Fu Yanting pulled back the spear suddenly, and blood spurted out of the horse thief's chest instantly. He fell straight down with his back straight, and struggled twice with his head tilted before he died.

The other thieves were instantly frightened and turned around to run away.

Chu Chenyin did not give them a chance to escape. People like them deserved to die.

Meteors streaked across the night sky.

Bangs were heard, and Chu Chenyin shot the horse thieves in the head one by one with his gun.

The bullet went through his head, and blood splattered everywhere.

Soon they were the only two left in the entire village.

In the murderous cold wind, Fu Yanting stood on a pile of bloody corpses, holding a spear, like a fleshless wolf, with a terrifying coldness all over his body.

As the blood dripped slowly, he took a deep breath and looked up at Chu Chenyin in front of him. His originally cold eyes softened.

Chu Chenyin strode up to him and looked at him carefully.

The two people said almost in unison: "Are you okay?!"

Chu Chenyin burst out laughing when he heard this, and interrupted him, "I'm fine, but are you injured?"

Fu Yanting put away his spear and smiled wickedly, "There were too many of them just now. I don't know if I was injured, but my chest hurts a little."

"Chest pain?" Chu Chenyin frowned and looked quickly at his chest.

There was blood all over his shirt's chest, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or those horse thieves'.

She didn't care about that and directly pulled Fu Yanting's hand into the medical room.

Chu Chenyin said as he held the gauze and potion, "Just now in the village, you just need to follow me into the space, there is no need to confront me head on."

From the moment he entered the mountain stronghold, Fu Yanting's target had always been the things in the back mountain of the horse thieves, and he never thought of fighting with them.

He also had no intention of taking Chu Chenyin with him to fight the bandits.

It's just that those horse thieves were unlucky and offended the wrong people.

Fu Yanting looked at the scar on her cheek. The shallow bloodstain was like a sharp knife piercing his heart. He paused for a moment and said slowly, "They deserve to die."

His tone was long and cold.

Chu Chenyin paused when he heard this. This General Fu was not only a master of martial arts, but also ruthless and decisive in his actions.

She turned around and came to him, holding the gauze and medicine, "Take off your clothes and let me see."

Strip?!

Fu Yanting was startled for a moment, raised his long eyelashes, and unconsciously raised a smile at the corner of his lips. He stood up slowly and slowly took off the blood-stained clothes on his upper body, revealing his strong back and muscular chest with slightly bulging muscles.

Looking closely, you can see a few faint bloodstains on the right side of his chest.

Seeing this, Chu Chenyin swallowed a mouthful of water, lowered his head to open the iodine in his hand, and deliberately avoided looking at him.

Fu Yanting raised his gray-brown eyes slightly and looked at her, then smoothly put his hands on his trouser belt, ready to continue unbuttoning. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)