Qianye nodded thoughtfully and rewrapped the wound on Wu Zhou's lower abdomen. Ruyu's skin was thin and still slim. He thought of the gossip he heard a few days ago and suddenly asked: "Did you rob Demon King Shu?"
The perfect bride?"
Wu Zhou's body suddenly stiffened, and he gritted his teeth and made a sound in the darkness, "If you don't understand something, just ask, don't make random guesses!"
"Okay then." Qianye picked up the grass box on Wuji's lap. There was nothing in it. He threw it aside, carefully tied the bandage, and asked: "You have devilish aura, ghostly aura, demonic aura."
, it can be explained that it is all contaminated by fighting with it. But what about the death energy? The corpse will not attack you on its own. I have never been able to understand this."
"I was buried among the bones for seven days and seven nights."
Qianye's hands shook and she slowly raised her head. Under the weak moonlight, she could see the indifference on Wu Zhou's face. That expression seemed to mean that he had slept among the flowers.
"Hide and seek?"
Wu Zhou suddenly became angry and reached out to knock Qianye on the head hard.
"Ugh!" He groaned in pain and clenched his fingers, a layer of cold sweat instantly aroused on his body.
"Look, look, you'll get retribution. Remember not to use your injured hand next time." Qianye suppressed a strange feeling in his heart and gently broke Wuji's broken finger. With one blow, the hand bones were once again dislocated.
It's weird if it doesn't hurt.
In fact, we can't blame Wu Zhou for being careless. He has lived for thousands of years. This is probably the first time he has been injured, the first time he has felt pain. Where does he have any experience in recovering from injuries?
Qianye opened the strip of cloth on Wu Zhou's finger and explained: "Although after your magic power is restored, this kind of injury will be nothing at all, but I still have to set your bones. Otherwise, I'm really afraid that you will end up with one hand in the future."
It looks like chicken claws... ow!"
A chestnut hit his forehead, and there was a hot throbbing pain. With tears in Qianye's eyes, he squeezed Wuji's hand hard and set his bones!
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Qianye's only belongings, bedding, had been burned in the inn fire. Wuri sat on a small wicker chair, Qianye leaned on the side, and spent the night like this.
And maybe they all had their own worries, and after working hard all day, they were so depressed that no one really fell asleep.
I could vaguely hear the sound of insects outside gradually getting thinner. After a while, I heard the sound of birds chirping again, and I knew it was already early morning.
However, before daybreak, there was a sudden knock on the door outside. It was elegant and polite. Then, a clear and graceful voice sounded leisurely, "Is there anyone in the house?"
Qianye was instantly startled, took out the dagger from his sleeve, and looked at the wisps of light green outside the broken door, "Who is that person?"
"Messenger." The young man outside the door seemed to be smiling slightly as he spoke.
Qianye and Wu Zhou looked at each other, picked up their breath, and walked slowly to the door. With a creak, the broken door was covered with dust and slowly opened.
The man outside the door was wearing a light blue robe, with morning dew moistening the corners. His green hair was loose, and his face was clear and elegant. Only a small tear mole under the corner of his eye added a bit of allure and enchantment to him.
"Silver Fox?" Qianye saw through the true identity of the man in front of him at a glance. He turned back and glanced at Wu Zhou. He was from the same clan as him. Is he an enemy or a friend?
"This Heavenly Master has really good eyesight. It's no wonder that even Young Master Wu Zhou can't hide in front of you." The man praised without hesitation.
Wu Zhou's name was spoken out of his mouth, and he used the honorific title. I'm afraid he really knew him.