Chapter 1108: In hell, my heart is in heaven ...

He sighed, "Okay, but I'm afraid the wound will be disgusting to you."
Feng Qingyu pursed her lips. She is not a coquettish girl. What kind of wound has she never seen?
"Shao Luo! Quickly untie!" She was slightly impatient.
Lan Cang smiled bitterly, and motioned to the guard next to him, who stepped forward to loosen the bandage lightly for him, revealing the cricket wound ...
The wound was two inches deep, the shoulder strap was a long strip, the flesh was rolled, and almost all the bones were seen ...
As soon as the bandage was untied, the blood bleed out again.
Feng Qingyu frowned, and she was in the enchantment. If she wanted to sew for him, she had to break the enchantment first.
Fortunately, she had seen this kind of enchantment before, and she knew how to break it, whispered a curse, waved a sunny knife, and cracked it. The enchantment broke, and she fell into the water.
Fortunately, she is very water-soluble, but she can't drown temporarily.
She stretched out her soft fingers and nodded a few fingers on his back to stop the blood flow ...
Then rinsed with seawater, and whispered, "bear some pain." She now had nowhere to find anesthetic.
Her soft fingers touched his back, a strange feeling rose in Lan Cang's heart, a pale flush appeared on her pale face, and she nodded: "Okay. It's all right, you can start."
Feng Qingyu is no longer hesitant, and stitches for him--
This kind of stitching is naturally very painful. Just after Feng Qingyu has sewed a few stitches, Lan Cang has already seen sweat and her face is paler.
He gritted his teeth and said nothing.
All I felt was that her tender little hands were busy on his back, and besides the painful heart, there was another kind of secret numbness that seemed to pass from her fingertips, leaving him in and his heart in heaven ...
Feng Qingyu had just stitched half of him, and heard a muffled noise from the battle circle not far away, like the sound of a gun tip entering the flesh, and then he heard that Mo Canghai laughed wildly; You have gone back a lot! "
He originally thought that the emperor's talent for release was not seen in the past nine thousand years, and his kung fu must have made great progress again.
However, he did not expect that after hundreds of strokes, he found that the time of Emperor Shiyin was almost the same as that of thousands of years ago.
Except for the experience of being closer to the enemy, the mental ability still stays at the original stage and has not improved much.
However, Mo Canghai has been hiding in this Tatar tribe for nine thousand years and has been working hard. The magic power has been greatly improved. Now he can even tie up with Emperor Shiyin, and even slightly win.
Especially in the last few dozen moves, Emperor Shiyin was a little bit foolish, and his sword skills were somewhat scattered.
This master competed, and he was worried about his life as soon as he walked away, so he gave Mo Canghai a chance to be taken advantage of by him. He shot the emperor's defense with a lightning bolt and penetrated the emperor's abdomen!
Wan Xingdi's release sound was equipped with a protective encirclement, which blocked it, and was not punctured by him.
But Rao is like that, the tip of the gun is also a few inches into the flesh.
Mo Canghai stirred up again, and the emperor's release sounded a groan, and the blood stained the white robe--