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The woman slashed down with a sword that contained frost-like sword energy. She was confident that no ordinary person could dodge this sword.
But she forgot that she was seriously injured now and her strength was at a loss.
Zhao Wujiang moved one step with his left foot, sideways dodged the sword, flicked the sword with his fingers, made a crisp sound, and said with a smile:
"Could it be that the heroine was abandoned by her lover and has nowhere to vent her anger? She just wants to kill the most beautiful man in the world with a sword?"
"You!" The woman in white was furious. She admitted that the man in black in front of her was somewhat handsome, but the teasing words made her furious. She raised her hand and swung away the sword.
Then there was a slight tear in her chest, and severe pain swept through her body again. She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, fainted and fell to the ground.
Zhao Wujiang was stunned, and quickly took her into his arms with quick eyes and hands, checking her breathing and pulse. He frowned, picked up the woman in white and rushed into the house quickly.
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bed.
Zhao Wujiang laid the woman in white down on the bed. At this time, the blood on the chest of the woman in white had stained most of her dress red, and her face became paler.
The silver needle flew from his hand and quickly penetrated into the woman's heart acupuncture point, forcibly stopping the flow of blood.
Then he tore open the woman's dress, revealing the blood-stained bra underneath.
There was a tear in the bra near the heart, and the bloody wound inside could be seen through the crack.
Zhao Wujiang stretched out his big hands to untie the bra to investigate. It was important to save people. He was not a pedantic person.
A slender hand grasped the big hand he stretched out. The woman in white woke up at some point, her face was as pale as paper, and she stared at him angrily:
"You bastard, do you believe I broke your hand?"
"Then do you want to die or live?" Zhao Wujiang said calmly.
The woman in white was stunned.
"The person who hurt you must be a master of swordsmanship. Now the sword energy has penetrated three parts of your body and is raging inside your body, destroying your heart.
If you don't save him, you will die. "Zhao Wujiang's big hand slowly stretched out to the bra and said sternly:
"do not move!"
The woman in white looked uncertain, but she still let go of her hand that was blocking Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang opened his bra, and in front of his eyes were two soft and snow-white masses dotted with a hint of bright red. He looked away without squinting, and gently stroked the two-inch deep wound with his fingers.
He could clearly feel the woman trembling, and goosebumps appeared on her delicate body.
He took out a medicine bottle from his arms. The bottle contained the best golden sore medicine, which could quickly stop bleeding and activate the blood vessels.
"What's your name, and who was hurt by you?" Zhao Wujiang shook the medicine bottle, scattered the powder inside, and poured it into the palm of his hand.
"Jiang Mengli, injured by the enemy!" The woman in white, named Jiang Mengli, clenched her silver teeth and looked pale.
Such a familiar name...Zhao Wujiang frowned, and slowly placed his big hand on Jiang Mengli's heart, rubbing it slowly.
"Uh..." Jiang Mengli let out a muffled groan, and severe pain spread from her heart to her body, as if there was a battlefield in her body, and two people were fighting.
"The wound is on the heart, where are you rubbing it with?" Jiang Mengli was angry, and he found that Zhao Wujiang's big hand was rubbing and deviating from the direction.
Zhao Wujiang felt the softness and gentleness in his hands and said seriously:
"You have been injured for a long time, and too much blood burst out from the wound, congealing and not flowing out, causing the blood flow in the entire chest to be blocked. I was just trying to revitalize the blood.
By the way, your enemy is in Kyoto? "
Jiang Mengli's mood gradually stabilized, and she felt that her condition was much better. She was surprised at how quickly the man in front of her took the medicine:
"About to arrive in Kyoto, this person killed my master, I will kill him...with my hands!
You... how long will you keep rubbing it? Are there any acupoints on this? "
She was so ashamed and angry:
"Could it be that you think I'm easy to deceive? There are acupuncture points in my heart, are there also ones on top?"
Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly. When Jiang Mengli was angry, there was a hint of charm on her beautiful face. He let go of his hand and poured out some more golden sore medicine.
"You're a bastard!" Jiang Mengli gritted her teeth in shame. She wanted to move, but her limbs were weak.
Zhao Wujiang said calmly:
"We'll talk about it later when you feel better."
"Buzzing..." Jiang Mengli's sword resting on the bench buzzed, as if it was about to unsheath it and kill Zhao Wujiang in the next moment.
"Xiao little thief, you broke into other people's houses and treated me repeatedly. I want your life!" Jiang Mengli frowned and gritted her teeth, trying to control Sanchi Qingfeng.
"Little junior sister?" At this moment, a rich voice sounded with joy.
Zhao Wujiang looked sideways and saw that the person coming was none other than Li Yuanzheng.
There was something in his heart, little junior sister? He then remembered the junior sister Jiang Mengli whom Li Yuanzheng had mentioned to him many times.
