"What can I do? I see your skin is so good, I can't help itching my hands." Yan Qiqi smiled sweetly at him, took back her paws, and patted them.
She was not interested in his true appearance, she was just playing tricks on him on purpose, sometimes leaving some room for others and also leaving a way out for herself.
Although, she is not afraid of him seeking revenge.
Man in purple: "..."
Meeting such a witch, he could only admit that he was unlucky.
If he hadn't accidentally been plotted and poisoned, how could he be afraid of those clowns, and he wouldn't be so humiliated and hateful by a woman.
Yan Qiqi looked at the depressed man again and saw black blood pouring out of the wound on his chest.
The black blood slid across the tight skin with black marks, which looked very dazzling.
Well, since she took someone's things, if she didn't give him some benefits, wouldn't she really become a robber?
He stood up and looked around, and saw a few porcelain vases not far away.
Then he walked over, picked up the porcelain bottle on the ground, opened the stopper and smelled the medicine inside one by one.
Then, he put the porcelain bottle into his bag, picked up a dagger from the ground, and then returned to the man in purple.
Seeing her coming over again, the man in purple frowned and said, "I don't have anything on me that you can rob, so why don't you leave?"
You can't fall in love with him again, right? God, what kind of woman is she?
Yan Qiqi guessed what he was thinking, so she chuckled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your inner treasure, and I can't let you expose it no matter what. I have principles in life and will never
Pushing people to death."
Principles? The corners of the purple-clothed man's lips began to twitch. What principles did this woman have to talk about? If he hadn't been so big-hearted, she would have been mad to death.
He glared at her, not wanting to offend this unscrupulous woman, let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she could still leave a piece of clothing for him to wear.
Yan Qiqi took out a white porcelain bottle and sprinkled the powder inside on his wound.
When those medicinal powders came into contact with the skin, there was a burning pain. The man in purple was about to collapse and glared at her: "Smelly woman, what do you want?"
It seems like he didn't offend her.
Yan Qiqi curled her lips and smiled, "Of course I'm going to detoxify you, please hurry up and say thank you."
Thank you, it almost hurt him to death. The man in purple frowned and held back the pain, but did not let out a cry of pain.
After a while, the pain on his body disappeared. He looked down at his wounds, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Do you know medical skills?"
"No." Yan Qiqi shrugged, "I didn't know which bottle was the antidote, so I just picked up a bottle."
The man in purple was speechless because he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"I didn't expect you were lucky enough to let me hit the right one randomly." Yan Qiqi stuffed the bottle into the bag, poured out a pill from another bottle, and put it in his mouth.
"Ah, open your mouth and take the medicine."
The man in purple gave her a meaningful look, opened his mouth and swallowed the pill without hesitation.
Seeing that he took the pills quickly, Yan Qiqi gave him an appreciative look and said, "Not bad."
"..." The man in purple rolled his eyes at her and didn't want to pay attention to this evil woman.
Yan Qiqi checked his wounds again, then stood up and stretched in an inelegant way.
As she stretched, the somewhat hard animal skin was pushed up, and the white and tender scenery inside fell into the eyes of the man in purple.