Chapter 1600: Sharp edge

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Moss spent his arms standing up and looking at the cloak who did not know where to come from, clenched the pale lips.
The martial arts of the cloak man is obviously not weaker than that of the man. Without a moment of effort, the man is temporarily blocked, and then he returns to the side of the flower body. The long arm firmly grasps her waist and the toes are lighter.
In the next moment, she took her out of the window of the medicine cabinet and flew away.
The flowers on the cloak were in the arms of the cloak, and there was a sense of security in the heart, which made her feel amazed, and hung up her eyes and did not think about it.
The cloaked man went to the city with a stranger, and deliberately found a clean house. This put her carefully on the bed, and the subconsciously pulled the quilt for her. it is good.
At that time, the wound between the flowers on the stranger was too deep, and the scarlet blood was still flowing slowly. The blood on her face was faded into paper white because of excessive blood loss.
Yubei City looked at her pale face, deep and deep like the bottom of the eye, passing through a few inexplicable dark colors, silent for a few seconds, said: "I will help you deal with the wound."
At this time, the flower was a little faint, and when he heard the North City saying so, he nodded casually, and then he squinted and looked at it.
Seeing this, Yubei City just leaned forward and took out the dagger from the waist of the flower, carefully cutting the clothes between her left arm from the shoulder.
The place of entry is even more terrible than imagined.
I saw her slender and white arm, a scorpion wound with a half-arm length on the elbow, the skin of the wound turned white, and the blood of the red thorns was flowing from the wound.
Just looking at it, people feel that the scalp is numb.
The color of the northern city was abrupt, and the hand holding the sapphire vial was tight and tight, and the vial was opened, and the golden sore medicine was poured down.
The powder was scattered between the flesh and blood, and suddenly there was a pain, and the mind that had been fascinated by the flowers was pulled back again.
She opened her eyes and glanced at her wounds. The North City, who was covered with a cloak, was awkwardly dealing with her wounds, and her brows suddenly picked up.
In this way, although the blood is stopped, it can be such a large wound, how can it be done without suturing.
"I will come by myself, you can help me find some spirits." Mo Shanghua raised his right hand and held down the hand that Yubei City was continuing to move, opening his mouth low.
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I took a ride on the bed and shook my head. "I'm fine."
The squatting squatting of the North City was looking at the eyes of the stranger, and she was told that she was clear, and then she agreed to come down. After a while, she took a pot of wine and returned.
Moss did not hesitate to open the bottle and pour the drink directly toward the wound, swaying the wound.
Compared with the pain of the powder, it hurts several times. The white lips of the stranger are bitten under her desperation, and the lips and teeth are sweet, and the hands holding the jug are trembled.
But for a moment, she was caught tightly.
How can she be so worried about herself.
In the heart of Yubei City, there was a shock in the heart. In the ink, there was a strange light in the ink, and he raised his hand and handed his hand to the lips of the flower.
The stranger took a glance at the flower, but he still clenched his lower lip and never let go.
The wine in the pot was quickly finished, and the flowers on the stranger trembled. The jug immediately landed on the ground and fell.
"Can you continue?" Yubei City finally couldn't help but open the mouth, and the wide cloak covered the ink, and crossed the worry that he had never noticed.
Moshanghua shook his head, took the acupuncture bag from the sleeve, and pulled out a needle that had already been worn with the gut. He took a deep breath and poked the tip of the needle and slowly sutured it.
The lip that had just been relaxed was bitten tightly, and the hand holding the needle end was trembled, the pain became more and more intense, and her white and full amount suddenly became a thin sweat, slowly following the nose. fall.
I don’t know why in the heart of Yubei City. The slender fingers tightened slowly, and the twilight was tightly locked on the wound that she had stitched.
The usual thing that can be done in half an hour is a half-hour.
After suturing, her whole person has been soaked in sweat, her body is weak and weak, and she is so close. She still insists on taking the medicine and dressing herself, only to lean on the bed.
Sitting in the bed next to Yubei City, there is a deep and unpredictable in the dark ink, and I can’t see what it is.
The house was silent.
For a long time, the flowers on the stranger pulled the dry lips, and the voice was low and dumb. "You followed me to Ganzhou, what exactly is your intention?"
In my heart, the idea of ​​Yubei City is the cloak of the eyes, and it is uncertain.
The northern city of Yubei was so deep that he did not answer her question. He turned his head and said: "The palace is not as simple as you think. There is no need to rely on the front of the mountain.
In a moment, the flowers on the stranger are silenced, and the brain can't help but think of the master inside the medicine cabinet.
Anyone in a medicine cabinet can have her life, which shows that this person is not empty.
just……
How can he know so much?
I was eager to ask, but Yubei City suddenly handed over a sapphire vial. "This bottle is a good golden sore medicine, you hold it."
The unconsciousness of the flowers will be rejected, but when it comes to the mouth, it is swallowed by life, and the delicate jaw is lightly touched.
"Sleep, I will send you back tomorrow morning." Yubei City stood up and whispered, then he stepped away.
The flowers on the street were tired, and they did not refuse. With a cry, they lie down again and closed their eyes.
When I went to the stranger to spend a good night's sleep, Yubei City quietly entered the house.
He looked at the strange flower lying on the bed, and moved his heart, lifted his hand and gently wiped her forehead, sweaty nose, and brought a bit of complexity and a bit of appreciation.
From the moment I dealt with the wound, I didn’t scream for a pain. If I changed it to someone else, I would have passed away several times without knowing it.
This woman is really terrible.
At the moment, a wall of the house in the heart, quietly collapsed a small piece, but he did not feel it.
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The next day, the day was not yet bright, and the city of Beibei was sent back to the silent and silent flowers.
On the pear-wood carved soft couch in his bedroom, Mo Shanghua was scattered and slightly fascinated.
The cloakman said that she could hear that her identity to her and what happened around her seemed to be very clear. So what is this person?
Being able to monitor her whereabouts is so clear, there must be certain rights here, and his figure is very similar to that of the king.
Can it really be the king?
She remembers that when the cloaked man fought with the drugstore master, it seemed to reveal a scar on his arm...