Chapter 18: Starving You, Starving You, Starving You (2)
"Actually, I think it must be a very happy thing to be my demon envoy. If you don't believe it, you will die." Qianye still persevered.
"Impossible." Wu Zhou objected simply.
The door opened with a creak, and the cool night wind swept in a little water vapor. Wu Zhou's body trembled obviously. Is the demon even afraid of the cold?
"Death, remember to close the door, and boil some water..." Qianye said as he turned around.
Before he finished speaking, he saw that Shi was already carrying a wooden basin filled with white mist. There were some cloth towels hanging on the side of the basin. He kicked back and closed the door.
Shi placed the wooden basin next to Qianye, turned into a soul and floated up into the air. He looked at her with approving eyes, then looked at Wu Zhou's half-undressed clothes, and pointedly said: "Sir, what do you think of her?
He’s so nice.”
Chiba rolled his eyes at him and raised an eyebrow, "Am I not treating you well?"
"But I have never had an adult personally treat an injury."
"That means I protected you well. Besides, ghosts don't need healing. As long as they don't hurt the soul, no matter how many wounds they have, they will disappear instantly, right?"
Although Shi is a ghost, he still retains many of the habits of his life. He sits with his legs crossed, but is floating in the air. He continues to argue: "Sir, the wounds on the demon's body do not need to be treated as long as there is still magic power."
"Just think that I covet his beauty."
Qianye said perfunctorily, and slowly opened Wuji's wet inner clothes that were stuck to her body. Although it was not in line with common sense, it was not what she expected.
Her thin chest was no longer fair. There were bruises and purple scars everywhere, and even scars soaked by the rain, bleeding out as she gasped.
A fox demon with rare and powerful magic power can be beaten like this by countless demons and monsters. Wu Zhou is really a talent... No, a demon talent!
"Do you think he still has the power to heal his own injuries like this?" Qianye asked as he raised his head, but was stunned for a moment when he saw Shi sitting in a lotus position.
It's not impossible to sit cross-legged, it's just floating in the air...
"Shi, can you change your posture? He looks too much like Sakyamuni."
Sudden suddenly floated closer, turned his body in the air and asked: "Who is Sakyamuni?"
"A guy with a big head and a reputation that will last forever."
After taking off Wu Zhou's robe, Qianye couldn't appreciate the body that matched her stunning appearance.
Bruises are everywhere, new and old injuries are layered on top of each other, each rib of the skinny chest is clearly visible, and the shriveled lower abdomen is a bloody mess that even a ghost might not be surprised by.
Is that drunken brawny man blind or a vegetarian?
"Hey, are you prone to self-abuse? You won't fight back even if you get beaten?" Chiba asked depressedly, while picking out some sawdust from the wound on his lower abdomen.
But Wu Zhou didn't answer her, he closed his eyes tightly, and if he wasn't still panting, he would look like he was dead.
"Sir, how come the bag with a full head is famous throughout the ages?" Shen was still struggling with the question of why Sakyamuni had a bag with a full head.
"He's very handsome with his hair all over his head. If you don't believe me, change yourself. Just look in the mirror." Qianye said, gently washing away the blood stains with warm water, taking out some medicinal powder from his wide sleeves and spreading it on. Fortunately, it was just some skin trauma.
That’s all.
Shi looked at Qianye's cautious movements and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Sir, there is not a word of truth in your mouth, and you will be punished for lying."
"I'll lend you your good words, but I think I've already received enough retribution in my life for being such a noisy devil like you."