The beach was quite cold, and both of them were wet, so they could not use their minds to resist. Naturally, it was more practical to burn a fire.
There is a small forest not far from this beach, and Feng Qingyu quickly walked into the woods.
Di Shiyin watched Feng Qingyu's small figure disappear from her sight, sighed softly, and looked at the silver knife in the palm of her palm, her palms trembled slightly.
Qingyu, I'm sorry—
The infinite regret in my heart turned into a helpless sigh...
He cut his knee with a knife, and the black air flashed, and countless black threads emerged from his knees, swayed in the air for a moment, and wanted to escape.
Di Shiyin didn't care about the pain and sweating heavily on his face. His fingertips popped up repeatedly, and the white light flashed slightly, placing the black coils in a pale white ball...
He chanted the mantra in a low voice, and the white ball rolled rapidly in the air, and in a moment it turned into invisible in the air.
Di Shiyin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the black threads were left to penetrate into people's body, it would be a big disaster. The reason why he sent Feng Qingyu was because he was afraid that she would get involved in this thing-
After doing this, he was sweating again and simply lay down to the ground and gasped slightly.
When Feng Qingyu came back from picking up firewood, she saw this scene.
She was slightly surprised, put the firewood down, walked over and looked at him: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Di Shiyin sighed in her heart. She would not call her master any more.
Miss that time so much-
When she called him master with a crisp and soft voice, she thought it was so sweet now.
When will she let go of her knot and call him Master?
His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his lips were so painful that he shook his head slightly.
Forget it, as long as she is willing to stay by his side, he will have the opportunity to slowly influence her...
"I--It's okay." Indra could not bear to worry about her, so he slowly sat up again.
His face looked much better, but the wounds on his body were still ferocious, and blood continued to flow after this movement.
Feng Qingyu didn't say anything, and lit the fire silently, sat on the side and roasted the wet clothes.
"Come here." Indra spoke softly.
"What are you doing?" Feng Qingyu remained motionless.
"Qingyu, I want to ask for something." Indra's eyes were fixed on her, and he was serious.
"What's the matter?" Feng Qingyu was a little puzzled when he could easily pop up the word "seek" from the mouth of this god.
"Your suture technique is good. Can you - stitch it for me?" Indra said in a low voice.
Feng Qingyu: "..."
There was nothing she could do when she stitched Prince Lan Cang in the water. Now he could use magic to slowly heal the wound. Why did he have to suffer the life and let her stitch it with a needle?
No stitches without anesthetics - but it is very painful!
As if he had guessed what Feng Qingyu was thinking, Di Shiyin sighed softly: "My injury technique will not heal for a while, so it's better to stitch it faster." As long as she is willing to sew for him, he will not be afraid of suffering.
.
There was a light flashing in Feng Qingyu's big eyes: "It's OK to stitch it, but I don't have a way to stop the pain."
"It doesn't matter, you can do it, I can't bear it." Indra said.
Since this person must suffer, there is no way.
Feng Qingyu finally took out the needle and thread again: "Sewing can only suture the external wounds, and I can't do anything about the injuries inside your five internal organs."