Fengwu Jiangshan: The hot wolf princess is too evil

She was too cruel to herself, even if the wound was soaked in cold water and the pain was numb, she would do the same.

Otherwise, life will be lost...

I don't know how long I walked, my whole body's senses were numb, and my legs were as heavy as if filled with lead, but driven by instinct, I still moved forward like a machine.

Suddenly, her feet accidentally stepped on a stone on the ground, and she threw herself forward and fell down. She had no strength to get up again, and could only be washed downstream by the stream.

Countless amounts of water poured into the eyes, ears, mouth and nose in an instant, and the eyes turned black.

She won't die, and if she survived so desperately, she will definitely not die here so easily.

One hand tenaciously grabbed the water plants, trying to stand up.

However, at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps.

Wei Ning's heart tightened, did people from the Nether Realm chase after him?

"Master, come and see, there is someone here." A clear boy's voice sounded, and immediately after, the dense aquatic plants were pushed away, and a fat boy was looking at her with a pair of curious eyes.

He was injured so badly, yet he still didn't die.

If it weren't for the sound of water plants shaking, I really wouldn't have noticed that there was a person here.

Wei Ning raised her head and glanced at him, some kind of sharp light shot out, startling the young man slightly.

"It seems that you are not far from death." As he said that, the fat boy turned his head and asked, "Master, this man is dying, so he can be your test subject."

There was a rustle in the grass, and a moment later, a crooked and ugly old man leaned over, with a black crutch that was twisted like an old tree root in his hand, and poked at the wound on Unning's back.

She gritted her teeth, but still broke out in cold sweat from the pain.

Damn!

Where did this ugly old man come from?

"Take it away." The old man's hoarse voice was like a rusty saw being pulled on a stone, making one's scalp numb.

Hearing his voice, the fat boy reached out his hand unceremoniously, grabbed Wei Ning's arms and shoulders, dragged her up, and carried her on his shoulders.

He acted so rudely, completely ignoring her, the wound was torn open, and she was dizzy from the pain.

The master and the apprentice walked in front of each other, the old man in front wriggled like a worm while walking, this young man looked somewhat heroic, but unfortunately he was a little too fat.

But being fat is not all a bad thing, at least, Wei Ning is still very comfortable lying on his fleshy shoulders.

Now that she has no strength to resist, if it is not supported by her natural strong willpower, she may have died long ago.

Her mind was dizzy, her eyes were not clear, and she didn't know how long she had been walking. She smelled a strong scent of herbs, with a faint smell of blood that could not be described.

The fat boy put her down and threw her aside roughly.

The ugly old man said hoarsely, "Don't let her die."

After saying this sentence, he walked slowly into a room with a cane.

Wei Ning half-opened her eyes, couldn't see clearly, only vaguely saw the fat boy walking towards her with a handful of herbs.

He took a stone mortar, which was so dirty that there were countless herbs and dust in it, but he smashed the herbs in it, and then pressed it on Uncongealed back casually.

She gasped in pain, but the fat boy sneered: "Does it hurt? It will hurt even more in the future."