Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

Luo Liuling didn't say anything, his hands replaced the words in his mouth, and he lifted Ye Wushang's clothes neatly, exposing Ye Wushang's strong chest.Fiction Rankings
Although Ye Wushang was a man, he couldn't help but blush seeing such a scene.

Seeing Luo Liuling taking care of his wound so carefully, his hair was drenched without any treatment, and the fragrance of that hair surrounded Ye Wushang's nose, carrying the unique breath of spirit, at this moment, Ye Wushang Wushang felt much less pain.

Looking at Luo Liuling's movements with gentle eyes, as if he was not treating him, but admiring a beautiful thing, seeing that Luo Liuling's forehead didn't even wrinkle, there was a faint heartache in his expression, although it was very light It was very faint, but it was still clearly observed by Ye Wushang, and the peach blossom eyes were full of emotion.

Being moved by a small thing, this is ordinary love, but it also enhances the love between two people. In the air, there is such a trace of love between the two that is constantly increasing. [

Looking at the wound, although the new flesh is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the necrotic flesh is constantly turning black, but these necrotic flesh must be dealt with, otherwise it will be healed, but The body will fall wrong.

Luo Liuling took out a branch and stuffed it into Ye Wushang's mouth when Ye Wushang was in a daze.

"woo"

Suddenly returning to his senses, Ye Wushang couldn't help making a muffled sound, not knowing what Ling was doing.

"Bite it, because I will treat the wound for you, it will hurt, but you must hold on."

Luo Liuling escaped with the dagger and burned it on the fire, but it's a pity that there is no alcohol, otherwise it can be disinfected.

Only in this way is it sterile, and can best guarantee the clearing of toxins around the wound.

But there were none of these here, and Luo Liuling could only rely on his superb technique to treat Ye Wushang's wounds.

Ye Wushang looked at Luo Liuling's movements, his eyes were full of puzzlement, but he really trusted Ling very much, without a trace of doubt.

After Luo Liuling burned the dagger, he walked slowly to Ye Wushang and sat down. Before he could do anything, he saw her reflection in Ye Wushang's eyes.

Those eyes were full of trust, causing a ripple in Luo Liuling's heart.

"It will hurt, tell me if you can't hold it."

There is no anesthetic, no alcohol, nothing. This kind of pain is not ordinary pain, but it has to be dealt with. Although there are no advanced measures, Luo Liuling relies entirely on himself.

When the dagger was close to the wound, Luo Liuling subconsciously looked up at Ye Wushang, and saw that he was still looking at her without frowning.

After taking a look at the wound, Luo Liuling was able to deal with it faster, and it would also reduce the time of pain.

When the dagger touched the wound, Luo Liuling clearly felt Ye Wushang's body tighten, and the sound of gasping rang in his ears.

But Luo Liuling still gritted her teeth, and slowly cut off the necrotic flesh with a dagger. She was very careful, her whole body was tense, and every strike was deliberate.

Except for the heavy voice, there was no shouting, Ye Wushang bit the branch tightly, did not make any sound, let alone fainted.

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There will be two more later, let's go to eat first.