Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 725 Su Wuming 24

Su Wuming felt so distressed when he saw this that he quickly took out a clean silk handkerchief from his arms. There were a few black bamboos embroidered on the snow-white silk, which looked very elegant.

He carefully held Chu Huan's hand, as if it were a precious piece of porcelain, afraid that it would be broken accidentally. To him, the few tiny bloodstains seemed to be scratched on his heart, making him breathe more tightly.

"Miss, I'm sorry." Su Wuming whispered, his tone so gentle that water could drip out. He gently covered Chu Hua's wound with a silk handkerchief, and his movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

Chu Hua was still immersed in pain, and was stunned by his sudden tenderness. She stared at him blankly. Su Wuming lowered his eyebrows and bandaged her carefully. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, making his eyebrows and eyes look more handsome.

"Okay." Su Wuming raised his head and met Chu Hua's gaze, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Chu Hua finally came back to her senses, pulled her hand back, and smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, Mr. Su."

She felt her cheeks getting a little hot. Why did Su Wuming suddenly become so... gentle?

"Cough cough!" Lu Lingfeng coughed twice, breaking the slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

"Where is the tiger?" Lu Lingfeng asked. "Where is the tiger?" Lu Lingfeng looked around. There was no trace of the tiger in the empty room. There were only tiger skins scattered on the ground and broken wooden frames around, which showed the danger that had just happened.

He watched Su Wuming carefully bandaging Chu Hua's wound and was speechless. If he was slower, the wound would have healed.

Chu Hua was startled by Lu Lingfeng's loud voice and subconsciously retracted her hand, but accidentally touched the wound.

With a "hiss" sound, she almost cried due to the pain.

Su Wuming looked at her distressedly, with a hint of reproach in his tone: "Lu Lingfeng, can you keep your voice down? Can't you see that the girl is injured?"

"Where's the tiger?"

"There is no tiger. It's just an illusion." Su Wuming didn't even raise his head, still concentrating on bandaging Chu Hua. His slender fingers tied knots deftly, his movements were so gentle as if he was caressing Chu Hua's skin, and his eyes were so focused as if he wanted to suck Chu Hua in.

Lu Lingfeng looked at the disgusting scene in front of him and got goosebumps all over his body.

He rubbed his arms and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Su Wuming, do you really need to worry about this? It's just a few small cuts. If you don't know, you would think she's going to die!"

Su Wuming heard this and finally gave him a look with a hint of warning in it: "What do you know? Girls are delicate, even a small injury needs to be treated properly."

After saying that, he lowered his head to look at Chu Hua again, his tone so gentle that it could squeeze water out of her: "Girl, does it still hurt?"

Chu Hua originally thought that this minor injury was nothing, but after Su Wuming did this to her, she felt a burning pain in the wound, as if a small bug was crawling on it.

She bit her lip and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Su, I really have no strength left. Please help me up." Chu Hua's voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness, which made Su Wuming's heart flutter.

He quickly squatted down, carefully held Chu Hua's arm, and helped her up from the ground. Chu Hua's body was very light, as if she had no weight at all.

"Be careful, girl." Su Wuming said softly, afraid of disturbing her.

"Thank you, Mr. Su." Chu Huan whispered, her cheeks slightly flushed.

He took a deep breath, tried hard to control his inner impulse, and gently helped Chu Hua to sit on a chair beside him.

"Girl, are you okay?" Su Wuming asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just a little weak." Chu Huan shook her head and said with forced calmness.

Su Wuming felt even more distressed when he saw her pretending to be strong. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat on her forehead, but stopped in mid-air.

Lu Lingfeng rubbed the hairs on his arms and finally recovered from the weird atmosphere. He cleared his throat and said to Chu Hua awkwardly: "Ahem, that... Miss Chu Hua, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, I would probably have lost my life here."

Chu Hua looked at Lu Lingfeng's awkward look and couldn't help but chuckle, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, as cute as a crescent moon.

"Hey, General Lu can say 'thank you' too? I thought you were only good at wielding swords and guns! How come the tiger didn't eat you, but now you're scared?"

Lu Lingfeng was embarrassed by her teasing. He stiffened his neck and said, "I... I'm not scared! It's just... ahem, I just feel like I should thank you."

"Why didn't you let me jump out of the window just now?" Lu Lingfeng pointed at the window, his tone full of confusion.

"Why don't I just jump down? Why do I have to tangle with that beast for so long?"

"The tea vendor who jumped down is probably in great danger..." Su Wuming's tone contained a hint of regret.

"What?!" Lu Lingfeng was shocked.

"The villain uses illusion to make us jump out of the window and escape. So what do you think will be underneath?" Su Wuming said, his eyes drifting toward the window, as if he could see the scene outside through the wooden window.

Lu Lingfeng carefully held the window frame with one hand and slowly pushed the window open with the other. Just as a ray of light appeared through the gap, a sharp arrow flew through the air with a "whoosh" sound and headed straight for his face!

In a flash, Lu Lingfeng suddenly shrank back, the sharp arrow flew past his nose and nailed to the wall behind him, making a buzzing sound.

Lu Lingfeng yelled angrily, raised his leg and kicked the entire window out.

The moment the wooden window shattered, a biting cold wind mixed with fine sawdust blew in his face. He squinted his eyes, and then he could see the murderous intent hidden under the window sill: a row of sharp caltrops were densely laid there, flashing a heart-pounding cold light.

Outside the window, a corpse was pierced by several sharpened wooden stakes, and it was covered in blood like a broken rag doll. The tea vendor died miserably, and his wide-open eyes seemed to still contain fear and despair, which made him look even more eerie in the night.

Lu Lingfeng took a deep breath, his stomach churning and he almost vomited.

"What a cruel trick!" He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. If Chu Huan and Su Wuming hadn't stopped him in time, he would have been the one turned into a hedgehog.

Chu Huan walked to the window and carefully observed the scene outside, her eyebrows slightly frowned. She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and covered her mouth and nose to prevent the smell of blood from irritating her.

"It seems that the person behind this is not only proficient in illusion, but also extremely cruel." She said in a cold tone, with a hint of chill in her eyes.

Su Wuming stood beside her, staring calmly at the tragic scene outside the window. He sighed slightly and said, "This illusion is so ingenious and interlinked. If we hadn't been alert, we would have fallen into the trap."