Everyone is also exquisite and clear, just one thing.?

According to Ning Xuemo's reminder, it was indeed much easier to go in such a direction. The price paid to seal the second-to-last evil beast was not too heavy.

Ning Xuemo was commanding, and suddenly she saw white. The originally transparent barrier turned milky white. She couldn't see anything outside clearly.

Ning Xuemo: "..." What does Shen Jiuli mean?

Before she could figure it out, a light green medicine bottle rolled in and landed at her hands.

Ning Xuemo's heart moved. The medicine bottle was from Shen Jiuli, and the medicine in it was also the best golden sore medicine he had developed. It can be recovered immediately by applying a little.

Compared with his medicine, her own medicine is like a copycat.

The same medicine bottle rolled in, Shen Jiuli's words: "Heal your own wounds." What is concise and concise is the God's usual style.

The voice was not cold this time, and even had a faint sense of concern.

Ning Xuemo picked up the medicine bottle and smiled: "Thank you, God." His voice was gentle and polite, but there was also a slight alienation.

Shen Jiuli's body froze slightly and said coldly: "You don't have to be polite. I just can't bear to be hurt by my companions. You have a great effect here..."

He kept playing the flute and basically spoke to people in Fuyu. He was very skilled, and there was no difference between using Fuyu and speaking in daily life.

Ning Xuemo nodded: "I understand, don't worry, God Lord, I won't think too much."

Since the barrier has turned milky white and isolates the inside and outside vision, she is not afraid of exposing herself.

She could not really deal with her injuries until this moment. She tore open her trouser legs and exposed her thighs. Looking at the two big bloody holes, she greeted the ancestor of the evil beast in her heart.

If such wounds are placed in modern times, dozens of stitches must be sewn!

Fortunately, she has medicine! The immortal medicine...

It hurt so much that she trembled her hands and pinched the cleaning technique. She sweated her teeth before she cleaned the wound and applied the medicine.

Then—she watched the blood gush out and flushed away the medicine...

Damn, why is the magic pill no longer effective?

Shen Jiuli wouldn't throw her a bottle of fake or shoddy in a hurry, right?

Ning Xuemo unwillingly applied the wound twice in succession. Each time, as soon as the medicine liquid was applied, blood immediately poured out and washed away the medicine liquid.

She had clearly lit the bleeding-stop acupoint, so why would this happen to the hair?

Ning Xuemo raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows. It seemed that she would not be lucky enough to survive...

She took out her own medicine and tried it. It was strange that it worked very well. At least it could make the blood clot of the wound, but it was not very effective.

The large piece of flesh on her thigh was raising it, looking scary.

She thought about it and then she would create surgical needles and thread, lower her head and suture the wound there...

She can create needles and threads, but she can't create anesthetics, so the suture is so painful...

So, she sweated again!

Miao Fan had been in a coma for a long time, and I don’t know if he was stimulated by the bloody smell, but he actually woke up with a moan.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Ning Xuemo sitting there pursing her lips tightly, slitting her legs...

This scene shocked her, and she screamed, and looked at Ning Xuemo with wide eyes, as if she was looking at a monster!

Ning Xuemo heard her movements, glanced at her casually, ignored her, and continued to fly the needle and thread...
Chapter completed!