Gu Nuoer was protected by Kongjue in his arms and was safe and sound.

But Kongjue didn't know the back of his hand was scratched by someone's sharp fingernails.

Even, I don't know what was hit on the head, a small hole appeared on the cheek, and a trace of blood flowed out.

Even so, he still didn't let go of the hand that hugged Gu Nuoer tightly.

The little guy was initially taken aback by the grieving villagers.

She saw Kongjue defend herself like this.

Even at the expense of getting hurt.

There was a deep sense of remorse and anger in my heart.

"If you do this again, no one will be cured, they will all die here!"

Gu Nuo'er raised a sharp little milk voice, and stunned all the people who were still noisy and crazy.

Her little hand was tightly protecting Kongshou's arm.

He looked at the panting, ghostly people around him.

The little man looked angry, and his big bright eyes were full of deterrence.

"Since you know that I'm a princess, don't be arrogant! I'm here to cure you together, not to be bullied by you!"

She pointed to the shocking scratch on the back of Kongjue's hand.

"You can't tell the difference between good and bad. Brother monk, regardless of the danger, came here alone to help you, and you also injured him!"

Everyone's faces flashed with embarrassment.

Gu Nuo'er's dark eyes swept across everyone present.

"You have to believe me, I'm so young and I'm here, will I still lie to you?

Those officers and soldiers outside came here just to save you! However, there are too many villages affected by the epidemic!

Ning'an Village is at the very center again. It will take some time for them to come here. All we have to do is wait patiently! "

With the comfort of her soft and waxy voice, everyone gradually calmed down.

"Those soldiers, look at this mission as comparable to signing a life and death certificate on the battlefield. If you are a little careless, you will get sick. No one wants to die, but we all want to save you. So, don't give up!"

The villager who had just taken the lead suddenly knelt down and cried.

"Princess, we really can't do anything about it. Our family is going to die. We are too scared."

Gu Nuoer let out a small sigh.

She waved her little hand: "This disease, the most important thing is to first separate from those who are infected with the epidemic!

The able-bodied people in the village will help those who are infected with the epidemic to move to a separate house and live separately! "

Everyone suddenly seemed to have a backbone, and they all roared and left.

One said that the Zhang family was ill, and the other said that the Li family had two serious illnesses.

As soon as they summed up, they left the large courtyard where they listened to the opera in the village, and placed the villagers who were infected with the epidemic.

Taking advantage of this time, Gu Nuoer quickly took Kongjue's hand.

"Brother monk, come on, let's wash your wound with water."

The people of Ning'an Village do not know how long they have lived in such a filthy environment.

Their scratches and blows, I don't know how dirty it will be.

Although Gu Nuoer is there, Kongjue will not get sick.

But the wounds on his hands and face were enough.

Kongjue hurriedly said: "The poor monk is fine."

"No way!" The little guy insisted.

She dragged Kongjue to a small stream flowing through the village.

Rinse the wound on the back of his hand with running water.

Then, he wiped the wound on Kongjue's cheek with the wet handkerchief.

Kongjue has been squatting, letting the little guy busy himself.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "Little donor, you don't have to worry, the poor monk is fine."

Gu Nuo'er didn't answer.

She turned her head and saw her bright red eyes from the reflection of the flowing stream.

The tears he held back never fell.

Now is not the time to cry.