Cui Jinyu waved his hand nonchalantly and said calmly: "It's okay. I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned. I can't die!"

Zhou Xiaodu waved to Jiang Sibai, who was squatting like a mushroom in the corner, "You, Die Lianhua, return it to me."

"Oh..." Jiang Sibai held the paint box in his arms, got out from behind the eucalyptus, came to Zhou Xiaodu, and carefully handed the paint box to her. He felt the bloody smell hit his face, so strong that it made him take a breath.

stagnation.

Zhou Xiaodu reached out to take it and stood up straight. The change of posture inevitably affected the wound, causing a cold sweat to break out from the pain.

Seeing her swaying slightly, Jiang Sibai subconsciously stepped forward to help her, but Zhou Xiaodu broke away.

"Let him treat you without charging you any money." Cui Jinyu said in a cool tone.

Jiang Sibai said sincerely: "Jiang carries a medicine box with him. Miss, it's better to leave it behind and bandage the wound. You're too seriously injured."

Zhou Xiaodu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then refused, "You'd better help Mr. Marquis deal with it first. I'm afraid he will die here due to his serious injuries, so it's up to you to rely on me."

As she said that, she looked at the sky and said, "Since I won, let me go quickly and don't bother me in the future."

Cui Jinyu sneered, knowing that she didn't believe him, so he didn't force himself and asked someone to send her away in a boat.

"Your Majesty, I have disappeared." The woman stepped onto the boat without looking back.

Cui Jinyu looked at her back disappearing in the wind amid the floating light, and said loudly: "It's best not to see her. If we meet again, I will definitely defeat you by the sword!"

The woman's clothes were flying and she laughed and said, "Your Majesty, please take it easy and be careful of your wounds, hahaha."

When Zhou Xiaodu reached the shore, he breathed a sigh of relief. His left arm, with a wound so deep that the bone was visible, began to tremble violently.

She held the pair of butterfly love flowers, gathered up her robe, mobilized her remaining inner strength, and sneaked into the night.

Zhou Xiaodu returned to the small courtyard he found temporarily last night, changed out of his blood-stained clothes, then simply applied medicine and bandage on himself, and his face changed back to his usual face of a handsome young man.

Then, I found a cloth bag and put the Dielianhua into it.

When Zhou Xiaodu packed up and appeared on the street again, it seemed that there had never been such a person as "Ms. Du".

When she returned to the inn with the cloth bag, Zhima was reading a book with a light on. Under the warm yellow light, Jiezi was sleeping in the corner. Hearing the sound of her return, he woke up and lay down again.

The young man raised his head, joy flashing in his eyes, "Where have you been? You let me wait, but you are back..." Suddenly he frowned, "Why do you look so ugly?"

Zhou Xiaodu asked: "Is there any?"

He came up to help her, "Are you injured?"

Zhou Xiaodu's left arm was touched by him and he couldn't help but feel pain. He stretched out his right hand to push him, "No."

The young man felt something was wrong and looked down at her left arm, "What's wrong with your arm?"

After saying that, regardless of her struggle, he stroked her left sleeve and couldn't help but sigh, "Where have you been fighting with others? What is this bag? It's a mess. Have you applied the medicine?"

"I've done it and sprinkled it with gold sore medicine." Zhou Xiaodu took out his hand, "It's so annoying."

"Just rub it twice, sprinkle some medicinal powder, then roll it up with a strip of cloth and tie it into a knot, right?" Zhima said helplessly.

Zhou Xiaodu walked to the table and sat down, and asked confidently: "Isn't that right?"

"You seem quite reasonable." Zhima smiled angrily, "If you didn't mess around like this, would you have left so many scars on your body?"

"Isn't it normal for scars to appear after an injury? As long as it heals, it's fine. I know my own body well. If you say I'm messing around, then why don't I still live a good and active life till now?" Uncle Zhou Xiaodu seemed to ask.

He sat back on the chair and said, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"Wait a minute, I'll go downstairs to buy it." After Zhima said, he turned around and went out.

Zhou Xiaodu lay limply on the table, flipping through the exercises on the table in boredom, "... Damn, what is this?!"

When Zhima came back with the food, he was greeted by a flying book. It hit the door with a bang, "Ah! What are you doing?!"

Zhou Xiaodu said angrily: "Did you use the pocket money I gave you to buy pornographic books?!"

Zhima put the tray on the table, covered his face and explained: "I didn't buy it, Liu Yangyang gave it as a gift with a book..."

"Really...does it look good?" Zhou Xiaodu said slowly.

"I did not see."

Zhou Xiaodu squinted and said, "Didn't you see? Then why are you blushing?"

"Eat your food!" Zhima choked her, "Stretch out your arm. I asked the store for some ointment and gauze, as well as liquor and needle and thread. I'll help you rebandage it."

Zhou Xiaodu knew that he was kind-hearted, so he did not refuse. He stretched out his arm and put the dish into his mouth with his other hand.

The layers of cloth were uncovered, which became more and more shocking. The young man exclaimed: "How many times have you rolled on the mountain of knives? How can you just sprinkle gold sore medicine on this wound? I know you are not reliable..."

Zhou Xiaodu was chewing his vegetables and was too lazy to talk to him.

"I'll wash your wound with strong liquor to prevent it from festering in the future, and then sew it up with needle and thread to speed up the healing. It may be more painful, so please bear with it..." Sesame thought to herself.

Zhou Xiaodu asked, "When did you understand this? You're quite particular about it."

Zhima rolled his eyes, "Boss, only a weirdo like you who is not afraid of death would do anything to his wounds, okay? Since I started learning martial arts, I have gone through all these points to understand..."

Zhou Xiaodu said disgustedly: "I'm a cheap person, I can't be so pretentious like you."

Zhima was called hypocritical, so he was so angry that he picked up a wine bottle and poured it on her wound. He wanted to scold her for ruining himself, but when he looked up, he saw her expression remained unchanged and she was chewing happily. For a moment, she was speechless.

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When he looked carefully, he saw a thin layer of sweat on Zhou Xiaodu's forehead, and his five fingers were tense and trembling in an imperceptible manner.

It turns out it's not that I don't know the pain, but that I care too much about face... He thought silently.

Seeing that she was desperate to save face and suffer the consequences, Zhima hesitated for a moment and didn't have the heart to talk to her anymore.

The room suddenly became quiet. Zhou Xiaodu stared at the swaying candle saplings, and his chewing gradually became mechanical.

She suddenly felt that all of this was unreal. After a bloody battle, someone could actually bring her hot meals and stitch and bandage her wounds.

In fact, she envied Cui Jinyu. Mr. Cui Xiaohou could decide to fight to the death with anyone as he pleased. It seemed that all he had to do in life was argue for words, and he didn't have to worry about other things. If he fought with her in a duel, he would avenge his previous shame and shout, "Happy!"

, if you lose, there will be a bunch of secret guards and friends with medical skills behind you.

She couldn't stand the other person's willfulness and calmness, so she repeatedly provoked her with words, making the other person fly into a rage.

But at this moment, when there was a solitary lamp in the long night, there were vegetables, porridge, spirits, fine needles, and white, soft, tightly wrapped gauze, Zhou Xiaodu suddenly felt that he was not as embarrassed as he had imagined.

At least there was someone who could let her expose her wounds without warning and have a meal in peace.

"Okay, don't touch the water these days, at least until the scabs form... Although I guess you won't listen." The young man put down her sleeves, packed up the rags that had been replaced, and then

He said, "Are there any wounds? I'll help you take care of them. Don't be stubborn. You also want them to heal faster, right?"

Zhou Xiaodu lowered his eyelashes, "No more."

"Do you think I believe it?" Sesame sighed, "You always say that I am childish, but I think you are childish. If you pretend it doesn't exist, will it heal and disappear on the spot?"

Zhou Xiaodu frowned, "Then I'll do it myself."

"What the hell, come on." He rolled his eyes, "Let your arm rest, ancestor. It was just sewn, so don't let it fall apart."

This brat dared to attack me. He is getting more and more insignificant.

Zhou Xiaodu angrily threw Kuai Zi down, and Kang Di fell back as if he was about to die. He lifted up his shirt, revealing the circles of blood-stained cloth around his waist.
Chapter completed!