The moment he saw this face, Jin Zhao regretted his actions just now, and now he only felt that he had picked up a hot potato.

Coincidentally, this person is the honorable emperor uncle whom met a few days ago... Shen Li.

What a fateful encounter...

He stopped chewing the dog's tail grass, and when he was in a daze, he said, "Thank you, young hero, for saving me!" Then a man in black clothes ran over and took the man from his hands.

Jin Zhao pretended to be calm and patted his clothes, turned around and was about to leave, when the man said, "Stop, young man."

The man in black supported Shen Li and stopped him.

From the corner of Jin Zhao's eyes, he observed the man indistinctly.

His complexion was extremely pale, and there was still a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He happened to raise his eyes, and for some reason, Jin Zhao looked away after feeling guilty for a while.

"That... I'm just a cowherd, not a young hero."

That's right, he is a dignified uncle, no one has ever seen him, how could he still remember him, and his face was dirty that day, so there must be no impression.

He didn't notice that as soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the weak person standing aside flickered.

"Anyway, thank you for saving our master. By the way... Maybe I have to trouble you with something."

Well, it's endless, right?He just wants to run away now.

"I... can't help you with anything, oh yes, I have something urgent to leave first!" As I said that, I was about to run away, but the person behind me spit out a mouthful of blood, and then I heard aExclaimed, "Master! You sit here and wait for a while, and the subordinates will help you find a carriage!"

Seeing that Jin Zhao had already run quite a distance, the man in black sighed, and was not going to count on it anymore.

Jin Zhao didn't care too much, and walked straight, turning his eyes and taking a glance if he wanted to.

That person sat on the ground weakly, his whole body was sickly, and the original arrogance on his body disappeared completely. Compared with the state of that day... he looked like a different person.

It's also strange, as a member of the royal family, why did he appear in this wild place with his personal guards?

If it wasn't for the system's requirement to attack him, as a medical staff... maybe he could still step forward to rescue him.

It's better to turn around and walk forward, just treat it as your own selfishness, and don't want to meddle in this kind of nosy.

There was a faint coughing sound behind him, and his personal guards left. When will the carriage be found in this wilderness, and in this valley... there are beasts roaring from time to time. Could it be that he has not waited for the carriage to come over?was eaten?

Oh that's all!Think of it as saving lives and helping the wounded!He gritted his teeth and spat out the dog's tail grass, and walked back in three steps at a time.

Shen Li sat on the ground, covering his chest with one hand, until he saw a pair of cheap black riding boots in front of him.

He looked up at Jin Zhao defensively.

Jin Zhao pouted, but still squatted down.

Since he didn't reveal his identity just now, then he pretended not to know, it would be easier to do things this way, and it would save the need for unnecessary formalities. Anyway, after bandaging him, it would be broken up at once, so there is no need for it.

"Where is the injury?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jin Zhao glanced up and down, then lifted the fabric around his left leg, and when he was about to take the next step, he saw him withdraw his leg defensively, and pushed Jin Zhao's chest hard.

Jin Zhao didn't want to save him at first, but he didn't know how to flatter him, so he felt a little annoyed, "When your men come over, the blood will be drained, are you sure you're so exhausted?"

He didn't make a sound, the long sword rested on the ground, barely supporting his body.

Blood flowed down the boots to the ground, Jin Zhao tentatively took off his white boots and rolled up his trousers.

There were many mottled wounds on that leg, very strange injuries.

It's not like a new injury, it's like a relapse of an old injury.

He didn't pause, there were no tools here, and he could only do a simple hemostatic bandage.

The injury was so serious, and there was no anesthesia. When the wound was being treated, the man had no expression on his face, as if the leg was not his.