The great master took out a silver needle and picked her up the unbreakable blood bubbles. He then took out a bottle of rouge-red ointment and applied it carefully on the broken blood bubbles...
His fingertips were slightly warm, and after being touched with ointment, he wandered in her palm with a faint coolness.
Luo Qingyu's heart was beating slightly, and such a scene seemed to look familiar.
I remember that once I was on a mission in my previous life, I suffered a little knife wound on my hand. He Xiangwan saw it. He also caught her hand and applied medicine to her like this...
The two pictures coincided inexplicably in her mind, and she felt that the great master seemed to be He Xiangwan...
She was suddenly shocked, laughed and shook her head.
How is that possible?!
The great master's personality has no similarity to He Xiangwan, and his aura is also very different.
How could these two people be the same person?
It's just that the scene is somewhat similar.
"What are you thinking?" The great master suddenly spoke, and his eyes as deep as sea water fell on her.
"Uh, no... I didn't think about anything, thank you, Master." Luo Qingyu smiled well, gentle and harmless, and took advantage of the opportunity to withdraw his hand.
He looked down at his hands and suddenly opened his eyes wide!
The blood bubbles on her hand were shattered as if they had been imposed on immortal magic, and were healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye...
After another stick of incense, her little hands returned to their original appearance, and the palms were as moist as before.
Even the thin cocoon that had been ground out before disappeared.
So amazing!
Luo Qingyu's eyes were shining brightly.
No wonder the senior brothers practiced climbing ice rocks with bare hands at that time. Even if their ten fingers were broken, what were they afraid of with these ointments that could instantly recover?
Well, although the great master’s method is perverted, it is a good way to quickly improve his skills...
I wonder if there are many ointments like this?
What is the formula? If you can get the formula, you will not be afraid even if you are injured in the future...
She raised her eyes and looked at the great master. The ointment in his hand had disappeared, and it must have been put away.
How should I ask him for it?
If you want it directly, I am afraid that I won’t give it to you, so why take the roundabout route?
Well, how to detour?
Is it tactful or direct?
Which set does he prefer to eat?
"What are you thinking about again?" The great master corrected two documents and glanced at her.
"Well, Master, my disciple is so up and down. He will definitely get blood blisters when his hands are grinding. This bottle of ointment, this bottle of ointment..." Luo Qingyu began to consider the words.
"Do you want this bottle of ointment?" The great master spoke very directly this time.
"Yes, yes, Master will give the ointment to your disciple. If your hand is broken, it will be easier to apply it yourself." Luo Qingyu looked at him with his eyes flashing.
"Are you sure you don't have to apply it to you?" The great master smiled.
"Why do you bother Master so often? I still want to be as independent as possible." Luo Qingyu looked sincere.
The great master didn't say anything, and threw the bottle of ointment to her: "Take it."
Luo Qingyu didn't expect that he was so easy to talk to this time. He was stunned for a moment, hurriedly took it in his hand, and looked at it calmly.