Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The stranger stood up with his bloody arm covered, watching the cloak man come out of nowhere, biting his pale lips.

The kung fu of a cloak man is obviously no weaker than that of a man. Without a moment of kung fu, he temporarily blocked off the man, and then returned to the stranger's side of the flower. His long arm firmly held her slim waist and his toes were lighter.

The next moment, she jumped out of the drugstore window and flew away.

The stranger leaned in the cloak man's arms and felt a little safe in her heart, which shocked her and drowned her eyes without doing what he wanted.

Yan Beicheng, the cloak man, took the flowers directly outside the city, deliberately searched for a relatively clean house, which put her carefully on the bed, and her subconscious cotton was pulled up for her.

At that time, the wounds between the arms of the stranger were too deep, the blood of the orangutan was still flowing slowly, and the blood on her face faded into paper white due to excessive blood loss.

Yanbeicheng looked at her bleak white face, her eyes as dark as a fountain crossed a few unknown dark colors, silent for a few seconds, and said: "I'll help you with the wound. ”

At this time, the stranger's consciousness was a little dim. When he heard Yan Beicheng say this, he nodded casually. Then he half-eyed and looked like Renjun was disposing of him.

Here, Yan Beicheng leaned over and pulled out the dagger between her waists, carefully scratching the clothes from her left arm off her shoulder.

It's scarier than I thought.

Just between her slender white arms, a rough wound about half arm long crossed over her elbow, the wound flesh turned white, the bright red blood was flowing out of the wound a little bit.

Just looking at it makes you feel numb on the scalp.

Yanbeicheng eyes suddenly darkened, holding the blue jade vial tight, half a jade before opening the vial, and poured all the golden sores medicine on it.

The powder was sprinkled between the flesh in exchange for a moment of pain, and the stranger was blinded by a few points of wisdom and pulled back.

She opened her eyes and glanced at her wound. The cloak-covered city of Yanbei was handling her wound somewhat awkwardly and her eyebrows tightened.

In this way, the blood stops, but the wound is so big, how can it work without stitching?

“I'll do it myself, you help me find some spirits.” The stranger raised his right hand and held down the hand that Yanbeicheng was continuing to move, opening low.

As Yanbeicheng entered the sword eyebrow, he clasped tightly, “How can you do it with one hand? ”

The stranger sat up with the flowers on his bed and shook his head gently, "I'm fine. ”

Yanbei City stared at the stranger's eyes and told her to have a clear bottom of her eyes. This was the only way to agree. She brought back a bottle of wine shortly after.

The stranger did not hesitate to open the bottle and poured it directly towards the wound, spilling it indiscriminately.

A few times more painful than the powder, the stranger's white lip was bitten by her desperate and concealed, her lips were sweet, and her hands in the bottle were all trembling.

But for a moment, she held me tight.

How could she be so mean to herself?

In the heart of Yanbei city, the dark light blew in the ink eyes and raised his hand to the lips of strangers.

The stranger took a hard look, but still bit his lower lip tightly, not loosening it a little.

The bottle was quickly poured out, and the stranger trembled and the bottle fell to the ground, crushing.

“Could it go on?” Yan Beicheng finally couldn't help but open his mouth, the inky eyes covered by a generous cloak, crossing the color of worry that he had never perceived.

The stranger shook his head, removed the acupuncture bag from his sleeve bag, pulled out a needle already worn in the sheep's bowel line, took a deep breath, stabbed the needle tip through the skin and stitched it up slowly.

The newly relaxed lip was again tightly bitten, and the hand holding the tip of the needle was constantly trembling, and the pain grew more intense. Her bright, full forehead paused with a thin sweat, slowly falling down along her nose.

In the heart of Yanbeicheng, for some reason, it was also a snug, long ten fingers slowly tightened, eyes tightly locked over her stitched wound.

Something that usually takes half an hour to complete, and the stranger spent an hour and a half on it this time.

After the stitching, her whole body had been soaked with sweat and weak, so she held onto the medicine and wrapped herself around the bed before leaning softly.

Yanbeicheng sits beside a bed with deep dark dark dark dark eyes and uncertain emotions.

The house was silent.

It took a long time for a stranger to rip out her dry lips, and her voice lowered: “What do you want to do when you follow me all the way to Yuzhou? ”

The thoughts of the cloak man in front of Yanbeicheng are unsettling.

Yanbeicheng's eyes were slightly darker and she did not answer her question. She turned her back and whispered: “The Yuwang Palace is not as simple as you think. There is no way to rely on the mountain. Don't be too sharp. ”

One word silenced the stranger instantly, thinking of the expert in the pharmacopoeia.

Anyone in the pharmacy can take her life, and you can see what this man has said.

Just...

How could he know so much?

Just to ask more, Yanbeicheng suddenly handed over a jade vial, "This bottle is a good golden sore medicine, you take it. ”

A stranger's consciousness refuses to speak to his mouth, but he swallows it raw, and his fine mandible gently.

“Go to sleep, I'll take you back in the morning.” Yan Beicheng stood up, whispered the order, and walked away.

The stranger was tired and did not refuse. When he answered, he lay down again and closed his eyes.

Until the stranger slept well, Yanbeicheng quietly walked into the house.

He looked at the strange flowers lying quietly on the bed, his heart moved, his hands gently wiped off her forehead, a sweat on her nose, a few complications in his eyes, a few admirable colors.

From the moment the wound was handled, there had been no screaming. If it had been for someone else, it would have been a few times since I had passed out in pain.

This woman is really strong and scary.

At this moment, a small piece of walls fell quietly in his heart, but he didn't even realize it.

……

The next day before dawn, Yanbeicheng sent the stranger back silently.

A stranger sits on a soft couch of pear wood carvings in his bedroom, and his eyes are splendid and slightly divine.

The cloak man said that in her words, she could hear that he seemed to know exactly who she was and what was happening next to her, so what was this person's identity?

To be able to monitor her whereabouts so clearly, there must be a certain amount of power here, and his figure is very similar to that of the Yu Wang.

But would it really be the Yu Wang?

She remembers that the cloak man appeared to show a scar on his arm when he fought the drug court master...