There were many wounds on her body and many places needed sutures. This operation lasted for more than two hours before he finished treating the large and small wounds on her body.
Although he had seen her body several times, this was the first time for him to have such close contact. The skin under his palms was soft and slightly warm. She was lying there with her eyes slightly closed, her long eyelashes covering her eyes and face.
, as quiet as a sound sleep, motionless, enduring him to poke and squeeze.
Feng Xiaoxun was not a gentleman and didn't understand what was meant by "don't look at anything inappropriate", so he kept looking at her carelessly, and occasionally he would make comments in his heart.
Well, although Feiyue's appearance in this life has changed and she is not as beautiful as in her previous life, her figure is still as good as ever, with regular bumps and bumps. Gaining one point makes her too fat, losing one point makes her too thin. Just right, just right.
He was criticizing in his heart, but he didn't have any evil thoughts. After all, with so many wounds there, no matter how beautiful a person is, they can't be any more beautiful.[
After everything was sewn up, she was carefully bandaged, and then she put on the new clothes with her own hands, and arranged her hair. Her fingers paused for a moment. Her hair was chestnut color.
This was the first time he saw this hair color.
After taking another look at her body, he felt relieved when he saw that her whole body was in perfect condition. After the body was processed, he tried to return the soul locked in her body to its place...
He had done this technique many times and was already familiar with it, so he did not ask Di Shiyin again and continued to do it according to the method he knew.
But after working for a long time, she still didn't breathe at all.
Looking into her soul again, it seemed that she was even weaker.
He was anxious in his heart: "Brother Di, why hasn't she come to life yet?!" In a hurry, he wanted to call Di Shiyin's name again, but fortunately he woke up in time and stopped talking.
"Has the stitching been done?" Di Shiyin's voice floated in faintly from outside.
"Yes, all the stitches are completed, and I also used the soul-returning technique."
"The soul-returning technique can only save the person who has just died, or move the soul and take away the body. Of course it won't work if she has been dead for several hours." Di Shiyin's voice was still light.
"Then what's the next step to save?" Feng Xiaoxun was very shameless at this time.
The white clothes in the room flashed, and Emperor Shiyin appeared out of thin air.
He glanced at Fang Xiyan lying on the bed, and then at Feng Xiaoxun. He had been busy for such a long time, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
Di Shiyin shook his head secretly. It seemed that this once powerful demon king had very little mental power left in him.
"Get out." Di Shiyin uttered two words.
Feng Xiaoxun was suffocated. Emperor Shiyin wanted to treat her with his own hands?