As if he understood what she said, the snow bird turned his eyes to look at her, and then stopped still.
Seeing that it didn't move, Bei Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief. It would be fine if it didn't move. Only if it doesn't move can Yan Yu heal it.[
Yan Yu glanced at it, then used his palms slightly to break the tail of the arrow. He threw the half of the arrow tail aside, and then said to me: "Xiaoxiao, I will help it pull out the arrow later.
After sprinkling the medicated powder, press the wound with a cloth strip to prevent blood from flowing out, otherwise it will die from excessive blood loss."
Yan Yu pulled off a large piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes and gave it to me for serious instructions.
"Well, I understand." Bei Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip and found that her hands and feet were shaking a little. She was really worried that she wouldn't be able to save it.
"Xiao Xiao, don't be careful, trust me, it will be fine." Seeing her worry, Yan reached out to hold her wrist and said comfortingly.
"Okay, I believe you." Seeing his confident look, Bei Xiaoxiao nodded. She always had an inexplicable trust in him.
"Then I pulled out the arrow." Yan Yu reached into his arms and took out a bottle of medicinal powder, opened the cork, then stretched out his other hand and whispered to one end of the arrow.
"Well, little bird, you have to hold back." Bei Xiaoxiao nodded, holding the piece of cloth in his hand, ready to press on its wound at any time.
The expression of the snow bird is a bit tense, I think it must be nervous too.
Yan Yu's palm got a little lucky, he pushed hard, and with a 'pop' sound, the remaining half of the arrow flew out from the back of the snow bird. Yan Yu quickly sprinkled the powder in his hand on its wound.
, Bei Xiaoxiao immediately bandaged it with cloth, and a series of actions were done in one go. When she had bandaged it, she realized that they seemed to have a tacit understanding.
The snow bird was very brave indeed, and actually remained silent during the process of drawing the arrow.
She didn't know if it was really that strong or if it was in too much pain and didn't have the strength to scream, but she still admired it.
After Bei Xiaoxiao finished bandaging it, it was already dying and seemed to be breathing out. She held it carefully in her arms and said worriedly: "It looks like it is about to run out of breath. Yan Yu
