Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

As soon as they emerged from the woods, they were stopped by dozens of Mongol cavalrymen.

The leader was a burly commander named Timur.

"Kill them! Avenge the general!" Timur roared.

Dozens of riders charged forward at the same time!

Yang Guo shielded the two women behind him.

"Stay close to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he chose to take the initiative!

He used his lightness skill to its fullest extent, and his figure was as fast as lightning as he rushed into the enemy formation!

While the other party was too caught off guard to react.

The palm strikes were like thunder, unleashing a series of attacks.

Every palm strike kills one person!

Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan followed closely behind, the three of them back to back, charging towards the encirclement.

But the Mongol soldiers grew in number, soon reaching nearly a hundred.

"Fire the arrows!" Timur ordered.

A hail of arrows swept in!

Yang Guo waved his sleeve to block, knocking down all the arrows aimed at the three men.

But the rain of arrows was too dense, and a cold arrow shot from the side, aiming straight for Wanyan Ping's chest!

"Sister, be careful!" Yelü Yan exclaimed, trying to push her away, but she was too late.

"puff!"

The arrow pierced Wanyan Ping's upper left chest, just inches away from her heart!

"Ping'er!" Yang Guo turned around abruptly, his eyes instantly bloodshot.

Wanyan Ping let out a muffled groan, her face turning deathly pale.

"court death!"

Yang Guo roared, unleashing the full power of his Grandmaster-level internal energy!

The palm strike was like a tidal wave, sending Mongolian soldiers within a dozen feet flying and spitting blood!

Timur was horrified when he saw this.

This skill is in no way inferior to that of the Imperial Advisor!

He is far superior to them.

They could only hurriedly turn their horses around and flee.

Yang Guo stopped pursuing and picked up Wanyan Ping with his right arm.

At the same time, he pulled Yelü Yan up with his left hand and placed her behind his back.

He then seized a warhorse, mounted it, and charged out of the soldiers' encirclement.

Instead of heading towards Wuguan City, they sped off in the northeast.

……

Ten miles northeast of Wuguan Pass lies a remote mountain village.

Li Mochou was already waiting there.

She rented a small courtyard in a farmhouse as a temporary place to stay.

Seeing Yang Guo rush in carrying the injured Wanyan Ping, she frowned: "How badly is she injured?"

"A deep arrow wound to the chest." Yang Guo carried Wanyan Ping into the house and laid her flat on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Wanyan Ping was in a daze, and her clothes were soaked with blood.

Yelü Yan knelt by the kang (a heated brick bed), tears streaming down her face: "It's all my fault... I couldn't push my sister away..."

"Now is not the time to talk about these things."

Yang Guo calmly said, "Mo Chou, prepare hot water, scissors, and gauze. Wu Shuang, bring the wine."

Lu Wushuang and Hong Lingbo hurriedly went to make preparations.

Looking at Wanyan Ping's wound, Li Mochou said in a deep voice, "The arrow wound is close to the heart. You must be extremely careful when pulling it out. If the heart is damaged, even a god cannot save you."

"I know." Yang Guo tore open the clothes covering Wan Yanping's chest.

The arrow wounds on his fair skin were shocking.

The arrow shaft was broken, and the arrowhead was deeply embedded in the flesh, only a little finger's width away from the raspberry on his left breast.

With a focused expression, Yang Guo first used strong liquor to clean the area around the wound.

Then he took out a small knife and heated it until it was red-hot over a candle flame.

"Bear with it," he said softly, even though Wanyan Ping had already fainted.

As the knife tip slowly cut into the flesh, he carefully peeled away the muscles and tendons around the arrowhead.

The room fell silent instantly, with only the crackling of the candlelight.

Li Mochou watched from the side, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She could tell that Yang Guo was completely focused at the moment, his technique was precise, and he had no distracting thoughts.

It seems he is truly a person of great loyalty and affection!

Although he is affectionate, he treats everyone with the utmost sincerity.

Yelü Yan, standing to the side, kept biting her lip as she watched Yang Guo's hand move on Wanyan Ping's chest.

Fifteen minutes later, the arrow was completely removed.

Yang Guo quickly applied the Jade Dew Powder he carried with him and bandaged it properly with gauze.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "The arrow was not poisoned and did not damage the heart. However, the patient has lost too much blood and needs to rest for a while."

He turned to Yelü Yan: "You're injured too, let me see."

Yelü Yan then felt the pain in her old left shoulder injury, but shook her head: "I'm fine, take care of my sister first..."

"Sit down," Yang Guo said firmly.

Yelü Yan had no choice but to sit down.

Yang Guo examined her shoulder injury and found that it was an old wound that had reopened, so he could only reapply medicine and bandage it.

After it's done.

"You all rest first," Yang Guo said to the others. "I'll stay by her side tonight."

Late at night.

The farmhouse courtyard fell silent.

Li Mochou lived in the next room with Lu Wushuang and Hong Lingbo.

Yelü Yan insisted on staying by Wanyan Ping's side and dozed off by the kang (a heated brick bed).

Yang Guo sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at the unconscious Wanyan Ping.

In the candlelight, her face was pale, but her breathing was steady.

Beneath the gauze bandage wrapped around her chest, her curves undulated.

Yang Guo was not a saint.

It would be a lie to say that he felt nothing at all when treating a woman's chest injury so intimately.

But he knew even better that now was not the time to think about these things.

Although Wanyan Ping's condition has stabilized, she has lost too much blood and may experience relapses during the night.

And he was the one with the most energy.

It's perfect for keeping watch at night.

Sure enough, Wanyan Ping started to have a fever in the middle of the night.

"Cold...so cold..." she murmured in her unconscious state, her body trembling slightly.

Yang Guo reached out and touched her forehead; it was burning hot.

He quickly used a damp towel to wipe her down and cool her down, then tucked the blanket in a little tighter.

Yelü Yan was also awakened by Wanyan Ping's voice. Seeing this scene, her eyes reddened again: "Young Master Yang, my sister..."

"It's normal to have a fever," Yang Guo said calmly. "Go to sleep, I'll take care of you."

"No, I want to stay with my sister," Yelü Yan shook her head.

Seeing Yelü Yan's decision.

Yang Guo stopped trying to persuade her and continued to wipe Wanyan Ping's forehead and neck with a damp towel.

The towel slid across her collarbone, touching the edge of the gauze on her chest.

Wanyan Ping, who was in a coma, seemed to sense something and unconsciously moved her body, making her clothes even looser.

Yang Guo's eyes flickered slightly, but he continued wiping with a calm expression.

Yelü Yan watched from the side, her cheeks slightly flushed, but a strange emotion welled up inside her.

Yang Guo was not only highly skilled, but also handsome.

The key is that she takes such meticulous care of people...

If it were me...

"Young Master Yang," Yelü Yan asked softly, "Are you... are you this kind to every woman?"

Yang Guo continued working with his hands: "Of course I'll treat my people well."

These words, spoken so frankly, made Yelü Yan's heart race.

Her people...

So, am I considered one of his people?

"Then... what about me?" Yelü Yan mustered her courage to ask.

Yang Guo turned to look at her; in the candlelight, the girl's eyes shone with anticipation and trepidation.

He laughed: "What do you think?"

Yelü Yan blushed and lowered her head, but felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

Brother Yang didn't refuse me, that's so nice!

As dawn broke, Wanyan Ping's high fever finally subsided.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Yang Guo and Yelü Yan guarding the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Young Master Yang... Sister..." The voice was weak.

"Don't speak," Yang Guo said, pressing her down. "You're badly injured and need to rest."

Wanyan Ping felt the pain in her chest and, recalling yesterday's assassination attempt, tears welled up in her eyes: "I...I've avenged myself..."

"Yes, you've avenged yourself," Yang Guo said gently, "but now, you need to take good care of your injuries."

Wanyan Ping looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude: "Young Master Yang, I have no way to repay your life-saving grace..."

"Then I'll repay you with my whole life," Yang Guo said naturally.

Wanyan Ping was taken aback, then her cheeks flushed red.

Yelü Yan smiled to herself from the side.

At this moment, Li Mochou pushed open the door and entered. Seeing that Wanyan Ping had woken up, she said calmly:

"It's good that you're awake. Wuguan is under martial law, and Mongol soldiers are searching the entire city for assassins. We can't stay here for long; we can only stay for one more day at most."

Yang Guo nodded: "Tomorrow morning, we will continue our journey to Xiangyang."

Wanyan Ping was lying on the bed.

Yang Guo's words kept repeating in his mind.

Then I'll repay you with my whole life!

However, he already has several women around him.

And I seem to only be a hindrance to him.

Thinking about all this, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

I will definitely listen to Yang Guo's words properly from now on.

I can never do something like that again.