The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Su Xi raised his head and casually said, "Come here, hold me for him. Don't let him move anyway!"

The pointed soldier was startled and repeated blankly: "Me? Am I?"

Ouyang Haoxuan said with a chuckle: "Xi Yue, I don't need anyone to hold me, I won't move. This pain, I can bear it."

Suxi raised his eyes and looked at him with a sneer. "Okay, you said that. Since you are so tolerant, you don't care if your arm is cut, then I don't need anesthesia. I will stitch the meridians for a while. You should bear with me for the process of breaking your arm. If you dare to move during this period, don’t blame me for being rude!"

Ouyang Haoxuan was shocked, but Suxi did not give him the opportunity to repent, and suddenly there were countless silver needles in his hand.

Some of these silver needles are ordinary acupuncture needles, and some are suture needles with sheep gut line.

Her expression condensed, and the soldier just took Ouyang Haoxuan's arm and placed it about five centimeters away from the broken arm wound.

The soldier clutched the icy, cold, bloody arm, and saw the continually piercing action of Ouyang Haoxuan by Puxi, but could not help but tremble: "This...Son, you are about to do what?"

"Shut up! Take it!" In fact, Xu Xi is a little angry. Ouyang Haoxuan's lifeless play will one day finish her life, but she also knows that now Ouyang Haoxuan needs to vent, otherwise No abnormal.

Puxi only said four words, and immediately afterwards, all preparations were ready.

In the next moment, everyone, yes, everyone, including Chen Guang, 100,000 Zhenweijun and Cai Jie, were all attracted to Suxi. They stared at her every move, and they wished to wipe their own. Eyes, wonder if what you see is true.

Suxi has a pair of slender, slender, beautiful hands carved like white jade.

At this time, these hands danced like a white butterfly wearing flowers. Between the dances, a line of sheep's gut was staggered.

These needles and threads have been treated with special medicines and soaked in Lingquan. They have special toughness and can be integrated into the human body after sutures without causing harm.

I saw the silver needle shimmering in the cold light, pierced through the wound meridian of Ouyang Haoxuan's broken arm, and led to the wound of the arm held by the soldier, also pierced from the meridian.

After just a tea time, Ouyang Haoxuan already had sweat beads on his face, his face was pale, and all the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat.

It was not the pain of cutting the flesh, but the suture of the meridians.

However, no one cares about his pain at all. Even Chen Guang's eyes are attracted by Su Xi's every move, and he can no longer pay attention to others.

Seeing that all the meridians had been connected by the gut line, Suxi's hand snapped.

I saw that the arm suddenly detached from the soldier's hand and hit the wound of the broken arm heavily, joining together tightly.

Ouyang Haoxuan finally couldn't help but groan.

Suxi's hand kept moving, quickly picked up another threaded needle, and quickly stitched a circle on the outer skin.

The last knot cut off the thread, and Suxi's forehead also dripped a drop of sweat, which could not be dropped on her long eyelashes.

Before she could wipe it with her sleeves, a pair of warm hands had stretched out holding the silk bandage and gently wiped off her sweaty forehead and the eyelashes stained with sweat.