"Oh, isn't it just a little blood? I'm not afraid...hum, I'm not afraid of a fight, let alone a little blood?"
I have to say that Xiao Huanhuan is indeed sensible. If it were normal times, she would have been nagging for a long time.
This girl, if she gets a prick on her hand, she will scream in pain for a long time!
But now, it was related to whether everyone could go out, so she gritted her teeth decisively, not afraid...
Dongfang Yuxin looked at her tough-tongued daughter, how could she not know that she was most afraid of pain?
"Haha... Xiao Huanhuan, it only hurts a little bit..."
Taking the dagger handed over by Xie Yi, he just scratched Xiao Huanhuan's hand gently until some blood came out.
"Well...Mother, I will do it myself..."
Little Huanhuan blinked, she wanted to be a brave baby.
In fact, it turns out that when fighting monsters, there is a possibility of injury.
But she never thought it would hurt.
When a person is injured unconsciously, the pain will be much reduced.
But if it was conscious, it would be much more painful.
Seeing how strong she was, Dongfang Yuxin handed her the dagger.
The little girl took it and tried her best to show that she was not afraid, but...
Seeing her closing her eyes tightly and swinging the dagger forcefully, Dongfang Yuxin felt a little ashamed.
Isn’t this scary? It’s obviously very scary.
Just as the dagger fell, a big hand suddenly held Huanhuan's small hand.
Huanhuan raised her head in confusion and looked at the person holding the dagger——
It was Daddy. Daddy looked at her with an unhappy face:
"Xiao Huanhuan, what are you doing? Just take a little blood, no one asked you to chop off your fingers..."
If the strength is too strong, this little hand will probably be scrapped.
"Uh...I..."
Huanhuan suddenly wanted to cry, but in her heart, she was actually scared.
Yuchi Xieyi gently took the dagger, grabbed Huanhuan's little hand with one hand, and scratched it very gently and carefully. Huanhuan only felt a small pain, and it was not as painful as she imagined.
There was bright red blood flowing out, not much.
Huanhuan grabbed Huanhuan's bleeding hand and put it on her forehead. The blood dripped to her forehead, which was enchanting and beautiful.
"Close your eyes...call Xiao Lele..."
Huanhuan closed her eyes obediently, used her spiritual consciousness to contact Xiao Lele, shouted a dozen times, and sure enough she heard Xiao Lele's voice:
"Xiao Huanhuan, I'm not feeling well, what did you call me for?"
"Xiao Lele, can you come out? My dad is here..."
Huanhuan said happily, and Xiao Lele curled her lips:
"Another one to die?"
Huanhuan was a little speechless:
"Lele, um...my dad has something to do with you..."
"If I don't go out, I want to sleep..."
Xiao Lele didn't even give Huanhuan face this time.
"Xiao Lele, my mother will help you recover..."
Huanhuan said sincerely, and Xiao Lele thought for a while: