The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

Mu Mengni was also sweating profusely, her movements were not light enough, and she was not professional enough.

The old man came in from outside with a handful of grass in his hand, which Mu Mengai had never seen before.

The old man handed the grass to Mu Mengai, and compared and drew, Mu Mengai understood what he meant.

This is a herbal medicine that stops bleeding and reduces inflammation.

Mu Mengni put the herb into his mouth and chewed it under the old man's instructions, enduring the disturbing taste, and pressed it on Yan Xin's wound.

"I've tried my best. Whether you can survive it depends on your own life."

After Mu Mengai was done, she collapsed.

She went out, and the old man was boiling water.

The old man glanced at her and took out a potato from the firewood for her.

"Thank you." Mu Mengai was indeed hungry.

After exhaustion, hunger is also very obvious.

She sat on a wooden low stool, ate potatoes, and asked the old man about the situation nearby.

The old man had a hard time understanding what she said, but he probably understood what she was talking about.

Mu Mengai also worked very hard to sort out the information.

There is only one family in this place. Because of the perennial wars in the Dark Moon Kingdom, many people have lost their homes. Originally the old man also had children, all of them died.

He took his grandson to hide in this col, and one year when his grandson went out to buy things, he never came back.

Since then, the old man has not been out of the mountain again, and has lived here.

He hadn't seen anyone in five years, and he liked it here, not being disturbed, not afraid of facing the fear of war.

Even if he died in the future, he would still be in this pure land.

If there is an afterlife, he wants to be reborn into a peaceful country.

Mu Mengai sighed with emotion. The prosperous people in the war are the provocateurs, and the people who are injured are always the common people.

As night fell, Yan Xin had a fever.

Mu Mengni kept cooling him down. If he couldn't make it through the night, he would be finished.

The old man went out to pick herbs again at night, and this time he mashed them outside himself.

He asked Mu Mengai to apply the medicine to Yan Xin.

"Yan Xin, if you die, you will stay here forever. In the future, no one will come to your grave." Mu Mengai still didn't say a good word.

Anyway, he couldn't hear it either.

The next day, Mu Mengai opened her eyes, and she subconsciously touched Yan Xin's forehead.

It doesn't seem to be that hot.

No fever is the best state.

For three days in a row, Yan Xin didn't wake up, but he didn't have a fever.

On the fourth day, when Mu Mengni and the old man dug the kudzu from outside, they heard a cough inside.

Mu Mengai hurried in and saw Yan Xin open his eyes.

"You finally woke up." Mu Meng's heart finally loosened.

Yan Xin looked at her and looked around again, this was not a very good place.

"We escaped and escaped here." Mu Mengai explained to him, "You have been in a coma for three days."

Yan Xin wanted to sit up, but he was seriously injured and had no strength at the moment.

Mu Mengni gave him a hand and let him lean against the mud wall.

"You saved me." Yan Xin was very weak, but the look in her eyes was unusually firm.

Mu Mengni said, "No. It was Uncle Foy who saved you."

"If you hadn't brought me here, he wouldn't have been able to save me."

"It's just a life for a life. You and I don't owe each other." Mu Mengai was very rational and ruthless.

Yan Xin put his hand on his chest, where he was shot.

He didn't argue with her about who owed whom, "Who got the bullets for me?"

"I."