Chapter 1513: fake

"Xiao Li'er? What did you find?" Long Feiye immediately asked curiously, listening to the movement inside.
Qing Cheng didn't return to him immediately, but directly took out the dagger, made a small cut in Mo Yanxin's back, and a small porcelain bottle filled the drops of blood. He took out a vial, dug a piece of ointment and applied it to her wound. After a few breaths, the blood clotted and began to peel off.
Qingcheng put on her clothes again, turned around again, stared at her face for a while, and touched behind her earmarks.
Suddenly he began to think, "It's not a disguise... it looks a little like? Is this a coincidence?"
Qingcheng took out two more pill bottles in her hand, poured out one tablet each and stuffed it into her mouth. He patted her cheek with a dagger, "You'd better be an unknowing pawn, otherwise, the person who hurt her will make the death ugly!" The words fell, and a flash of cold light flashed across his eyes. Pass away.
Back at the hall, Long Feiye couldn't wait to know, "How about Xiao Li'er? Is there any problem with her identity?"
Yun Haochen immediately pulled her onto the chair and sat down first, and poured her a cup of tea.
"Lier, take a break first."
Qingcheng smiled and nodded, "Okay." Take a sip first.
Long Feiye looked at her anxiously, "How is it?"
Yun Haochen glanced at him, "What is the hurry?"
Long Feiye immediately smiled and replied: "Of course I am in a hurry. After all, it is my cousin who has a marriage contract with me. If it is a fake, I don't need to marry it?"
Qingcheng smiled and looked at him, "Really? People who don't know, think you have feelings for your cousin in your heart!"
"Don't, how is it possible? Tell me, what happened?" Long Feiye hurriedly waved his hand to deny.
Qingcheng nodded, "Just say it, you can be sure that this birthmark is real, but this Mo Yanxin is fake."
"What do you mean? Birthmarks are real? People are fake? Don't the birthmarks grow on people?" Long Feiye couldn't help being a little confused.
Yun Haochen thought for a while, and then asked: "Li'er means that the birthmark was on the real Mo Yanxin, and then on the fake Mo Yanxin?"
Qingcheng nodded immediately, "Well, that's right."
Long Feiye's eyes widened suddenly, a little unbelievable: "What? How to change the human skin? It's not planting trees? There must be scars?"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Qingcheng's mouth, "You can't do it, but someone can do it. It's just skin grafting, no fuss, but..."
"But what?" Long Feiye asked immediately.
"However, in this era, there are no blood transfusion tools, and there is no mention of blood type. It is easy to lose too much blood and die after such an operation..." Qingcheng's eyes rose coldly.
Long Feiye has many question marks in his mind, what blood transfusion tool? What is the blood type? What does surgery mean? They were all terms he hadn't heard before, and he couldn't help being confused, even Yun Haochen didn't understand it very well.
"Li'er, what do you mean by what you just said?" Yun Haochen was puzzled.
Qingcheng suddenly realized that they could not understand modern vocabulary, and hurriedly explained: "That is to say, someone treated two three-year-old children with skin grafts. This method is prone to excessive blood loss, and if it is serious, it will be straightforward. After dying, think about it, even if you make a cut on your hand, it will bleed, let alone gouging out such a large piece of meat!"