There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Feeling the help from the Azure Phoenix, Jiang Mo breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he still did not relax. After all, the Azure Phoenix was focusing most of its energy on dealing with the Black Feathered Phoenix.

It is already quite an achievement to spare even a little effort to send this gentle breeze.

We can't rely entirely on the other party's help.

Ultimately, one's own destiny must be firmly in one's own hands.

Taking advantage of the slowing of the fall, the illusory body that had grabbed Xiaobai threw the fox in its hand at Jiang Mo with all its might, and used the momentum to escape the range of the breeze, leaving all the help from the Azure Phoenix to the real body.

Before it crashed and shattered, it flipped its palms and used all its strength to perform the "Pushing Open the Window to Gaze at the Moon" move.

He did his best to unleash a palm strike to help Jiang Mo slow his fall.

Jiang Mo's true form wasn't idle either. His left hand was too weak due to the severe injury to his shoulder, and his right hand had to hold Hu Meier tightly without daring to relax for a moment. Only his legs were relatively free.

They kept striving to stomp towards the treetops and cliff face, wishing they could kick out sparks.

Finally, his feet landed safely on the ground. Jiang Mo staggered a couple of steps to steady himself, looked at the still-shaken Hu Meier in his arms, and said with a smile, "Second Miss, you really should lose some weight."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back and he fell straight to the ground.

Chapter 87 What do these things matter?

Even after her feet were firmly planted on the ground again, Hu Meier was still in a daze. Apart from the howling wind, all she could hear was the sound of her own heart pounding like a drum.

She didn't even dare to breathe deeply.

I was afraid that if I opened my mouth even slightly wider, my wildly beating heart would jump right out of my throat.

From seeing the blue glow streak across the sky to falling straight down to the ground again.

Even though it all happened in just a moment, Hu Meier felt as if a lifetime had passed.

This unique experience is something she will probably never forget for the rest of her life.

Still shaken, the hand that had been tightly gripping her waist loosened slightly, instead helping her to her feet. The next sound Hu Meier heard was Jiang Mo's somewhat hoarse and weak voice:

"I think you really should lose some weight."

Upon hearing this, Hu Meier's fair face immediately turned bright red with anger.

She was deeply moved by Jiang Mo's unwavering protection, especially when she was pressed against his chest, with only the sound of their heartbeats in her ears and the howling wind.

The feeling was as if only the two of them existed in the world.

Strangers, a man and a woman, can develop feelings for each other after engaging in extreme sports together, thanks to the "suspension bridge effect." How much more so for two people who were already deeply in love and had now faced life-or-death situations together?

They naturally understood each other's feelings more clearly, and their love grew stronger with each other's emotions.

But Jiang Mo brought up the taboo topic of weight loss.

This instantly dissipated the touching, cheesy atmosphere, making Hu Meier want to clench her fists and smash them into Jiang Mo's chest.

But before she could even raise her hand, Jiang Mo, who had been gritting his teeth and persevering, finally relaxed completely after seeing that she was still quite energetic.

His injured body, which had been struggling to hold on, finally gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

However, he did not fall to the ground.

This time, it was Hu Meier who held him tightly in her arms, unwilling to let go easily.

When she saw Jiang Mo slowly fall down in front of her, Hu Meier's heart, which had finally relaxed, was in suspense again, and her originally tender cheeks became as straight as if they had been carved by a knife.

His worry was palpable.

Holding Jiang Mo tightly, she instinctively tried to call for help, but her trembling voice echoed through the valley for a long time. The only response to Hu Meier was a rather confused beast's cry at her feet:

"Awoo?"

Looking down at Xiaobai, who was lying on the ground staring at her with wide eyes, Hu Meier finally realized a stark reality:

Aside from the lame fox, in the entire visible world, there were indeed only Jiang Mo and her. They existed in this desolate valley, relying on each other for survival.

It would be impossible for Hu Meier not to panic.

As the second young lady of Huoyu Manor, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, when had she ever truly faced such a difficult problem alone? Even though Chunlan, who was always at her beck and call, was not by her side, there were always other servants nearby.

Even if things don't go well, they're on their way.

But now, not only are the familiar servants in the manor nowhere to be found, but even those who were temporarily hired by him to take the two of them into the mountains to search for Qingluan's whereabouts are nowhere to be seen.

Hu Meier could only rely on herself.

At most, they could add a fox with a human-like nature, but Hu Meier didn't have high expectations for how much of a help it would be to Xiaobai.

"Don't be afraid, you can do it. Jiang Mo taught you before, didn't he?"

Taking a deep breath, Hu Meier tried her best to calm herself down. Although her body was still weak from panic, she forced herself to focus all her attention on Jiang Mo in her arms.

"..."

Maybe I should really lose some weight? Why does Jiang Mo seem so much lighter than me, even though he feels quite well-endowed to the touch?

Despite its absurdity, Hu Meier couldn't help but entertain such thoughts.

She was well aware of her physical limitations and knew that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold on to him forever.

Given Jiang Mo's current condition, if he were to fall again...

Hu Meier felt that she might become a widow living alone in an empty room before she was even married, and that her happiness for the rest of her life would be ruined because of this.

We need to find a suitable place to carefully put Jiang Mo down before treating his wounds.

Thinking this, Hu Meier cautiously took a step. She had thought the process would be very difficult, and she might have to take small, shuffling steps to move slowly, but after a few steps, she found it surprisingly easy.

The reason was that Jiang Mo, whom she held, was quite light.

Although Hu Meier didn't have the ability to accurately estimate a person's weight with a simple lift, she could still tell that Jiang Mo was significantly lighter than her.

Physically, this guy is much stronger than me.

Having suffered a blow to her confidence for no apparent reason, Hu Meier couldn't help but subconsciously reach out and touch her waist and abdomen.

There wasn't any obvious excess fat.

However, the touch from her fingertips was still quite delicate and soft, lacking the even and firm feel of Jiang Mo's muscles.

After a brief moment of frustration, Hu Meier continued to carry Jiang Mo.

She found a suitable large rock by the stream in the valley, used it as a temporary bed, carefully placed Jiang Mo on it, and prepared to wipe the sweat from her forehead before bandaging her wound.

The sweat that slid down my cheeks carried a rusty, sweet smell.

Hu Meier was startled at first, then realized that it wasn't she who was injured, but Jiang Mo who was bleeding. As she carried Jiang Mo, her clothes were soaked with blood.

Hu Meier was completely unaware.

He even foolishly wiped his forehead with his blood-stained sleeve, accidentally making himself covered in blood as well.

Jiang Mo is seriously injured...

Her gaze fell on Jiang Mo's mangled, bloody wound, and Hu Meier couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. Especially seeing his shoulder, which was almost completely ripped apart, made her purse her lips tightly.

I almost burst into tears because I felt so sorry for her.

First, remove any debris like fur to expose the wound... Well, Jiang Mo isn't a novice; he doesn't have any fur, but he needs to carefully remove the clothes.

Hu Meier tried to be strong, recalling Jiang Mo's previous teachings.

She carefully reached out, trying to remove the pieces of clothing, gravel, and other debris stuck to the wound as gently as possible.

"uh-huh……"

A muffled groan, clearly tinged with pain, escaped Jiang Mo's lips, startling Hu Meier into immediately stopping what she was doing.

For a moment, he seemed somewhat at a loss.

Clearly, even though Hu Meier had tried her best to slow down her movements, Jiang Mo's wounds were too severe, and even the slightest touch caused him to react instinctively.

They even subconsciously wanted to reach out and stop them.

Even though he had already fainted, he was still quite restless and would still react when faced with similar dangers.

This is almost an instinct ingrained in the bones of top-tier martial arts masters.

This situation made Hu Meier even more hesitant to continue what she was doing. It wasn't that she was afraid Jiang Mo's casual resistance would hurt her, but rather that she was worried that he would aggravate her wounds and cause her already serious injuries to worsen.

"Woooo..."

A soft sobbing sound came from the side. Hu Meier looked down and noticed that Xiao Bai, whom she had forgotten, had followed her with a limp.

At this moment, he was staring at Hu Meier with a rather aggrieved look.

Even though the other person couldn't speak at all, Hu Meier seemed to have heard and understood what they meant, as if they were complaining about her:

When they were treating my wounds before, they even tried to forcefully hold me down.

Why is it this guy who's so easily startled? He only reacted slightly and he scared you like this?

In those rather human-like eyes, one could almost see a hint of indignation.

Even though it was clearly just a fox squatting there, Hu Meier couldn't help but blush slightly and subconsciously muttered something under her breath:

"Can those be the same?"

Seemingly helpless for a moment, seeing Hu Meier's somewhat at a loss, Xiao Bai wagged its fluffy tail and reluctantly moved a little closer to Jiang Mo.

In his captivating eyes, there was a fleeting glimmer of light.

When Jiang Mo was in a normal state, the illusion magic used by Xiao Bai could not completely distort and affect his perception. But now, injured and unconscious, Jiang Mo can be said to have no ability to resist in terms of willpower.

Even though Xiaobai was also in poor condition, she was still able to influence Jiang Mo with illusions.

This mitigated the impact of the excruciating pain on him.

Seeing Jiang Mo's tightly furrowed brows gradually relax, Hu Meier, though unaware of the specific details, understood that Xiao Bai had intervened. She smiled and bent down to ruffle his hair.

"Thanks, Little Whitey~"

Then, she carefully and gently continued to treat Jiang Mo's wounds.

Jiang Mo, who was in a state similar to anesthesia, thankfully did not react instinctively to the pain, which saved Hu Meier a lot of trouble.

But the more she treated the wound, the more frightened she became.

Not only was his shoulder almost torn apart by the black-feathered phoenix, but his back was also covered in a large amount of blood and flesh. Even his palms were injured by the flying fragments from the explosion of the Xuanjing Arrow, which he activated at close range.