The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 635 Self-blame
The majestic His Highness had never worked as a waiter, so he poured all the wine in with a flip of his hand, almost choking Luo Qingyin to death.

After pouring, he didn't know where to put the wine bottle, so he stuffed it back into her hand and asked with concern: "What are you going to do next?"

Under the effect of Baicao wine, the trembling of Luo Qingyin's fingertips gradually eased: "Help me bandage it."

Hua Qianye was stunned, the tips of his ears turned red suddenly, and his eyes were full of embarrassment: "I don't know how, you teach me how to do it."

Luo Qingyin: "..."

Taking a deep breath, Luo Qingyin urged Sanqian Huasha to suppress the surging blood on her shoulders, took out a bottle of Rejuvenation Powder with one hand, sprinkled it on the wound, and said while breathing in pain: "Then help destroy the blood." The corpses are gone, we want to put the blame on the drug palace, and we can't let them see the clues on the corpses."

Hua Qianye stood still, his expression becoming more and more awkward: "How do we destroy it?"

Ahhhhh!

Teacher, what a clean and elegant place did you grow up in?

Snow ginseng dolls can do better than you!
Luo Qingyin just wanted to hit the wall.

But even if she doesn't hit the wall now, she will die of pain.

Hua Qianye has always been concerned about these details, and doesn't care about them. For him, being able to kill Shousi is already the best effort... It was inspired by Luo Qingyin's injury.

Carrying her on his back awkwardly, Hua Qianye collected himself and said, "I don't care about those, I'll take you out first."

He couldn't even carry people on his back, and his awkward posture made her ache all over.

Self-consciously wrapping his uninjured right hand around his shoulder, Luo Qingyin called out in his spirit: "Pohou, come back and help me wipe off the traces."

After a while, the black monkey came out from the sky, and with a "squeak", it picked up her flower vines and stuffed them into the Qiankun in its stomach, and took out the corpse powder familiarly, to clean up the scene.

Under the dual effects of Huichun Powder and Baicao Wine, Luo Qingyin's injured shoulder throbbed and ached, but she had lost too much blood, and her consciousness was half awake and half unconscious, lying on Hua Qianye's back, she was dumbfounded I stared blankly at the darkness passing by before my eyes, in a trance, as if I didn't know where I was.

The journey from the valley to the top of the mountain is only a moment's effort for a person with Wuhou Xiuwei.

But Hua Qianye looked at the bright lights on the top of the mountain, and felt that the road under his feet seemed endless, and he couldn't finish it no matter how he walked.

Since he was a child, he was a noble man who opened his mouth and stretched out his clothes for food. Apart from reading classics and practicing, he didn't even have the basic ability to take care of himself.

This experience is the first time in his life to go out alone.

In a few months, he has learned to take care of himself.

He has not started to learn the slightly more difficult healing and bandaging.

Luo Qingyin was injured, the only thing he could do was to get to the top of the mountain as soon as possible and let others do it for him.

Using the speed to the extreme, Hua Qianye still felt slow.

Thinking of her being hurt because of his own inability to do anything, thinking of the blood gushing from her shoulders, thinking of the embarrassment of being unable to help... He felt a throbbing pain in his heart, more painful than being stabbed by his fiancée.

He suddenly hated himself a little.

I hate why I can't heal my wounds, why I can't bandage them, why I don't understand this or that...

Once, he felt that as long as he had cultivation, everything would be fine.

Now he wished he could do anything.

He couldn't hear any sound from the person on his back, his warm eyes were stained with anxiety and endless guilt, and he asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Luo Qingyin lay on his back with her eyes closed, and after listening to his words for a while, she realized that she was asking herself, and said lightly, "It doesn't hurt very much."

The left shoulder is almost removed, isn't it very painful?
Hua Qianye was silent for a while, and said, "If it hurts, you can cry."

Luo Qingyin burst out laughing with a "puchi": "What's the use of crying?"

What's the use of crying?
Probably just washing the eyes and consuming the water in the body, it doesn't make any sense.

Hua Qianye was startled, then smiled wryly: "It really doesn't have any effect."

Hearing the guilt in his voice, Luo Qingyin nodded: "It really doesn't hurt much, the wound is already healing, you don't have to worry."

Luo Qingyin has been determined since she was a child, and has walked an extremely difficult path in her past and present lives.

She is almost immune to pain.

Think about body forging with waterfalls, think about soul forging with fire, think about damage to soul, this kind of injury is really not painful.

It's just a bit sleepy due to excessive blood loss.

Hua Qianye sighed lightly: "I'm the one who can't help you."

Luo Qingyin didn't know if she was asleep or what, but she didn't respond.

"Qingyin, I'm sorry." He said again in his heart, as if she could hear.

While speaking, he had already reached the top of the mountain.

Looking at the bright lights, Luo Qingyin suddenly felt a thrill in her heart, she regained consciousness, grabbed Hua Qianye's monk robe tightly, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, let me down, go to the third elder and get back what belongs to you? "

Hua Qianye's arm that was carrying the person tightened a little, the guilt on his face did not disappear, but there was a touch of determination: "I will take you out first."

"No, I'll just call someone else." Luo Qingyin turned her head to look at the shoulder, and the bleeding had stopped.

The injury was indeed a bit serious, but it was by no means the worst she had ever suffered.

Regardless of her previous life or this life, she has a principle, that is, no matter how badly she is injured, as long as she is still breathing, she must complete the task.

Otherwise, the opponent you meet next time will be more ruthless and more ruthless, and the chance of surviving will be even smaller.

She will never allow her success to fall short.

Besides, Hua Qianye helped her get the soul-replenishing grass, and if it caused his things to be left behind at the Bloody Hand Gate, she would feel very sorry.

Struggling to get off the ground, Luo Qingyin blew a signal, and after a while, Ming Jiu and Ying Yi, who were wearing night cloaks, appeared in front of them.

Before Luo Qingyin could open his mouth to answer the secret signal, he took out the spirit jade she gave her in Youhei City a few days ago and shook it in front of her. Just as he was about to speak, he caught sight of Hua Qianye's blood-soaked monk's robe and said worriedly: "You guys injured?"

"It's okay, help me." Luo Qingyin stretched out his hand towards Mingjiu, turned to look at Yingyi, with a steady and cool voice: "How is the situation?"

Ying Xingxing saluted: "We have put all the people outside. Inside, they are in a stalemate with the third elder."

Luo Qingyin nodded, and ordered: "You take the tutor there, help the tutor get back the things, and then come out together. Mingjiu and I are waiting for you outside."

Ying Yi's gaze landed on the bloody wound on her shoulder, and hesitantly asked, "You...?"

Luo Qingyin's expression was as usual: "It's just a small injury, go quickly!"

Ying Yi stopped talking nonsense, and bowed to Hua Qianye: "Please follow me."

Hua Qianye looked deeply at her pale face due to excessive blood loss, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything, and finally just uttered: "I will come out soon."

(End of this chapter)