The operation lasted two hours. At this time, the clothes on her left shoulder had been stained with blood, and he seemed to have not noticed it.

Xiangwan picked up the clean clothes to change, and saw the good luck take off the upper body clothes. The scar on the back has faded a lot, not as ferocious as in the past.

Dealing with injuries with one hand is a technical skill. Xiang Wan looks at the wound on his body and goes by in a tut sound.

"I'll help you." Xiangwan took the needle and thread. Good luck widened his eyes, "really or not?"

Xiangwan didn't want to answer, so he started directly. Since someone helps, the relationship will not refuse, and the wound is soon sutured.

"You're a lot better." She was praised by good fortune, and the tone was a little proud. Xiangwan's medical skills were learned from her good fortune. When she was young, she was probably a martial arts maniac. She was injured many times, so she was taught how to sew up the wound.

Xiangwan frowned for a moment, and then he wrapped up the sutured wound with gauze. Cool, "OK, you go out."

"No, I haven't got your legs." Good luck bent down and picked up the fragrant rope, "all the wounds have been treated, only the feet are left."

Waiting for the good fortune to connect the leg bone to the fragrant rope, it is almost one o'clock in the morning. Xiangwan was really tired and fell asleep on the bed.

Good luck went out and saw Mo Xiaoke who was painting in the living room. Full of steps, "Xiaoke?"

Voice murmur, deeply afraid to disturb Mo Xiaoke.

Mo Xiaoke chuckled, "I'll paint again, it doesn't matter."

With Mo Xiaoke's words, good fortune can rest assured and go boldly in the past. Liangyuan sits opposite Mo Xiaoke, looks at the good manuscript on the table, praises, "really good-looking."

"Yes?" Don't think so.

She nodded, "it's really beautiful." Although he doesn't often draw cartoons, his daughter must be the best.

"There are traitors in xiangmen." Mo Xiaoke outlines the line in one stroke and stops writing.

Danger of fate narrow your eyes, traitor? Mo Xiaoke still with a smile, "master should also know."

Now Mo Xiaoke is still called Xiangwan master, not his mother. Xiang Wan also knew that she didn't force anything, after all, she didn't want her daughter at that time.

"Do you want me to find out for you?" On the face of good fortune, murderous spirit appeared, "or you already know."

Mo Xiaoke whistled and joked, "of course it's clear." After all, she is the next Xiangwan, who can't be found.

"Thousands of injuries take at least three days." Liangyuan said, "so is wanjingquan. It will take at least three days to recover."

Mo Xiaoke collates the manuscript, leans on the sofa tone with a trace of laziness, "three days is enough for me to deal with waste, I heard that Xiangzi has gone to Ye Xiao there."

Hong family has Hong Qi, but Yi Lin family has Xiang Zi, ye Xiao. Ten thousand families have ten thousand sceneries. It's not that there is her, Mo Xiaoke. As for hazel, I heard that Ren Fei had already rushed to the League Headquarters to deal with Jack ward.

It is not clear who will win the battle.

"Cough, cough..." The sound of coughing sounded, and WAN Jingquan showed his hands, and there was a lot of blood on his hands.

To Wan Jingquan bandage the doctor said, "commander, you can't use force for three days, or you will see the king in advance."

"Are you hurt?" A soft voice came from behind.

Wan Jingquan glared at the doctor and complained. He turned his head and looked at Li Qingling, recovering his careless look. "Yes, I was injured."

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