[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

Chapter 87

"This...is the battlefield." Yan Qingping looked at the scene in front of him in amazement.

There are no corpses all over the ground - to prevent the plague, the battlefield will be cleaned after the battle.Weapons and the like have also been recycled, leaving only some broken pieces of broken iron with no recycling value, and torn fabrics—maybe flags?

All that was left was the dark red empty plain and the endless dead air and whimpering wind lingering above it.

"Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer." Fang Siming's thoughts drifted away quietly.He knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hand to caress the scarred earth.

Yan Qingping stood silently behind him.

They are from the rivers and lakes, and they are used to life and death.But the battlefield is far more cruel than the rivers and lakes.And Fang Siming is not a pure Jianghu person, after all his adoptive father Zhu Wengui wanted the supreme position...

He must have been touched in his heart.

Looking far away, Yan Qingping found something different.He touched the ground with his toes, drifted across the large dark red land, and landed in front of that different color.

This... is a puppy.

This is a very ordinary little soil dog, and it is a puppy.But it is a very beautiful pup - it looks as long as Yan Qingping's fully extended hand; it has short snow-white fur that can still be seen even though it is stained with mud; She has triangular ears, a small pink nose, and big black eyes.The most interesting thing is that this little guy has two small dark circles under his eyes. At first glance, he seems to have a pair of very big eyes.

It curled up on the ground, whimpering.There were dark red bloodstains on the snow-white front paws.Seeing Yan Qingping appear, it flinched in fear, but didn't move.

"Good boy, let me have a look." Yan Qingping squatted in front of the little guy with a gentle demeanor, stretched out his hand tentatively, and put it in front of its nose.

The puppy trembled, as if he understood something.It whined twice, stretched out its small tongue and licked the jade-like fingers stretched out in front of it.

Yan Qingping showed a warm smile, gently picked it up and put it on his knees, not caring that the delicate and noble Taoist robe was stained with dirt.He touched the dog carefully and found that a sharp piece of iron had been pierced into its front paw.It was too small to endure such pain at all, so it could only stay in place and shiver.

"Why did you come to this place by yourself." Yan Qingping patted Gouzi's head, "I'll treat your injury, you have to be patient."

With one hand he grasped the thin front paw, and with the other he reached for a jug of water from his backpack.Putting down the pitcher, he reached under his robe and tore off two snow-white inner linings.

After dipping a liner with clean water and roughly cleaning around the wound, he pulled out the piece of iron.

The dog whimpered in grief.

Yan Qingping threw away the iron sheet, sprinkled the wound medicine on the wound, and then carefully wrapped it up with another liner.

"Okay." He chuckled, put the thing back into his backpack, and teased the little guy's chin, "You are good-looking, and you will definitely please him."

"Huh?" Gouzi didn't know why.

"It's just a little dirty." Yan Qingping roughly cleaned it with the lining that he used to clean the wound before, and then put it on the ground.

"Woof!" It tentatively walked, and then jumped up in surprise, only to be in pain again.

"Pfft... little idiot." Yan Qingping hugged the little thing in his arms again contentedly, and rushed back to Fang Siming's side.

"Siming, what do you think I found?" He smiled.

Fang Siming broke away from the tragic aura of the battlefield this time, got up and looked at Yan Qingping.

"Huh? Puppy?" He was a little surprised.

"Well, I picked it up when I was injured." Yan Qingping supported the dog's two front legs with both hands, and handed it to Fang Siming, "Do you want to hug it?"

"..." A rare hesitation appeared on Fang Siming's face, and he even took a small step back, "I am a bloody person, it will not be willing to approach."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Qingping couldn't help but laugh, "What about hunting dogs? Don't dogs also hunt? Besides, you don't have such exaggerated vigor."

He simply stuffed the little thing into Fang Siming's arms.

"...Well." Fang Siming hugged the puppy gently.The puppy is very active and does not recognize life.He turned his head, and then happily rubbed Fang Siming's clothes on his chest.

Fang Siming didn't dare to use more force, for fear of hurting this fragile little guy.Seeing that the dog liked it very much, he tentatively wanted to pet the puppy's head.

The dog didn't let him touch it—he licked Fang Siming's hand.

"Let's raise it." Yan Qingping folded his arms around his chest and curled up one corner of his mouth.

"It looks small, will you keep it?" Fang Siming easily rubbed the fluffy dog's head, a little amazed at its warmth.

"No." Yan Qingping shook his head honestly, "No, you can inquire. Find a small village, any old man or lady will understand."

Fang Siming patted the dog: "Then... raise it?"

"Nurse, raise." Yan Qingping nodded, "I don't know how old this child is, can he eat...I heard people say that puppies can't drink milk? I don't know if it's true or not."

"Go and see the city just now." Fang Siming thought for a while, "There's nothing to see standing here, let's go now."

Fang Siming turned around and left without any intention of putting Gouzi down.

Yan Qingping couldn't help laughing.

Fang Siming actually likes dogs very much, but he is not used to it.Seeing Fang Siming walking fast, he quickly raised his legs to keep up.

They ended up going to a medical clinic.

The old man in the hospital couldn't laugh or cry, but he still told them about raising puppies.The dog should be only one month old, let them not give the dog to drink, let them feed goat milk.

Right now, Yan Qingping and Fang Siming are face to face, feeding the goat's milk little by little.

The sheep that they had milked was huddling and nibbling on the grass.The owner of the sheep, an old man, is teaching them to feed the dogs with a smile.

They are at the head of a small village.The old man just came back from herding the sheep, and bumped into them head-on, and then the dog would have something to eat.

"How long will he be breastfed?" Yan Qingping was a little worried, they couldn't lead the sheep all the way.

"The doctor said that it's better to feed for another ten days." Fang Siming hesitated, "How about we stay here for a while?"

"Hmm..." Yan Qingping was lost in thought.

The old man suddenly sneaked over: "The two are people from the Jianghu, right? The little old man has something to ask."

"Huh?" Yan Qingping turned to look at him.

"Today, old man, I'm going to herd the sheep... I saw an injured and fainted Jianghu man in the grass. He looked very weak, but he was still alive." The old man hesitated, "It's not that the old man doesn't want to save... it's because he is afraid that some enemies will hurt us all. My son. You two seem to be martial arts masters, do you want to go and have a look?"

Yan Qingping thought for a while: "Pindao is a doctor, since you know it, let's go and have a look."

Fang Siming stood up: "I will go too."

"Old man, please take care of my puppy." Yan Qingping said to the old man.

"No problem! It's fine for you to live here, there are vacant houses in the village." The old man was relieved.He was a kind person, and he couldn't bear to watch the man die from serious injuries, and he didn't dare to put himself in it.

After asking about the location, Yan Qingping and Fang Siming found the lawn together.

A handsome young man with disheveled black hair and a fur suit closed his eyes, his face was pale, and there was a huge sharp wound on his chest, only a few bandages were hastily wrapped around it, and the blood was still slowly oozing out.

Yan Qingping looked it over carefully, and suddenly, the Yinglan screen popped up—"Save him!"

Yan Qingping came to a sudden: "Is he your protagonist? Hmm... Mo Yu?"

The author has something to say: Hehehe, young master Mo Yu~