Zhong Qingye's fingers paused, then he quickly swept the dagger over the flames, inserting it exactly between the clothing material and the skin. He picked it without any hesitation, and the last piece of fabric that was stuck to the wound peeled off smoothly.【】
Feng very wisely handed over the gauze that had been smeared with wound medicine. Zhong Qingye took it without looking back and patted Yeluxie's wound without saying a word.
Feng almost screamed, but when he remembered that her skills were even worse than those of the imperial doctor, he obediently kept his mouth shut.
Zhong Qingye quickly turned the gauze around Yeluxie's waist several times, and pulled it hard without mercy. The gauze tightened immediately, and Yeluxie groaned in pain, and opened his eyes quietly.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhong Qingye working on his chest, and then he found that he was not wearing any clothes on his upper body. Yelu Xie was stunned for a moment, and his pale face turned bright red uncontrollably. When he turned around, he saw
Feng's two eyes stared at Zhong Qingye, his pupils suddenly showing embarrassment.
"Are you awake?" Zhong Qingye asked in a low voice without raising his head, and the movements of his hands did not stop for a moment.
Yeluxie was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to answer for a moment. Thinking of the scars all over his body, he instinctively reached out to cover his chest.
"Don't move!" Zhong Qingye noticed his move when he moved slightly. He paused with his hand movements and raised his head. The girl's eyes were dark and bright, as if a fire was burning in her, bright.
It makes people's hearts tremble.
The green eyebrows are soft, with a slight curl, flying into the temples, three thousand green hairs are tied behind the head, randomly tied into a knot, there is some black filth on the ivory white face, like a piece of perfect white jade.
The stains are average.
Yeluxie couldn't help but frown. He had never seen a girl who paid less attention to her appearance than she did. This messy outfit was like dust that obscured a pearl, forcibly covering up the beauty she should have.
"That's right. Don't you know how badly you've been injured? If you move any more, I'll strangle you to death and send you to death. This will save you the trouble of fussing around every day." Zhong Qingye
He complained angrily, lowered his head and continued to devote himself to the arduous task of bandaging.
Zhong Qingye didn't even realize that her tone at this moment was very much like that of a young girl acting coquettishly. When Yelu Xie caught Yelu Xie's eyes with her head lowered, she changed into a stubborn one who didn't want to look up because of anger and shyness.
Somehow, he reached out for no apparent reason and gently pulled away the girl's hair tie tied behind her head.
The long black hairband was like the fluttering wings of a butterfly on the pale fingertips, fluttering and falling lightly on the ground. The jet-black hair flew instantly and fell over her shoulders, as smooth as the flowing lake water, reflecting her surprise.
The expression on her face, her fair cheeks seemed like white lotus flowers that had just opened.
Yeluxie smiled with satisfaction.
He knew...he always knew.
This girl has a beauty that makes the world look at her, like the white lotus blooming on the lake, light and elegant, but thrilling.
For a moment, he almost wanted to throw away all hesitation and hit her hard...
The surprise on Zhong Qingye's face flashed away, and his black hair was scattered. He continued to bandage his wounds as if it were serious, and his tone was calm, as if he was saying that the weather was good today. "You sure knew it a long time ago."
She had always wondered how someone could not come out after such a long time even though it was the simplest cross-dressing. Sure enough, Yeluxie was pretending to be stupid again.
Does this kid really like to play this kind of game of tiger pretending to be pig?
Zhong Qingye finished complaining in his heart, and the wound on his abdomen was wrapped up. He didn't know what happened to this guy. The types of wounds on his body were so complete, including sword wounds, knife wounds, burns and contusions, almost all of them were gone.
Knowing how this man's bones and flesh grew, with such injuries, he was still able to trample the old guy half to death with such vigor.
Zhong Qingye shook his head, reached out and stroked a strand of hair that fell from his ears, stood up, stretched his hands and feet, and took the gauze from Feng's hand.
"Turn around and I'll help you bandage the wound on the back of your shoulder." Zhong Qingye said and sat down next to him. While brushing his long hair to the other side, he lightly asked: "A little bit.
It hurts, please bear with it."
Her fingertips were slightly cool, but they were very soft. The touch on her body was as beautiful as the feeling of fine silk fabric sliding across the skin, making people want to occupy her tightly.
Yelu Xie lowered his head in a low voice, smiled habitually, and half-closed his eyes.
Still can't, let alone Qi Mo, even she herself won't be willing...
Why hurt others and hurt yourself at the same time?
The half-closed pupils had a blurry color like drunkenness, and the light mist moved slowly, burying all the pupils' expressions, and no trace of the ripples could be discerned.
"Don't worry." The man said, chuckling as usual, with a bit of fox-like laziness: "I've long been used to these things, just go ahead and do it."
Zhong Qingye's fingers paused and his movements suddenly stopped.
I vaguely remember that she once said the same thing, not to Qi Mo, but in modern times, when she was injured during a mission and was discovered by Ah Xuan, who forced her to take medicine. Ah Xuan also said that she should be patient.
Then, she said the exact same thing.
She still remembered Ah Xuan's reaction at that time, which was so intense that it almost took away her heartbeat. That night, she finally confirmed her importance in the eyes of that man.
Perhaps, only she could understand how much of the past and pain Yeluxie concealed in these words.
How many times does it take for someone to get used to physical pain?
Zhong Qingye himself doesn’t know this issue.
"What's wrong?" Sensing her pause, Yeluxie turned his head slightly, but saw that her face was calm, not at all disturbed.
"It's nothing." Zhong Qingye turned his body around again and touched the bloody wound on his shoulder. Even though it was terrible, she could still tell that it was a wound that was pierced with a sharp sword at close range and then forcibly pulled out.
.A diagonal path, not big, but very deep.
Zhong Qingye's brows furrowed inadvertently, his movements became much gentler, and he carefully applied the medicine to his wound.
There was a lot of tumbling new flesh on the wound, and Yeluxie couldn't help but shudder. Zhong Qingye had already quickly rolled gauze on his shoulder several times, tightened it, and tied it into a knot.
She let go of her hand, but her brows did not relax. She paused and asked suddenly.