bad bad prince unbridled love

Chapter 763
He closed his eyes pale, and his long eyelashes trembled: "Why haven't I seen you for a while... Your strength has become so strong? This wound should not be healed... The knife you just cut contains the spirit of a goddess Strength... has a suppressive effect on my poison, cough cough!! cough cough cough!!!"

He was talking, with blood in his mouth, Feng Qing stopped him hurriedly: "Don't talk, since you can't heal yourself, the medicine will definitely be useful to you, just lie down obediently, don't be afraid... don't be afraid..."

She murmured not to be afraid, but she didn't know whether to tell Hong Jiuqing not to be afraid, or to reassure herself.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and opened them again. She was already the Feng Qingqing who was all-powerful in medicine and poisoning. Her hands were dancing, she quickly tore his clothes for disinfection, and then took out the needle and thread to sew. For the first time Performing surgery in such an environment, the dark environment will also have a certain impact, Feng Qingqing dare not slack in the slightest, and the forehead is covered with thin beads of sweat.

The needle pierced through the flesh, and Hong Jiuqing couldn't help but groaned. Feng Qingqing remembered that there was no anesthetic, so she could only comfort him with words: "Hold it, it will be over soon."

"It's okay, continue..."

"I was stabbed once by you... It's okay to get a few more needles..." He still had the strength to joke with Feng Qing, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing his appearance, Feng Qingqing relaxed a little: "Okay, then don't make a sound."

The movements of her hands softened a little, and the speed increased. Hong Jiuqing really obeyed her words, and never made a sound from the beginning to the end.

After sewing, first confirm whether the blood has decreased, and make sure that the blood has stopped slowly. Feng Qingqing loosens the tense nerves, wraps the wound with white gauze quickly, and performs the final treatment. The whole process is done in one go and flows smoothly.

"The medicine is helpful, the bleeding has stopped," her breathing has not yet stabilized, "you close your eyes and sleep, and I will change the medicine for you when you wake up."

Hong Jiuqing gave a soft "um" sound, and fell asleep after a while.

Anger, disgust, and hatred were all subsided by the fright of the knife. Feng Qingqing felt her own fatigue at this time. The entire facade of the building was still covered with blood, so it was not suitable to stay here. She had to wear red Jiuqing went to other places.

Reaching out to help him, the hand felt warm and moist. Feng Qing was stunned for a long while before remembering that in order to treat his wound, he had torn up the clothes on his upper body. Looking down, the torn cloth strips were scattered on his white On her chest, the crimson clothes made it more warm and moist like jade, and because of the blood, it looked a little flushed and attractive.

It can be said that the slightest bit of red lips are as warm as jade, and the jade bones are astonishing and charming.

She turned her head away uncomfortably, don't look at evil, don't look at evil!
Fumbling for his storage ring, opening it easily and putting on a coat again for him, Feng Qingqing had a headache again, she just had an operation and couldn't move, how would she take Hong Jiuqing to other places?
Carry him directly?That would touch the wound, potentially creating a risk of cracking.

It would be nice to have a stretcher at this time.

She was silent for a while, and tried to use the wind to form a stretcher, and slowly lifted Hong Jiuqing up, and found that the method was feasible, so she slowly led him out of this strange building by this method. Qingqing randomly found an empty house, put Hong Jiuqing on the bed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, sitting quietly by the bed and watching.

Feng Qingqing wiped off the blood on Han Po, which was caused by her accidental injury to Hong Jiuqing. She looked at him unconscious on the bed guiltily, put away the dagger, got up and wanted to find if there was a well, it would be best to burn it. A basin of hot water, just stood up, when a weak call came from beside him.

"Little Qinger?"

Feng Qingqing stopped and sat back on the bed: "Did I wake you up? You haven't slept for a long time, why did you wake up?"

"I'm a little worried about you..." When Hong Jiuqing was weak, her provocative smile softened, "What happened, you are covered in blood... Besides, your mood has changed, full of killing intent... That one Where did the dragon go? Did something happen to it?"

Even though she was seriously injured, Hong Jiuqing's thinking was clear, and she could guess a little by looking at Feng Qingqing's expression.

"Zixuan...it's out," she turned her head. "The killing intent will disappear as long as you kill the person you want to kill. Don't worry too much about it."

If you go out, it means that you have encountered a life-threatening danger.

Hong Jiuqing clearly understood her unfinished words, and knew that she deliberately avoided these words, so she talked about her own affairs: "After you fell into the mirror world, I didn't have time to follow, and I found an entrance later. It's all dark inside, and I couldn't find your trace after searching for a long time. At this time, I noticed the fluctuation of spiritual power from the mirror, and without thinking too much, I found the exit of the mirror and came out."

Then she was stabbed with cold soul.

He didn't say this, and Feng Qing felt even more guilty. It was true that she didn't see clearly that the person who came rushed to make a move, which caused him to be so seriously injured.

"It was my fault, you can punish me if you want," Feng Qing said.

Hong Jiuqing's eyes flickered slightly, she moved a little, her upper body that could not be covered by her coat was exposed in front of her eyes, and her tone was weak: "Then don't go, stay with me until I fall asleep, okay?"

His tone was soft, but a little coquettish.

Feng Qingqing was slightly stunned, he had already closed his eyes, he was exhausted after saying these few words, so he replied softly: "Okay, you sleep, I won't go."

"That's great..." he muttered to himself.

Feng Qingqing asked him: "What's so good?"

"It's nice to have someone to accompany you when you're sick," he smiled and looked up. "My mother passed away early, so I don't have any memories, only a vague feeling. Afterwards, I won't get hurt. As long as I suffer The injury will heal soon, and there is no need for medicine, let alone someone to accompany you."

Only then did Feng Qingqing remember that his mother was thrown off the cliff many years ago, and Shen Mo didn't know how to comfort him.

"Don't feel sorry for me, Xiao Qing'er, I'm just a little curious about how it feels. Now you have fulfilled my dream, and thank you for this knife."

Hong Jiuqing smiled casually, and Feng Qingqing knew that he was dispelling his guilt: "Don't say that there is nothing left, go to sleep, do you have to sing like a child to lull you to sleep?"

He smiled more happily: "Okay, then I will listen carefully."

She covered him with the quilt indifferently: "Think beautifully, let's sleep with you."

He was also really tired, and he just woke up and struggled with exhaustion, jokingly feeling exhausted, and muttered in his mouth: "Forget it this time... next time..."

Feng Qingqing ignored him, seeing his eyes closed, knowing that he was going to fall asleep soon, she smiled helplessly.

"Okay, I'll sing for you next time."

(End of this chapter)