Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1159 The smell of his family

In the dim stone room, the banging iron locks finally stopped.

The door opened and Kamakura asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

I'm afraid no one in this world would dare to try to endure the attack of the mind-controlling Gu all his life.

This is fatal.

But Wen Rong was determined to try it just once, as if his life was at stake.

In the past, it took a day and a night to control the bloodletting. This time, Wen Rong was in pain for three days and three nights. Even so, he was tortured by the residual pain all day today.

Because Wen Rong didn't want Lie Jiuqing to bleed for her anymore.

Medicine people have a special constitution. The more they are stimulated, the faster they grow.

He tried hard to change, but she sacrificed her life again and again for him.

The bleeding process was cruel, and she would be in a million times more pain than he was.

What's more, Wen Rong had long discovered that Lie Jiuqing's five senses were much stronger than those of ordinary people.

She would often faint under the extreme pleasure.

Once or twice was enough. He had to be more careful when going around, and it would be the same every time.

So it hurts...

He was in so much pain that life was worse than death, so how could Lie Jiuqing be in pain.

As much as Lie Jiuqing felt sorry for him, Wen Rong's heart felt a thousand times more painful for her.

There was no need for her to hurt him, but she was too stubborn to die.

It took Wen Rong a long time to find her voice, "Any news about her?"

"A letter has been sent from Madam."

"Bring it."

As he got closer, the smell of blood filled the air.

Kamakura's fingertips tensed, then relaxed for a moment, and handed over the letter.

Wen Rong raised his hand and the iron lock made a sound.

When he was about to meet her, he paused with his fingertips and said with difficulty: "Heal your wounds first."

"Yes."

Kamakura's throat was sore because he was afraid that the letter would be stained with blood.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Rongjing leaned against the bedside, holding the letter with her fingertips, and it took a long time to open it with difficulty.

He took it out and saw a painting showing his profile.

The person who painted was obviously very patient, and he was extremely careful with every stroke, including the little moles hidden at the end of his eyebrows.

The corners of Wen Rong's lips loosened and she chuckled, "I seem to be... indeed quite good-looking..." After Kamakura bandaged his wrist, he picked up the medicine on the side and handed it to him, "Madam has long discovered that Yes, it was too late for you to understand."

Wen Rong glanced at him, took the medicine and drank it in one gulp without even frowning.

Kamakura seemed to know Wen Rong's habit of taking medicine, so he was not surprised.

"The book is out there, let him check it for you."

Wen Rong knows better than anyone how his body is.

"Need not."

Kamakura looked deeply at Wen Rong and placed a jade bottle sent by Lie Jiuqing on the table beside him.

"The peach blossom drink Madam gave you was what you wanted to drink."

Wen Rong looked at it quietly for a moment, "The medicine is so bitter, please give me a cup to clear your mouth."

"You will feel uncomfortable every time you drink Peach Blossom Drink."

It became so fast, it seemed like it was really painful.

Kamakura was slow for a moment, and Wen Rong looked over with cold eyes, "Down."

"..."

The sick Wen Rong will be even more unreasonable.

Kamakura poured him a sip, Wen Rong frowned.

Kamakura didn't move. "Chitose, my wife will be back soon. Your body can't stand the torture. Do you want to stay in bed for two more days because of a cup of peach blossom drink?"

Wen Rong's expression remained unchanged, "The medicine is bitter, I want to eat melon seeds."

Kamakura understood, "I will convey the truth to Madam."

"Go."

Kamakura put the jade bottle aside and said, "Yes."

Only Wen Rong was left in the palace.

He looked at the painting, lowered his eyes at the wine in his hand, raised the corners of his lips, and after a while he moved closer to the wine glass and took a sip.

It's sweet, like his Qingqing's taste.

He only tasted a little, and Wen Rong's eyes turned red.

He was quiet and took another sip.

This time, the ends of his eyes were even redder.

On the contrary, the pain of the mind-controlling Gu tearing through the body seems to be less painful.

He closed his eyes tiredly, thinking about Lie Jiuqing's soft words to coax him, and murmured: "You little bastard, you will never change your lust..."

(End of this chapter)