The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 347 The Power of the Demon Spirit (2)

It would be easy for Qi Jinghuan to restrain Xie Wanrong, but he would rather bear the blow with his own body.

He was gambling, using his blood to bring back Xie Wanrong's sobriety.

Xie Wanrong's semi-coquettish almond eyes reflected Qi Jinghuan's godlike face, her heart froze inexplicably, her blood-stained palm suddenly let go, and she stepped forward in panic: "Ah Huan, I... I didn't mean to... "

What's up with her?
All of a sudden, her brain and thinking seemed to be stuck, and she even forgot that what she was best at was medical skills.

She stepped forward in a panic and pressed his wound, the glaring blood was still flowing down the gap between her fingertips,

Her voice was rough: "You... don't move around, I'll help you pull it out."

Qi Jinghuan held her palm, felt the trembling of her fingertips, held her wrist, and pulled out the Xueyin dagger.

Qi Jinghuan's complexion was slightly pale, and the corner of his eye glanced at Yan Ze and the others, and they quickly exited the hall, disappearing from Qi Jinghuan's sight.

Pulling out the blade, there seemed to be a blood hole in his chest, Xie Wanrong looked at the blood gushing out from the wound, his eyes were foggy.

Her heart ached so badly that she was about to suffocate.

"I'll apply medicine for you, okay?" Xie Wanrong couldn't help but drag Qi Jinghuan to the bed.

She looked at the bloodstains of dead bodies all over the ground, she stopped suddenly, stared at Qi Jinghuan with blood red eyes, and said hesitantly: "I didn't mean it, I was controlling it."

Qi Jinghuan tightened his grip, pulled Xie into his arms, almost half of it had been swallowed up, he didn't expect that his leaving would bring such a big impact to her.

She was afraid, the fear hidden deep in her heart.

Even though she is murderous and bloodthirsty, she still has a sense of consciousness, Qi Jinghuan gently comforted Xie Wanrong: "I know, silly girl, why would I leave you."

His words were enough to make all Xie Wanrong's persistence collapse.

She crouched on the ground with a bang, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

She is so tired.

Qi Jinghuan's phoenix eyes deepened, and his voice slowed down: "Wan'er, don't you want to give me medicine?"

Xie Wanrong nodded heavily, took a deep breath, stood up and tore his clothes.

The sexy and strong chest was instantly exposed to the air, but it was stained with blood.

Xie Wanrong wiped away the blood carefully, but found that the original blood hole had gradually healed, and it was not as shocking as before.

She paused for a few seconds, a demonic light suddenly flashed in her eyes, she pointed at Qi Jinghuan's chest, and said softly, "Blood—"

Qi Jinghuan propped up his arms, pressed Xie Wanrong under him, trying to distract her, the corners of his thin lips approached: "Wan'er, you should only have this king in your eyes."

Xie Wanrong blinked for a moment, then pushed him: "You are still hurt! Get up!"

Qi Jinghuan smiled evilly: "I'm sorry, this king just likes to oppress you."

Xie Wanrong's vermilion lips curled into a smile, and with a backhand throw, she pressed Qi Jinghuan under her body. She sat proudly on his waist, her fingers lightly pressing on his chest: "What about now?"

Qi Jinghuan narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, lying comfortably on the bed, feeling the weight on his body, smiled: "This king likes to be pressed down by you."

Xie Wanrong let out a low laugh, and then asked what was on her mind: "Where did you go just now?"

Qi Jinghuan looked at Xie Wanrong seriously: "Wan'er, I have found a solution, but you can't kill any more in the meantime."

Xie Wanrong narrowed his eyes in surprise, "What way?"

(End of this chapter)