Chapter 1118: Finale 1

The beach was quite cold, and both of them were wet, and they couldn't use mental strength to resist. Naturally, it was more practical to burn a fire.
There is a grove not far from this beach, and Feng Qingyu walks quickly into the woods.
Di Shiyin watched Feng Qingyu's small figure disappear from her sight, sighed softly, and looked at the silver knife in her palm, her palms trembling slightly.
Qing Yu, sorry--
The infinite remorse in my heart only turned into a helpless sigh ...
He cut open his knee with a single knife, and a flash of black gas, and numerous black lines came out of his knee, swaying in the air, and wanted to escape.
Di Shiyin also did not care about the sweat that had already hurt his face, his fingertips popped out, white light flashed, and the black coils were in a pale white ball ...
He whispered the curse, and the pale white twitched in the air, and a moment of effort was invisible in the air.
Di Shiyin was relieved. As long as those black lines were left to penetrate into the human body, it was a great disaster. The reason why he opened Feng Qingyu was also afraid that she would be infected with this thing—
After doing this, he sweated again and lay down on the ground, breathing slightly.
When Feng Qingyu picked up the firewood and returned, she saw exactly this picture.
She was slightly surprised, put the firewood down, walked over and looked at him: "Hey, what's the matter with you?"
Di Shiyin sighed, and now she would not call her master anymore—
I miss that time--
When she called him Master with a crisp and soft voice, now she thinks it is so sweet.
When can she let go of her heart knot and call him Master again?
His forehead was covered with cold sweat and his lips were white with pain, and he shook his head slightly.
Forget it, as long as she is willing to stay with him, he will have the opportunity to slowly influence her ...
"I'm okay." Di Shiyin couldn't bear to worry her and slowly sat up again.
His face looked a lot better, but the wound on his body was still shivering, and the blood flowed endlessly.
Feng Qingyu was not talking, she lit the fire silently, and sat on the side of the fire to roast soaked clothes.
"Come here," Di Shi said lowly.
"What?" Feng Qingyu stayed still.
"Qing Yu, I want to ask you something." Di Shiyin's eyes were fixed on her solemnly.
"What's the matter?" Feng Qingyu was a little puzzled as a rare word of "Qiu" popped from the mouth of this god.
"Your suture is good, can you-stitch it for me too?" Di Shiyin whispered his request.
Feng Qingyu: "..."
She was suturing Prince Lancang in the water. There was absolutely no way. Now he obviously can make the wound heal slowly with the technique. Why should she be sutured with a needle because of the living crime?
No anesthetic needles-but very sinful!
As if guessing Feng Qingyu's heart, Di Shiyin sighed softly: "I can't heal the wound for a while, but I'll sew faster." As long as she was willing to sew for him, he was not afraid of suffering. .
There was a slight flash of light in Feng Qingyu's big eyes: "It can be sutured, but I have no way to relieve pain."
"It doesn't matter, even if you do it, I still can't bear this pain." Di Shiyin said.
Since this person must find his sin, there is no way.
Feng Qingyu finally took out the needle and thread again: "Suture can only sew external wounds, and I can't help the wounds in your internal organs."