The concubine teases the evil emperor: the proud wife of the bloodthirsty queen

Chapter 395 Plastic surgery [2]

Huo Wu was not affected by the gaze of the three parties at all. After planning the skin, she stretched out her hand, "Master, knife."

The second elder didn't say anything, and sent it in cooperation.

After Huo Wu held the knife, she focused on He Qi's thigh with all her attention. She changed her posture of holding the knife, and the sharp point of the knife scratched the skin of He Qi's leg.

He Qi was the one who felt the coldest knife in contact with the warm skin, his eyes widened in horror and his whole body tensed up.

Huo Wu smiled lightly, "Mr. He Qi, don't be too nervous, it will be fine in a while."

With a smile on her face, the knife in her hand started to move, and she carefully moved along the outer edge of the trace of the black line, the movement was quick and seamless.

Before Wu Qi could feel the pain, Huo Wu had already withdrawn the knife.

However, Long Jingtian and the second elder saw Huo Wu's neat movements completely, and couldn't help being secretly startled.

If a killer kills people, the movements are only so fast. Huo Wu is just a rich lady, but she cuts the knife and withdraws it so neatly, as if this movement has been done thousands of times... It's amazing!

Huo Wu put down the knife, "Master, come for the silver needle."

The second elder came back to his senses, and hurriedly sent up the sterilized silver needle.

After Huo Wu took it, she drew it again along the black line on He Qi's thigh, but this time she used a silver needle. She used the silver needle to lift it up slowly, and gradually... a piece of skin fell from He Qi's thigh. A small section of his thigh lifted up.

"Hiss—" He Qi felt a pain in his heart, let out a painful cry, and his gagged face became grim.

Immediately, Long Jingtian felt a shroud of chills, and the second elder's complexion also turned pale... This is a living peeling.

"Mr. He Qi, please bear with me." Huo Wu turned her face and smiled at He Qi, ignoring the latter's warning eyes, and said directly.

"Master, bring the scissors and the scalpel here." She handed the two silver needles that lifted the corner of the skin and supported the skin to the second elder, and took the scissors and the scalpel herself.

Huo Wu's smile was very Madonna, full of comfort and comfort, "Mr. He Qi, the pain will only last for a while."

Beads of sweat dripped from the corner of He Qi's forehead, and he stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

When Huo Wu retracted her gaze, the smile on her mouth disappeared.

I saw her eyes suddenly hardened, and her right hand moved vigorously.

"Hiss—" A rectangular piece of skin lifted up alive.

He Qi's body twitched and trembled in fear, his face instantly turned pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and his entire face was completely soaked.

After Huo Wu picked up the skin, he hurriedly put it into a big basin that had been prepared beforehand. Inside was the water soaked with medicine, which could keep the skin fresh.

After putting it away, she walked back, took out a bottle from her arms, and poured the medicine powder inside onto He Qi's red, peeling flesh.

He Qi's tense muscles seemed to have relaxed a lot.

Both Long Jingtian and the second elder had seen big scenes, but now... they felt a chilly feeling, and their bodies even felt weak for a moment.

This kind of pain is obviously more terrifying than going to the battlefield. If you are not afraid of a sharp knife, you are afraid of being tossed slowly... For a big man, it is better to die directly.

An ugly face is nothing.

If He Qi was asked what was going on in his mind at this time, he would definitely say that he wanted to be anesthetized...it really wasn't human doing.

(End of this chapter)