"What's going on?" Yaoguang hugged the little Rakshasa who was just bleeding at first, but after she picked him up, the nosebleeds became more and more violent, frowning slightly.
What's going on? Has the little Rakshasa's injury not healed yet?
With this determination in mind, Yaoguang's men immediately tore open the little Rakshasa's clothes without any pause and took a closer look.[
Su's gentle hands touched the little Rakshasa's arm, and then he inspected it all the way down.
The little Rakshasa covered his nose with one hand, and tried to push away the hand of Lucky Light that was examining him with one hand. What was wrong with him? He was not injured at all.
However, when Yaoguang's soft hand brushed his arm and looked down his chest, the feeling was as gentle as wind and as gentle as water, and instantly made half of his body numb.
The hand shaking the light seemed to have fire, no, no, it was not fire, it was wind? No, it was not wind either... What kind of power did it carry, and why did it almost make people fascinated when it passed by?
Fascinated? Rakshasa never thought he would use this word.
But, really, he didn't want to move, he just wanted to let the light touch his body.
The white jade hand passed in front of the little Rakshasa. Well, there was no trauma. Yaoguang hugged the little Rakshasa, turned around, and looked at his back again.
The wrist was lightly brushed, and there was no scar.
At this moment, the little Rakshasa lying on her lap was almost so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes.
Touch it, touch it again, he likes it.
"There are no injuries." The flute light checked the outside of the little Rakshasa's body, and then used the energy of chaos to explore the inside of the little Rakshasa's body. There were no injuries and everything was normal.
Yaoguang couldn't help but pick up the little Rakshasa and held his head with one hand.
I guess the weather here is not suitable for the little Rakshasa to survive. Although after the curse here is lifted, Rakshasa no longer needs to hold hands with her to survive, but she may still be a bit harsh on the little Rakshasa's body.
Yaoguang's thoughts flickered, and he felt slightly relieved.
Rakshasa, who was enjoying the tingling sensation with his eyes closed, felt that the shaking light no longer touched him, but only raised his head. He couldn't help but opened his eyes with dissatisfaction and raised his little fat legs.
There is no touching here, you have to touch.
The big eyes silently convey quite insistent verbal cues.
If you like this feeling, you just like it.
Seeing the little Rakshasa looking at her dissatisfied, with those eyes and raised legs, Yaoguang couldn't help but smile. This little guy still likes to do it as before.[