"You?" Han Xuanhao looked at the young man who had returned with an unknown joy in his heart "Why are you back!" Han Xuanhao made his face look less concerned, he seemed to have returned to his enchanting self, but some things were no longer the same.
Shang Wuxin did not answer, but placed the herbs in his hand in front of Han Xuanhao.
Han Xuanhao was a little surprised when he looked at these healing herbs. Seeing that the young man seemed very thin and noble, yet he knew these herbs, Han Xuanhao was a little curious about the identity of this young man. Many times, curiosity is the beginning of a feeling.
Han Xuanhao did not expect this cold and weird boy to apply medicine to him. He used to hate being touched by others, but now when he thought about this boy applying medicine to him, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
He crushed the herbs and applied them on his wounds. The injury on his back was not serious and it was not convenient for him to apply the medicine himself. He could just take some medicine after he walked out of here. He did not expect the young man to be kind enough to help him apply the medicine.
After applying the medicine, Han Xuanhao looked at the boy sitting by the fire. Even the light of the fire on the boy's face could not drive away the cold aura around him. What surprised Han Xuanhao was that the boy's wound was still bleeding. Why did he pick herbs but not apply medicine to himself? How could this boy who looked so smart do such a stupid thing? Han Xuanhao looked at the remaining herbs and forgot his character of never meddling in other people's business.
"There are also herbs, you can apply the medicine!" Han Xuanhao said to the young man who was sitting there motionless. He himself was unaware that there was worry in the depths of his expression, and the evil smile that was always on the corner of his mouth seemed very far-fetched.
Shang Wuxin glanced at Han Xuanhao slowly but did not show her birth or get any herbs. She did not care about these wounds at all. What was more important was that she needed pain to make herself feel that she was still alive. This pain made her sweat profusely and made her feel morbidly happy, because she was still alive. It was really the biggest joke.
The wounds on Shang Wuxin's body were not actually serious. They were all injuries sustained by his previous incarnation when he was afraid and fell while running. However, they looked very scary because blood kept seeping through his yellow brocade robe and dripping.
Han Xuanhao felt helpless as he looked at the boy who seemed to be deaf, blind, and insensible to pain. He picked up the herbs and prepared to rub against the boy. Why? Because his internal injuries had not yet healed and it was difficult for him to stand up. It would take several hours to recover.
But before Han Xuanhao could get close to the boy, the boy suddenly stood up, left the fire and sat far away from Han Xuanhao, without even a glance at Han Xuanhao. It was a kind of contempt and disregard, as if nothing and no one in this world could catch her eye.
"Your injury..." Han Xuanhao admitted defeat. Since he finally found someone who could arouse his interest and make him want to get to know him, and this boy was still a child, and he was so much older than him that he should care more about this little brother.
But before Han Xuanhao could finish, the young man sitting there asked coldly, "What's your name? Who are you?"
Shang Wuxin didn't ask this question out of boredom, but because since they were in a cooperative relationship, she needed to know who this man was so that she could find someone to support their cooperation in the future. As for other things, they were not within her consideration.
"Han Xuanhao!" Han Xuanhao murmured. His voice had a charm of its own, just like him. "The killer of Hanxing Pavilion!" What he said was the truth, but he did not say that Hanxing Pavilion was also his, and he was the lord of Hanxing Pavilion. It was not because he did not trust him, but because he saw that the young man had no interest in knowing.
Shang Wuxin didn't have many memories in his mind and they were very messy. For a moment, he vaguely knew that Hanxing Pavilion was very powerful, but now was not the time to think about these things. Just based on this man's martial arts, he knew that Hanxing Pavilion should not be underestimated.
"You are already alive!" Shang Wuxin said. She had waited here for so long just to make sure that this man could survive. If she saved this man but he died in the mouth of a wild beast because of her early departure, it would be a loss, and she never liked to do business at a loss.
Han Xuanhao looked at the young man who stood up and was ready to leave and understood that, because he was alive, the agreement between them had begun, and there was no need for him to stay here.
"Who are you? How can I find you?" Han Xuanhao asked before his mouth could stop thinking. Even he wanted to punch himself. Why was he so strange today? Wasn't he rushing to cooperate?
Shang Wuxin's footsteps did not stop. His slow steps seemed to be walking on clouds. He was like a fairy from the human world, as if he would fly away in an instant! His voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, crisp and with the unique warmth of jade. "You don't need to know who I am. If I need you, I will find you to fulfill three conditions!"
(End of this chapter)