tuoba's side, it was not his practice who received favors from others, so he naturally had to give back some.

Ah Jiu's pupils shrank, and he took it over to look at it. It was Zhu Youshu's talisman strokes.

Moreover, she could still see the golden and red aura faintly lingering on these talisman papers.

It is said in the book that to draw a talisman, you need Angelica dahurica and cinnabar as ink. After all, cinnabar is poisonous but also a substance of pure yang. It seems that the red light is the aura of this cinnabar.

But why did she draw it herself in the middle of the night without any real energy flowing on it?

Seeing her, Xue Zhen was stunned and added: "This gift is not enough?"

(End of this chapter)