Chapter 345

"Mu Qiuxia, he has already agreed, you should be able to leave with us now, right?"

Seeing that Fengyun affirmed his performance, Dongshi immediately turned his head to where Mu Qiuxia was, and asked her a question. ↑,

He decided to bring things to an end as soon as possible.

He had a hunch that the longer the time dragged on, the worse it would be for him.

Of course, he would have this idea, and a large part of the reason is that he paid attention to the situation of the son of the Black Crow King, the so-called Seventh Prince.

His current situation is quite bad.

Although he is a genuine mid-level totem warrior who can hold his breath for quite a long time, he is not just holding his breath now.

He saw that his condition was getting worse and worse, the light in his eyes was slowly fading, and his eyes began to become dull. If Fengyun hadn't supported him, he might have fallen to the ground long ago.

He didn't know that the Seventh Prince had been paralyzed after being injured by the crossbow arrow that passed through the cervical spine, otherwise he might have behaved differently.

In fact, what he said was not all lies, he asked Mu Qiuxia to follow him, and he did have the purpose of asking her to help the seventh prince stabilize his injury and treat him.

Although he has a high status in the Black Crow Tribe, he always keeps in mind that he is just an outsider.

Even though the Black Crow King valued him very much, he still didn't get carried away, thinking that he was already irreplaceable in the Black Crow King's mind.

The Seventh Prince is the son of the Black Crow King, and he is also very important to him. If something happens to him and he is considered to be helpless, he believes that the Black Crow King will definitely not be unresponsive.

Even if he didn't kill him because of his anger, he will definitely not pay attention to him anymore. If he loses his attention, his status in the Black Crow Tribe will decline, and his treatment will also decrease. In the end, it may even be possible Will be expelled from the Black Crow Tribe.

This is absolutely intolerable to him.

He had paid too much in order to enter the Black Crow King and gain the attention of the Black Crow King. He almost lost his life many times. He would never allow this to happen.

Therefore, he must save the Seventh Prince, even if he has to give up the easy victory.

It would be a pity to give up this chance to win the Baicao tribe in one fell swoop,

However, he still has the opportunity to lead another attack. With the current gap in strength between the two sides, he is full of confidence in winning.

But there is only one chance to save the Seventh Prince, and it must be seized immediately, and it will be lost if there is any hesitation.

"I'm going with you now."

Mu Qiuxia was also very straightforward, without the slightest hint of procrastination, as soon as she finished speaking, she immediately walked out of the crowd.

"Witch..." "Witch..." "Witch..."...

When the people from the Baicao tribe saw her actions, they all opened their mouths.

"Don't say anything."

Mu Qiuxia didn't give them a chance to speak at all, and interrupted them loudly.

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Mu Qiuxia walked on the ground covered with bamboo leaves, the sound she made was not loud, but it attracted the attention of everyone present.

Their eyes were all focused on her, and they followed his movements.

There are also various emotions in their eyes.

After a while, Mu Qiuxia walked to Fengyun's side, stopped, looked at Dongshi, and asked, "Can I go now?"

"Of course. But before I go, I have a request."

The middle-aged man showed a hint of embarrassment.

"You want to go back on your word?"

Feng Yun's face immediately turned cold, and his gaze towards Dong Shi also became sharp, like a knife.

Mu Qiuxia's expression also became unkind.

"No, no, no. You misunderstood me. I have absolutely no intention of going back on my word. I just made a request. There is absolutely no other meaning. Besides, I have sworn to God that no matter how brave I am, I will not Repent, don't you?"

The middle-aged man immediately defended his behavior.

"Then what exactly do you want to do?"

"I want Wu Qiuxia to heal the seventh prince's injury first."

The middle-aged man pointed to the seventh prince in Fengyun's hand, and said, "The seventh prince's injury is very serious now, and it is getting worse. If something happens to him, it will be a big deal for me and you. It is very unfavorable, please understand."

"Okay. I'll take a look for him first."

Mu Qiuxia took another two steps forward and came to the side of the Seventh Prince. She first looked at it, then touched his neck with her hand, and finally opened his eyelids and took a closer look.

"How is it? How is the situation of the seventh prince?"

As soon as Mu Qiuxia finished the inspection, the middle-aged man couldn't wait to ask questions.

He wanted to know the situation of the seventh prince very much.

If he gave up his easy victory and only got back a dead prince, his loss would be too great.

He hoped that Mu Qiuxia could give an affirmative answer, even if he died just after sending her to the Black Crow King.

"There is no major problem. His injury seems to be serious, but in fact there is nothing wrong with it. It's just that the part where he was hit by the arrow is quite special."

Mu Qiuxia's expression was very indifferent, as if there was no wave in the ancient well.

"But why is his improvement getting worse and worse?"

"It's very simple, holding your breath and losing blood. These are not enough to threaten his life."

"I still want you to help him cure it. The seventh prince is in good condition, and maybe the king will change his attitude towards the Baicao tribe."

"Will he change?"

Mu Qiuxia sneered, but she still started to help the Seventh Prince heal.

She first took out a small wooden bottle from the bag she was carrying, poured out a red pill, squeezed the Seventh Prince's mouth and stuffed it in, and then pinched his throat a few times with her index finger.

After a while, people saw that his mouth opened by itself, and then a large stream of blood spurted out, polluting a large area of ​​the ground.

"Wu Mu Qiuxia, the seventh prince, he... what happened to him?"

The middle-aged man panicked seeing the Seventh Prince protruding so much blood all of a sudden.

"Those are just bruises. If the bruises don't come out, how do you let him breathe?"

Mu Qiuxia glanced at the middle-aged man, acting like you are really rare and strange.

The middle-aged man immediately cast his eyes on the bloodstains on the ground, and found that they were purple in color, and some solidified blood clots could be seen in them, knowing that Mu Qiuxia was telling the truth.

"Witch Mu Qiuxia, I..."

Just as he was about to apologize, she had already interrupted him and said coldly, "Don't bother me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took out another bottle from the bag, this time the material was stone.

She took off the cork and put the mouth of the bottle under the seventh prince's nose. (To be continued.)