"You still have to compete with the King of Hell. If you die like this, are you willing?" Murong Ge saw that he was so careless about his own body and wanted to stimulate him: "What's more, you are injured, even if you are allowed to fight with the King of Hell.
, you can’t beat him either!”
"This little poison won't kill you. I just need to rest for a while and use my energy to force the poison out. As for the wound, just apply some herbal medicine! I don't know medical skills, but I am very skilled in treating wounds." Qi Shujian seemed to see her.
Intention, I don't blame her.
He has been practicing swordplay since he was a child, and he often accidentally cuts himself with swords. When he grew up, he traveled around the world and suffered many sword injuries, so he knew how to deal with such wounds.
"That's it..." Murong Ge thought for a while, "Okay then, you can practice your skills. I'll go look for you nearby to see what herbs are suitable for you and pick them back for you."
After she finished speaking, she started to leave. When Qi Shujian tried to hold her back, she had already rushed out of the door.
Qi Shujian's eyes dimmed as he watched her figure disappear through the gate.
In the evening, the weather had darkened.
Qi Shujian sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, a wisp of smoke rising from his head, sweat pouring down his forehead, and his clothes were soaked. Black blood slowly oozed from the wound on his shoulder, staining a large area of his white clothes.
The black bruises seemed to flow endlessly. He frowned and stopped. Looking at the injury on his shoulder, he casually bandaged it with a cloth and leaned against the wall.
It's almost dark, and she hasn't come back yet? She must have run away!
He sighed softly and ran away. Anyway, he was injured now, and tomorrow would be the decisive battle, so he wouldn't be able to keep the appointment on time!
With this thought, he slowly closed his eyes and rested his mind.