Chapter 47 It doesn’t hurt!

She ran and ran, she didn't remember how long she had been running or how far she had run.

It seems like he will never get tired and will not turn back until he finds the hemostatic herb.

Finally, under the sparse moonlight, a dense patch of green grass appeared.

The green leaves are half as long as the rhizome.

The rhizome is bluish-black.

Bai Yaoyao was overjoyed and immediately pounced on it, stretching out her little paws to pick it!

As a result, as soon as her claws touched the hemostatic grass, she screamed and pulled them back.

Looking down, he saw that the little claws, which were originally covered with dirt and blood, now had a layer of dense fine thorns on them!

Bai Yaoyao just discovered that the leaves of these hemostatic herbs were covered with thorns!

It really hurts. Tears welled up in her eyes. She already understood what Feng Shang had not finished saying. He must have been reminding her that the hemostatic grass has thorns.

But what can I do?

Brother Feng is waiting for the hemostatic grass to stop the bleeding, his life is in danger!

So, Bai Yaoyao gritted her teeth, stretched out her little claws again, picked a handful regardless of the pain, and then tied them up with soft branches.

She lowered her head and looked at the tiny thorns covering her claws. She had even been pricked by quite a few of them. Tears streamed down her face again from the pain. "Squeak, squeak, squeak..." (This little princess has never felt such pain in her life!)

However, she still bit the hemostatic grass with her mouth, not caring that the hemostatic grass left countless thorns on her forehead and face. She turned around and ran wildly back!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" (Brother Feng, wait for me, I'm back!)

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When the unconscious Feng Shang opened his eyes again, he saw the little fox grabbing the hemostatic grass, crushing it hard, and wiping it on his body.

Her head, body, claws, and even the big tail behind her were covered with countless tiny thorns. From a distance, she looked like a mutated large cactus, only in the shape of a fox.

This was not counting the thorns that had already sunk deep into her skin.

The little thing must have been in great pain. While wiping, he choked, and his tears fell one by one like beads with broken strings.

However, when she saw Feng Shang wake up, she immediately burst into laughter and excitedly shouted, "Zhizhizhi?" (Brother Feng, are you awake? Are you feeling better?)

Feng Shang first moved his body carefully and found that the wound on his back no longer felt tearing pain. He tried to sit up and the wound did not continue to bleed. He knew that all this was thanks to the little fox.

"I'm much better." Feng Shang said.

Bai Yaoyao dropped the hemostatic grass in her hand, turned around and looked behind him, and found that the bleeding had really stopped. Her fox eyes suddenly narrowed into crescents, and she sniffed at Feng Shang. She was so happy, "Squeak!"

"Thank you, little thing." Feng Shang said, reaching out to touch the little fox's head.

But before my hand even touched her, she quickly dodged away!

He hid aside and pointed at his body, "Squeak, squeak, squeak!" (There are thorns, it hurts!)

She cried continuously because of the prick, but she refused to let him touch her!

Feng Shang couldn't describe how he felt at the moment.

Suddenly, he felt a little similar to the feeling when Bai Yaoyao gave him the Mid-Autumn Festival gift, but there were some more emotions that he couldn't describe.

Among them, there is something called touching.

"Does it hurt?" he asked her.

Her eyes were clearly filled with tears, and her little body was shaking from time to time, but she still tilted her head back and shook it firmly at him, "Squeaky, squeaky!" (It doesn't hurt!)