Taking Marvel back to the Northern Song Dynasty

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The person who came was none other than the fairy sister, one of the two martial arts heroines who disappeared last night!

"Take it! Gently sprinkle a little on the wound, and it will be fine tomorrow morning." The woman stretched out her hand sideways, and in her hand was a very delicate small porcelain bottle.

Zhao An's appearance at this time was as ugly as it could be.

A man, legs spread. Look down at your inner thighs on both sides. After all, when riding a horse, the main range of stress is on these two sides.

Fortunately, Zhao An was wearing briefs, otherwise this posture would be really amazing.

But this posture is already the bottom line for Mu Ying.

Even if she is a child of Jianghu, she knows what it means to obey authority in urgent matters. But after all, she is still just a daughter's family. And she is still a young girl who has never experienced human affairs.

Suddenly seeing such a miserable side of the man made her struggle in her heart.

"Thank you! Your companion..." Zhao An went to receive the medicine as he spoke, but when he was receiving the medicine, he accidentally grabbed the fairy sister's delicate hand.

Whether this was done accidentally or on purpose, I am afraid only Zhao An himself can figure it out.

"My junior sister is fine! It's just a skin injury." The woman's little hand was gently pulled by someone, and she quickly pulled her hand away like a frightened little animal.

Fortunately, the porcelain bottle has been handed over, otherwise it might fall to the ground.

"How to use this thing?" Zhao An looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, pulled out the red silk stopper on it, and gently smelled the smell inside with his nose.

There is a faint plant fragrance inside, which should be Chinese herbal medicine.

"Gently spread a little on the wound, evenly and then wrap it with a clean cloth." Mu Ying said without looking back.

"Hiss...wow...it hurts. Are you sure this is really the medicine for golden sores?" Zhao An felt a pain in his leg as if it was punctured by a small steel needle.

After Mu Ying heard the ghostly scream, she finally turned her head.

What the hell, he was an expert at fighting off green-faced opponents and even injuring his junior sister. Why can't I scream when I can't bear the pain?

It's understandable if you were struck by several swords or knives from the enemy. After all, no matter how high the master is, he has grown from human flesh. You just had a little skin injury, and you didn't even bleed. That's why you are called like this. What about the style of a master? What about the master's composure?

Mu Ying thought of her senior sisters and brothers, some of whom had their arms chopped off by the enemy. The blood was flowing like water, but none of them screamed. No matter what kind of harm they suffered, they remained calm.

For a moment, Mu Ying's world view collapsed.

After all, the people around me we have seen since childhood are all heroes.

Senior sisters, brothers, uncles and uncles all regard bloodshed as a common occurrence, but the person in front of me has higher kung fu than most people in his sect. But why are you so afraid of pain!

Mu Ying seemed to be stuck in the corner of a bull's horn, and she couldn't get out for a while.

"Forget it, this medicine doesn't seem to be suitable for me." Zhao An remembered that there was medicine in the photo album of his mobile phone. And the most important thing is that in order to prevent the wound from getting infected, you must use clean medical gauze. Fortunately, I also have these things in my photo album.

"I've also used these medicines, and it's not that painful at all. Let me help you!" Mu Ying said, taking a step forward and squatting down.

Mu Ying's action was almost instinctive and subconscious, but everyone squatted down. Although she reacted at this time, she was already in a dilemma. After all, she usually gives medicine to her senior sisters, and she seems to be used to it. But now when I squatted down, I suddenly discovered that the person in front of me was not only not a senior sister, but also a grown man.

"No need...really..." Zhao An wanted to continue to be polite, but suddenly realized that this was a rare benefit in a thousand years! Why should I be polite? When had I ever been treated like this in my previous life?

In ancient times, the speed of information circulation was extremely slow. A beautiful woman could not be seen just by turning on her mobile phone and computer like in later generations.

This is why ancient emperors would lose their kingdoms for a beauty.

Even if an emperor has the whole world, how many women can he see in his life? People always say that the emperor has three thousand harems, but when it comes to beauty, no one can guarantee that they are all stunning women.

And a otaku in later generations would spend more time scrolling through his cell phone for an hour than the emperor had seen more beautiful women in his life.

As the saying goes, rare things are valuable, so it is not surprising that emperors and princes would launch wars over women. It’s even understandable!

"It really won't hurt. Just bear with it!" Mu Ying blew gently and was about to sprinkle the powder from the porcelain bottle in her hand onto Zhao An's wound.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Will I not be able to take a shower after I take the medicine?" Zhao An suddenly thought of something and moved back.

Although it is late autumn now, it is not as hot as summer.

But after running and working hard all day, how could I not sweat on my body?

And how could some parts of myself have no smell at all?

Zhao An's life is very real, unlike some stories where there is no atmosphere of life at all.

Women love to say stinky men, stinky men.

If there is no smell, how can he be a smelly man?

But even so, he exudes a sense of fascination. A woman who looked like a fairy was half-kneeling in front of him, lowering her head to clean her wounds.

This is simply, simply...

No, the tent is up.

Before Zhao An could enjoy this scene, the physiological data of his brain had already given a sufficient response.

"You..." Mu Ying is not blind, of course she saw this scene.

Although she has never experienced human affairs, she has traveled all over the world.

She has seen many things, and she even killed two flower-picking thieves with her own hands.

Seeing Zhao An like this, she immediately stepped back and turned around.

"Wait, after you take a shower, just sprinkle the powder on it and bandage it." After Mu Ying finished speaking, she felt that there was no need to stay here anymore. He instantly stood up and walked out of the tent, disappearing.

The two of them didn't even talk much.

Zhao An wanted to ask her why she was following him. If she wasn't following him, how did she know that she needed the golden sore medicine.

"Who would have thought that we could also enjoy the moment of being chased by a goddess." Zhao An enjoyed this little vanity very much. But soon, he shook his head and threw it all aside.

After taking a shower, Zhao An took out the gauze and medicine from his phone.

After treating the wound, Zhao An lay comfortably on the bed.

After getting into bed, Zhao An thought of the fairy sister again.

There are no villages or hotels within ten miles.

Then where will the fairy sister stay at night?

Is it possible to sleep outdoors in the deep mountains and dense forests?

A woman follows a man for some unknown reason. And even if it wasn't because of hostility, this already moved Zhao An very much.

For a moment, Zhao An thought of Mr. Jin's "The Deer and the Cauldron".

When Wei Xiaobao went to Mount Wutai, Miss Zeng Rou delivered medicine to him.

Thinking of this, Zhao An became even less calm.

After all, when you met a beautiful woman in your previous life, she wouldn't even look at you if you asked for her phone number. In this life, I can let a woman who looks like a fairy chase me. With the beauty of the fairy sister, in future generations, if she is willing to ride the bus with you, it will already be true love. After all, women would rather cry in a BMW than sit on a bicycle with you.

"The ancient people were so kind..." Zhao An had already thought of many senior figures in the flower world. What about the Ximen official, the flower picker Tian Boguang, The Deer and the Cauldron Wei Xiaobao...