Yaomei Wushuang

Chapter 291
Chuck's injury looked scary, but in Yan Fei's eyes, it was really nothing. It was much lighter than the injuries caused by life and death fights between monks, and they were just flesh and blood injuries.

But Jiulang was different. Seeing his father wounded like this, covered in blood, he was instantly frightened and dumbfounded. He just stood there staring blankly, his eyes fixed.

"Your Majesty the Demon Lord! How did you get hurt so badly!" The old lady next door walked over tremblingly, and exclaimed: "This, this condition can't be cured, and I'm going to lie on the bed from now on. What can people do with this?"

In fact, it is not only Chuck and his son who are having a hard time. As the leading hunter in this small village, if Chuck is paralyzed on the bed and cannot continue hunting, the whole village will suffer a huge loss.

Jiulang was awakened by the old lady's words to fly away, and cried out with a cry, and rushed forward: "Father!"

Yan Fei frowned, Chuck had already broken his leg, how could he bear the impact of this half-sized guy, stretched out a hand to easily pick up Jiulang who was rushing over, and let the opponent stretch his teeth and claws in mid-air Li Puteng: "Be honest, you still plan to make your father hurt even more, don't you?"

Jiulang's face was covered with tears and snot, and he stopped talking immediately when he heard the words, and looked at Yan Fei eagerly: "My lord, can you save my father?"

"Huh?" Yan Fei brought the dirty little thing over and stared at those dark eyes: "I said boy, don't push yourself too hard! I've made an exception for saving your father."

Chuck saw his only son being picked up by the nobleman like a little chicken, and he dared to talk to the nobleman like this, and suddenly became anxious: "Kurang! Don't talk nonsense! How did I teach you? , When you meet a nobleman, be polite!"

As soon as Yan Fei let go, Jiulang fell face down on the ground with a slap, and slowly got up like a tortoise with four legs upturned: "Father, I'm not rude."

The village head of Xiaozhuang Village is a middle-aged man, with a thick back and waist, but one leg is missing, and he is crutched with one hand. With a glance at the black pattern, he felt a thump in his heart. He threw away the crutch in his hand, knelt down on the ground with one leg, and saluted: "Little man Wu Tantu, welcome to your lord! Welcome to Xiaozhuang Village, lord."

How could the top aristocrat appear in such a poor place where nothing shit happens? Could it be that his affairs were exposed in the first place?If a kind of countryman is implicated, his sins cannot be washed away.

Yan Fei didn't know that the patterns on her face frightened a person who had been buried for most of her life for no reason, and waved her hands: "Get up, there are still a few people who haven't come back, it is said that they are looking for helpers, you can find them yourself People find people."

As if it had nothing to do with him, Wu Tantu breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowed obediently and got up, and immediately called people to search for people in the nearby villages, and brought back the few people who went out to ask for help.

Here, Chuck was sent to the broken room, where there was only a lame bed, with a stone under the broken leg, and the bedding was clean, but pitifully thin.

Wu Tantu watched the villagers crowding around full of curiosity and refused to disperse, fearing that they would offend the nobles, he drove all the people back, and walked up to Yan Fei by himself: "My lord, it's getting late, my lord may wish It will be a night at the villain's house..." His house is considered the best in this village, and it was built by myself bit by bit, at least it is a stone building.

Yan Fei looked at the horrific situation in the village speechlessly, and shook his head: "Forget it, you all go back, I will leave in a while, and your lord probably won't let me stay here."

That's right, Wu Tantu has already learned from Chuck that the nobleman shot and killed the monster, which is considered to have saved Lord Tumu's life, and the other party is a top nobleman, that fat man will never let it go. If you have a chance to curry favor with me, I will come to invite you in person in a while.

Jiulang's hands and feet ran out of hot water, and he cleaned his father's wound with red eyes. The wound was actually not big, it was the place bitten by the sharp teeth of the armored mouse, but the bones and muscles inside were all bitten off. The injury, and they couldn't afford to hire a witch doctor in the town, so the leg was basically useless.

Seeing his son crying, Chuck felt uncomfortable: "It's thanks to the nobleman that I can save my life. In the future, my father will teach you well. After you learn the skills of your father, you can also support your family."

As he said that, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. The child is still so young, and it is still a long way to go hunting in the mountains, but his leg is disabled, so there is no way to continue hunting. Teach others your own skills, and ask them to feed and support the father and son, knowing that Jiulang can be independent.

The father and son couldn't help crying, and the dilapidated house was suddenly gloomy.

Yan Fei walked in, and after seeing the situation of the two of them, he understood what was going on, and without saying anything, he grabbed Chuck's leg with a broken bone, and pressed his fingers on the broken bone.

Chuck suddenly screamed, and Jiulang jumped up like a frightened rabbit, and looked at Yan Fei with full vigilance: "My lord, what are you going to do?"

"Such a small injury will cause death." Yan Fei was speechless. Fortunately, the teeth of the mouse-like monster were not poisonous, otherwise Chuck would have died long ago. This small injury can also call them As if he couldn't live anymore: "Boy, help wash the wound, go out and find two long wooden planks."

As soon as Jiulang heard this, hopeful starlight appeared in his eyes, and he ran out. After a while, he came back panting, holding two long wooden boards in his hands, and his forehead was already covered with fine and dense bruises. Dense beads of sweat.

Yan Fei took the wooden board: "First, clean up the blood and dust on your father's legs, and clean the gauze... Forget it, I'll figure out a way for this." How can someone who has even become a problem with clothes have a problem? Clean gauze?
Kuro's face turned red immediately, and he felt very embarrassed to show his poverty in front of such a beautiful noble lady, so he quickly lowered his head and carefully helped Chuck remove the dirty blood, dust and gravel from his legs. The class is scrubbed clean.

Yan Fei had the clean gauze in his hand, and quickly took it out. Over there, Jiulang had already helped Chuck clean the wound, and looked at her eagerly. Wu Tantu, the village head of Xiaozhuang Village, also walked in. Jiulang was talking With a smile: "I'm the long plank I asked for from the village elder."

Knowing that the nobles from the capital city were going to rescue Chuck who was seriously injured, Wu Tantu found a long plank and gave it to Jiulang, and then rushed over: "Sir, if you need help, just ask."

Yan Fei just nodded, bent down to hold Chuck's leg, felt the leg under his hand tremble suddenly, and then forcibly held back: "Okay then, you two hold him down, I will give it to you." He's boned, don't let him move around."

Wu Tantu was also a ruthless person in his early years, and he had experienced a lot in traveling all over the world. Although he didn't understand what it meant to set bones, why didn't the aristocrat use spells to restore Chuck's leg to its original shape like a witch doctor? Chuck: "Don't worry, my lord, the villain will definitely hold him down firmly!"

Yan Fei pressed his fingers quickly on Chuck's leg to confirm the condition of the bones. He secretly rejoiced that the body structure of the demons was no different from that of humans. After confirming, he quickly groped and connected the broken bones.

During this process, Chuck almost gnawed his teeth in pain because he didn't use any paralyzing means at all. Fortunately, this man has an extremely tolerant temperament, and he just held back the terrible pain without saying a word.

The power of wood was poured into the meridians of Chuck's legs in an instant. Although it was not full of vitality like Bai Chuan's power, the power of wood itself represented the vitality, which greatly relieved Chuck's pain. Leaving a green vitality on his badly injured leg.

He took out a healing elixir and crushed it, spread it on Chuck's leg, wrapped it in clean gauze, and finally fixed his leg with two long wooden boards and tied it firmly: "It's enough to rest in bed for three or two days. never mind."

It took a hundred days to hurt his muscles and bones, but under the dual effects of vitality and healing medicine, Chuck's injury will soon recover to its original state.

"Thank you, my lord!" Chuck's face was full of sweat from the pain, he gritted his teeth and thanked Yan Fei gratefully, Jiulang fell to his knees with a plop and began to kowtow, his forehead turned blue after a few touches one slice.

"Your Excellency is really amazing!" Tu Mu, who had been watching the door for a long time without saying a word, dared to speak out at this time, with a flattering face: "This is the local lord Tu Mu, who came here specially to welcome you. Come to the humble house as a guest."

Jiulang jumped up, a little unwilling, and muttered: "My lord hasn't had a meal at our house yet."

Tumu's leg had already been healed by the best witch doctor after returning to the city. In order to show his sincerity, he didn't follow the witch doctor's order to rest in bed for a few days. Greeting the nobleman.

Hearing what Jiulang said, Tu Mu showed an expression of disdain and disdain unabashedly on his face. A glance at Jiulang felt as if he had stained his eyes: "What can you come up with in this place to entertain you?" My lord? Humph, I am a pauper who has eaten his last meal and never finished his next meal."

Jiulang's small face suddenly turned into a red apple with anger, afraid of the status of the lord, he didn't dare to say anything to him, with a small face like a bun, he squeezed his fists and said to Yan Fei: "My lord! , Our family also has good things! Jiulang will show his hands to the adults!" After speaking, he rushed out like a gust of wind.

"You little bastard!" Tu Mu suddenly became angry with embarrassment: "Adults will not eat poor food from your family! Only the top-level ingredients and the top-level food prepared by the most senior chef can be worthy of the identity of an adult!"

(End of this chapter)