Chapter 8:

Yuan Xianger walked through the courtyard quickly, the bamboo basket on his back was soaked in the blood of the wolf demon, and the blood was dripping all the way, which was shocking. She carefully untied the bamboo basket and placed it on the floor of the eaves. The little wolf demon curled up inside, his hair in a mess.
On the road, Yuan Xianger had given him emergency treatment of the wounds and activated the talisman for treating trauma, but it seemed not enough. Yuan Xianger thought for a while, took out the cinnabar, and drew a circular spirit gathering array on the wooden floor of the eaves corridor, and turned a few fluorescent jade stones from the warehouse to press on the array eyes.
The demon's self-healing ability was originally very powerful, but now the spiritual energy in the world is thin, and it is difficult to provide enough spiritual power to restore them. The spirit gathering array drawn by Yuan Xianger can slightly gather the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and it should be helpful to this injured monster.
The pieces of jade on the foot look exquisite and shiny, with good quality and good quality. Any piece of jade on the market is a good thing that is hard to find.
But in the eyes of monks like Yuan Xiang'er, these stones barely carry a trace of aura, which is not enough to set up a formation. Unfortunately, she doesn't have any better materials, so she can only use them to press her feet. Slightly increase the effectiveness of some formations.
Yuan Xiang'er placed a soft cushion in the center of the gathering formation, carefully carried the little wolf out, placed it on the soft cushion, and gently touched it.
There were a lot of poultry in the yard. Those chirping sounds, after Yuan Xianger picked up the little wolf demon, suddenly collectively silenced. The chickens, ducks and geese drew back into their huts in a panic, clustered together shivering. Even the dog, who was about to be happy when seeing people, quickly rushed back to its kennel with its tail clipped.
Yuan Xiang'er hadn't noticed these changes in the yard, she was having a headache how to deal with the serious injury of the little wolf demon.
The scars on his body were obviously injured by more than one monster. Tears of different sizes, scratches and scars caused by various types of spells spread all over the small body. Among them, the wounds on the hind legs and abdomen were particularly serious. The leg bones of the right leg were completely crushed, and it seemed that it would break at any time if it was dragged behind with a belt.
Seeing such a scene, Yuan Xianger fought a cold war. She couldn't imagine how such a small young wolf struggled to escape from the fangs and claws of a group of monsters, and finally could drag such a body all the way. Flee to the edge of the forest until he was discovered by himself.
She began to clean up the terrible blood and wounds, put wound medicine on him, attached broken bones, and clamped splints.
The lines of the spirit gathering array drawn on the ground began to circulate faint auras, and there was a flow of spirit energy between the heaven and the earth slowly converging on the small body lying in the center of the spirit array.
The eyes of the wolf demon suddenly opened, and a pair of amber eyes were contaminated with confusion at first. The moment they saw Yuan Xiang'er they suddenly became sharp, ruthless, and murderous. He rolled over and stretched out his claws, trying to grab Yuan Xianger's hands away from him. It's a pity that his little white paws are soft and weak at this time, and they are scratching on the back of Yuan Xiang'er's hand, but they seem to be tickling.
"Don't move, I just got your leg connected." Yuan Xiang'er held his right leg and turned his body over, for fear that he would break the bandaged leg bone.
This action seemed to make the little wolf demon even more angry. He struggled angrily, kicking his legs desperately regardless of his injury, trying to get rid of the palm of Yuan Xiang'er holding his leg.
"I told you not to move, why are you not obedient!"
Yuan Xiang'er grabbed the little wolf demon who was struggling desperately by holding his limbs, pinched with one hand, and uttered, "Bench!"
As a result, four invisible restraints were formed on the ground, fixing the little wolf on the floor with his limbs wide open.
"My temper is not very good. You'd better be obedient. This is to help you heal your injury, not a wolf. What is it?"
Seeing that she had worked so hard for a long time, and finally bleeding from the broken bones that had been spliced ​​together began to ooze again, Yuan Xiang'er felt furious.
The immobile little wolf had deep hatred and hatred in his eyes, staring at her viciously, and let out an unwilling growl in his throat.
Yuan Xiang'er has come into contact with young demon, most of them are very simple, full of freshness and curiosity about the human world, only a few may become full of hatred towards humans because they have been hurt by humans at some point.
But Yuan Xianger didn't care too much. In short, she was the only one to bully these little monsters in most cases, and it was not their turn to bully herself.
There was a very serious penetrating wound on the little wolf demon's lower abdomen, which was only hastily bandaged on the road to stop the bleeding. Now that he had fixed his limbs, Yuan Xianger took out a razor and began to shave off the blood clotting hair near the wound.
When the razor touched the skin of his abdomen, the little wolf who had been fiercely moved his head to one side and his ears were folded behind his head. But the tips of his trembling ears revealed the fear of his fierce appearance.
Yuan Xiang'er's heart softened again. She realized that her temper was really not good, and she was too impatient, which might have scared the little thing that had just been injured. So she reached out her hand to touch the messy head, and comforted him with a gentle attitude: "Okay, don't be afraid, I promise not to hurt you. It's really just to give you some medicine, if it hurts you, you Just tell me."
The wolf demon didn't appreciate it, and there was always a provocative throat rolling in his throat, showing sharp teeth at Yuan Xiang'er, his ears pressed against the back of his head angrily. It's a pity that his appearance aroused Yuan Xiang'er's desire to make trouble, so he turned the ears up and rubbed them inside and out.
"Despicable human beings." Yuan Xiang'er was startled by the sudden low voice.
That voice had a little unique magnetism that belonged to a demon, but it was definitely not the kind of immature childlike voice Yuan Xianger imagined. It intertwined the youthful youth and mature cold arrogance, clear and low, gloomy and arrogant.
Yuan Xiang'er retracted her hand, and she realized that this little wolf demon was not as young as the appearance showed. Perhaps the appearance of this young wolf was just the protective measures he took to reduce the consumption of spiritual power after he was seriously injured.
Many big monsters, after coming to the world with thin spiritual energy, in order to reduce the consumption of spiritual power, they will no longer maintain a huge beast shape, but choose to greatly reduce their size. It may even subconsciously transform into a human form, or a semi-demon form, just because the human body has its own small week, and the spiritual power will revolve during the period and will continue to regenerate. It is the most labor-saving and suitable for activities in this world.
After realizing this, Yuan Xianger was a little embarrassed to continue to bully the "adult" wolf.
"So you can talk, what's your name?"
"Shameless and despicable human race, I will never tell you my name."
"You definitely don't have a name? It doesn't matter, I can give you a name." Yuan Xianger thought for a while, "Just call Xiaobai, Nuo, and Xiao Hei at home are just right. I will call you Xiaohe in the future. Is it all right?"
"I don't like it? Can I change it to Wangcai? Or Baimao..."
After Yuan Xianger gave seven or eight names that he thought was good, but were actually very unreliable, the low voice sounded unwillingly.
"South River."
"What are you talking about? Oh, you mean your name is Nanhe?" Yuan Xianger smiled, "It sounds pretty good. I'll call you Xiaonan from now on."
Yuan Xianger stopped taking Nan He’s almost cannibalistic eyes, picked up the razor, carefully shaved off the short and soft hair near the wound on his abdomen, gently applied the special wound medicine, and then pressed the breathable gauze, and finally Bandaged up in circles.
After treating the wound, he slapped warm water again, combed and washed the hair that had been clumped together because of the blood cement. The warm towel carefully wiped the back of the ears, the neck, the base of the tail... and cleaned every inch of corners.
While doing these things, Yuan Xianger suddenly felt a little dazed. The scene and time and space were so familiar. She remembered that she had raised such a puppy when she was a child. It was originally just a stray dog ​​on the side of the road. Xi's, he screwed the house himself, and personally washed the puppy little by little in the bathroom. When he first arrived at home, he was very irritable and not easy to approach, and was full of resistance to his closeness, but later became his closest partner and accompanied him through a lonely childhood. Yuan Xianger sighed, wondering if anyone would take care of the little animals she raised in the villa after she died in that world.
After washing several pots of water, Nanhe's hair showed its original color, which turned out to be a very beautiful silvery white. This turned out to be a very rare silver wolf. Unfortunately, at this time, the silver hair was soaked in water and wiped back and forth. It became condensed in clusters, exposing large areas of skin and skinny underneath. Body.
Nan He was no longer struggling. He lay there motionless, ears hanging low, and no sound from his throat. He stared firmly at the corner of the wall, his eyes seemed to be covered with mist.
Yuan Xiang'er released the restriction, and the wet little wolf slowly curled up without saying a word, his tail looped up, and he buried his head in it, seemingly wronged. Yuan Xiang'er lifted his limp body, changed a clean cushion, touched his head, sat cross-legged beside him, and began to recite the Jin Yinzhao mantra that could promote the healing of the trauma.
"Qiang removes Yuhui, Taixuan true light, wonderful sound everywhere, through my misery..."
Every time Yuan Xiang'er chanted a motto, he gently shook the Emperor Bell in his hand, and the Emperor Bell made a crisp sound.
Those curses with peculiar rhythms, accompanied by the heart and lungs of bells, hovered repeatedly around the formation.
The little wolf, who was badly wounded but had been supporting him, finally closed his eyes a little bit during the singing.
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