shock!Immortal Lord, he became the pet of the little witch in the devil world

Chapter 25 Beauty in the Bucket
Fortunately, Haichang found the Wanli Talisman before he died in battle!

Youhuang stuffed a magic pill to treat internal injuries into Haichang's mouth.

Haichang was as motionless as a dead fish, with only the faint movement of breathing proving that he was alive, but now, he stood up straight again.The warmth spread from the elixir melts into the body, alleviating internal injuries and restoring combat strength every moment.

Having a top-notch healer by your side is truly a sword cultivator's blessing, as it can exponentially increase your combat power.

"If you have any useful elixirs, give me some!" Haichang said, but found that he couldn't lift his arms.

"I'll treat your injuries first!" You Huang quickly took out the medical equipment.

The fan bone of the folding fan penetrates from the shoulder, and the front end has emerged from the back shoulder.

"While I'm treating you, you must not move!" You Huang warned.

"Understood." Haichang nodded. He was not a child, so how could he not know this.But he doesn't talk nonsense, that would be as childish as a child.

Youhuang pulled out a dagger and cut off all the clothes on Haichang's upper body.Then he poured several kinds of medicinal powders on his left palm, including anesthetics, hemostatics, and muscle-building drugs. Then he tapped his right index finger around the wound a few times, sealing several acupuncture points with magic power to slow down the blood flow.

Everything was ready. Youhuang quickly pulled out the fan bone from Haichang's shoulder with a quick pull of his right hand. At the same time, he put his left palm against the wound and spat out his magic power. The medicine in his palm was pushed into the penetrating wound.

Haichang is very strong, but the sudden severe pain still makes him feel uncomfortable.

Immediately the anesthetic takes effect and the pain disappears quickly.

The wounds on the front and back were oozing blood. If the acupuncture points had not been sealed just now, they would definitely flow out.

You Huang raised his index finger in the air, and the golden needle pierced with flesh thread flew up from the table, and he quickly sewed up the wound in front of him.

Another pull, and another pair of needles and threads flew up to sew up the wound on the back.

Youhuang moved very quickly, and the entire treatment process only took a few blinks of an eye.

"How do you feel?" You Huang asked with concern.

"Very good." Haichang nodded.

"You're still feeling fine after being so seriously injured?" You Huang's eyes were like looking at a monster - are all swordsmen so bloodthirsty, whether it's the enemy bleeding or himself?"

Haichang immediately became depressed. He might bleed when facing the enemy, and shed tears when facing Youhuang.

Is there something wrong with her understanding, or am I speaking unclearly?
Or...maybe we are both freaks? Haichang knows that he is a bit lonely.

"Of course it doesn't feel good to be injured. After you treated me, I felt good." Haichang explained again.

Talking like this is so verbose, like taking off your pants and farting...

Maybe you really should take off your pants when you fart? …

Not noticing that Haichang was thinking wildly, Youhuang took out a bottle of ointment, dipped it in with his slender index finger, and smeared it all over Haichang's right arm. The broken tiny blood vessels were quickly sealed, the numbness disappeared, and there was a circle of swelling. The swelling in my arms has also gone down.

Haichang carefully raised his arms, feeling that he had regained his fighting ability and could use [-]% of his uninjured strength.

"Don't use too much force." You Huang warned, "After a whole day, the injury will be [-]% better, and it will be fully recovered in two days."

A stream of sweat trickled down from You Huang's temples.She had spent some mana when suturing the wound just now. If her cultivation was still in the Fusion state, it would be like taking a drop of water from the sea, which was insignificant. But now she is only in the Qi refining state, and this time she consumed more than half of her mana, making her She felt mentally exhausted.

Haichang took out a face towel from his storage ring. He was about to wipe Youhuang's sweat, but felt it was inappropriate, so he handed it over: "Wipe the sweat."

You Huang waved his hand and did not answer it: "You can keep it for yourself, I have it. There is a stream 150 steps east. Go and clean it. Wait for me on the first floor when you come back." You Huang's white fingers pointed east Clicked.

"Why are you waiting for you on the first floor?" Haichang asked casually. "Don't ask so many questions, go quickly." You Huang waved his hand.She even forgot her identity as a princess, but her style and tone were still there.

Not far away, Haichang jumped out of the bamboo building without flying his sword, tapping the ground with his toes, one step was five feet, and ten steps reached the stream.

The stream is not wide, and Haichang can cross it in one step. However, the stream is very deep, and only three people as tall as Haichang can be stacked together to expose their heads.

The water is clear and the fish are playing.

Haichang resisted the urge to jump in and swim and catch fish. He just took off his clothes and wiped his body with a bath towel.

It's not good for the wound to be wet now.

After Haichang left, Youhuang decided to take a bath as well.

She took out a floor-standing crystal mirror from the storage ring, untied the gauze on her head, and checked the wound. It had begun to scab, but it was still not suitable for getting wet.

This was easy to solve. She wrapped her head with a cloth towel made of waterproof material.

He took out a large bathtub from the storage ring. I wasn't in the mood to take a bath today, so I just used a small one. It could accommodate her lying flat in it, but there wouldn't be much space.

A yellow-skinned gourd contains ten thousand kilograms of water. Pour out a little and the bathtub will be full.

Youhuang took out a gold pendant and opened a trap door on it, revealing a fiery red bead.This is a low-level magic weapon volcanic bead produced by an active volcano.

Putting the pendant into the water, the volcanic beads released heat. You Huang soaked a little hand in the water. When she felt that the temperature was right, she put away the pendant.

He took out another floating blanket and placed it on the water.

The entire blanket is sewn with sharkskin and wrapped with pumice powder, which is lighter than water.

Youhuang untied her shirt and lay on the floating carpet, surrounded by hot air and hazy, her skin was in the most comfortable feeling. She couldn't help but squeak, and her crystal white toes curled up in an alluring arc.

She originally wanted to lie down and rest for a while, and then take a shower, but unexpectedly a wave of fatigue hit her and she fell asleep.

It's fast for a man to take a shower, let alone just wipe his body.

Haichang put on new clothes and hurried back to the bamboo house.

He jumped up and wanted to jump in from the second floor window, which is where he came out from, but suddenly remembered that You Huang asked him to wait on the first floor, so he jumped halfway and quickly did a backflip and fell back to the ground.

Haichang came to the first floor and sat upright to practice, but he focused half of his attention on what was going on around him.

After about a meal, he stopped and stood up, calling upstairs: "Youhuang, are you busy with something?"

Haichang has been in a state of uneasiness in his heart, and they want to leave the Dou Tong Realm as soon as possible.

"You Huang!" Seeing no response from upstairs, Haichang shouted again.

Still no movement!

Haichang became nervous!

Could it be that the enemy came and restrained You Huang first, then waited for him to go upstairs before attacking?
Haichang used to put the invisible sword into the scabbard, but now he changed the way of carrying it. He gathered mercury beads into nine rings and strung them on his right arm, like nine silver bracelets.

At this time, the mercury beads flowed and condensed into an invisible sword in his hand.

(End of this chapter)