A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 45 Stabbed Lao Jiang's nest

  The smell of blood.

  It smells so strong and bloody.

  The scrapes on her cheap brother don't have such a strong smell.

   It's because she wanted to go wrong.

   It is reasonable to think that the place where the sound is made and the source of the smell of blood are the same person.

Now it seems…

   "Wait here, don't run around."

  Jiang Xiaoya regained consciousness, the second sister had already disappeared in the forest.

   "Woo..."

  Jiang Xiaoya's tears just stopped began to fall uncontrollably.

   covered his mouth and sobbed.

   "Second sister..."

   Is she about to be left behind?

  Following the direction of the wind, Lu Jingzhi finally found the source of the strong smell of blood.

  The bushes are overgrown here.

   It was a young man who fell to the ground.

  Yue white clothes.

   is incompatible with the vegetation in the deep mountains.

  Lu Jingzhi squatted down, and while skillfully inspecting the wound, he shouted twice: "Can you hear me?"

no respond.

   Presumably he was in a coma.

   "Tsk, not bad luck." Lu Jingzhi whistled long and loudly, "Coma, you meet me, the two are indispensable."

  She swiftly broke off the trap that was stuck on the boy's calf, freeing his calf that had been broken into several pieces. Then, light blue poured out along Lu Jingzhi's fingertips.

   Sticky and dark blood, white bones...

   Lu Jingzhi took back the water ability when he saw that it was almost done.

  Go back and find a doctor to have a look. It's not much better, but it's not bad either.

   I don’t know if I’m lame or not, at least I don’t need amputation.

  Yue's white clothes have been rubbed dirty while walking in the mountains and forests, and the headband that tied her hair did not know where it fell, and she could only see the back of her head.

  If it wasn’t for the warmth of the skin around the neck and the throbbing of the aorta, Lu Jingzhi really thought that this man had bled and dried up and went to the Buddha for tea.

  When Lu Jingzhi pulled up the person whose face was lying on the ground, he was quite speechless.

   "Did this stab Lao Jiang's nest today?"

  Jiang Jinxu, the golden egg of Lao Jiang’s family who doesn’t leave the door, why did he appear in the deep mountains and old forests?

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   "Uncle?" Jiang Xiaoya also didn't understand why Jiang Jinxu, who went out after lunch, appeared here.

   "I'm carrying him, I can't carry you." Lu Jingzhi said, "After all, this one is still in a coma."

  Jiang Xiaoya nodded in a hurry.

  Lucky along the way, all the animals encountered were not aggressive. Lu Jingzhi was relieved that he didn't encounter any wild beasts.

   It is inconvenient to do anything with two people.

  Actually, her wood ability has a passive ability.

   Recruit animals.

  She has natural energies in her body, and they can't help but feel very comfortable.

  However, it's one thing to get close to her, and another thing to want to swallow her.

  In order to bring these two people out of the deep mountains, Lu Jingzhi didn't even need a basket or roe, and now he just prays that no one will miss them.

  This is the outskirts of the deep mountains. Since there are traps, it means that there are also bold hunters in these villages.

   On the way, the person on the back woke up once and struggled to walk by himself.

   "Think clearly? I don't care if I put you down, you have to climb back to Jiang's house by yourself... Huh?"

   Before Lu Jingzhi finished speaking, Jiang Jinxu fell into a coma again.

  He didn't necessarily lose a lot of blood before he fell into a coma, and he might also be in pain.

   Or be angry.

  Lu Jingzhi clicked his tongue lightly.

  Unlucky guy, what if the deep mountain is his back garden?

   Come whenever you want.

   Finally, the vegetation is sparse and the world is open.

  Walking around, this can be regarded as getting out of the deep mountains.

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