In the fierce battle just now with the Medicine Man, trying to protect Yun Ran in his arms from harm inevitably constrained him somewhat and consumed more energy and inner strength.
Nangong Mo raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom, poured it into his palm, and hastily applied it to the wound on his chest that was bleeding profusely.
After such a simple and rough treatment of the wound, Nangong Mo then held Yun Ran and continued to walk down the mountain.
But sometimes it's just like that, the more you fear trouble, the more trouble finds you.
He had barely walked a hundred meters when a shadow flashed before him, and a man in black blocked his path.
A wide black cloak fluttered loudly in the night wind, and a silver long sword emitted a ghostly cold light in the darkness.
Nangong Mo's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a trace of icy light flickering within them.
Ye Wushang!
