My princess is so pretty

Chapter 258
Undoubtedly, this little girl won another round of alchemy.

Even if the people below can produce high-grade pills, they will definitely not be able to beat this Nine Rank Qingdu Pill, because the limit of Qingxuanhuo's refining medicine is also top-grade pills, and this girl has already refined the ultimate pill up.

Huo Qingyan wanted to do it himself to get the pieces of flesh and blood for her.

Fortunately, it is in the Medicine Pavilion at this moment, and there is no shortage of medicines for treating wounds.

Feng Xuanyi naturally followed her all the way, wanting to confirm the injury on her arm.

Xiao Jiu also squeezed in, but when the fragments were pulled out, a large amount of blood sprayed out and cried.

"Liuli, wow...you don't want to die! Xiao Jiu doesn't want Liuli to die!"

Mo Liuli let go of her frowning brows helplessly, and forced a smile: "I'm not dead! If I die, who will play with Xiaojiu."

Feng Xuanyi frowned, picked up the little guy lying on Mo Liuli's lap, and threw it to Xiao Yunzhan: "Take him out!"

Xiao Yunzhan was flattered, King Yi talked to him just now!
The chubby little face blushed, hugged Xiao Jiu and hummed, and obediently faded out.

Looking at the wound on her arm, Huo Qingyan frowned: "Girl, the wound is too deep, you need to use a needle!"

Mo Liuli responded indifferently: "Then move!"

Huo Qingyan needed to get needles and tools, so he asked Feng Xuanyi to help him press the wound on Mo Liuli's arm.

But King Yi, who killed without blinking, was trembling slightly with his slender fingers pressing on the wound.

When Mo Liuli found out, she was a little shocked, and said with a smile, "Is His Royal Highness King Yi still afraid of blood? So nervous!"

Feng Xuanyi stared at her with black eyes, and expressed fruitfully: "This king is not afraid of blood, but only afraid of your blood!"

Mo Liuli was teased by his words again, her heart was warm, she pulled his clothes with her small hands, and said in a soft voice: "I'm fine! Don't be nervous!"

Compared with the suffering he suffered when he was a drug slave in his previous life, this little pain is really nothing.

Huo Qingyan quickly brought another medicine box, candles, silver needles, and thin guts.

Thinking that Feng Xuanyi had never seen such a bloody world before, she didn't avoid him, and directly sewed up the wound in front of him.

One layer inside, one layer on the surface of the bowl, piercing the flesh and blood needle by needle.

It's one thing for Mo Liuli to be able to endure, but she can't control the instinct of her body, her small face is pale, and there is dense sweat on her forehead.

When Huo Qingyan pulled the gut, her brows frowned, and her lips were bitten out of blood because of forbearance.

The little girl didn't even hum.

If she didn't hum, it didn't mean Feng Xuanyi couldn't feel her pain right now.

Coldly reprimanded Huo Qingyan: "Damn, don't you know how much she hurts? Won't it be lighter?"

Huo Qingyan was a grievance, he was already very light, but since King Yi had already spoken, then his movements must be more gentle.

Feng Xuanyi looked at it and was still dissatisfied: "Can you sew it up? Does it take so long to sew up such a long wound?"

No matter what Huo Qingyan said, he was also the head of the first hospital. After being reprimanded by him, he replied: "If King Yi doesn't like my medical skills, you can come!"

Feng Xuanyi stared coldly: "If this king knows how to do it, does he still need you?"

The wounded Mo Liuli was very quiet on the side, but she didn't expect these two to actually start arguing.

Unhappily said: "I'll do the stitching myself!"

(End of this chapter)