She suppressed her inner uneasiness and her face was so calm that there was no expression at all.
His dislocated hand hung by his side, and as the cool breeze blew by, the severed hand rippled slightly with the wind, giving it a cruel beauty.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and saw that not only was his face pale, but his figure was also a bit shaky and unstable.
It shouldn't be. She was forcibly kissed by him before, and she only used three levels of skills to hit him. With his martial arts skills and deep internal strength, even if he suffered internal injuries, it would not be harmful, and his face would not turn pale and almost transparent.
.
And even the figure seems to be teetering and falling down at any time.
It looked like he had been extremely seriously injured.
He knew that she was a heartless person, and with his arrogant and domineering heart, he would not and would not bother to pretend to be weak. Besides, with her medical skills, she could clearly tell that he was seriously injured.
Her eyes moved to his abdomen. The gorgeous black brocade robe was soaked with blood, and the thick smell of blood spread in the room.
"You're going to die." She opened her lips.
"I am a scourge and a monster. It is not easy to die." He smiled coldly, his expression still overbearing and evil.
"I haven't heard of any master hurting you recently. With your martial arts skills, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find an opponent in the world." She raised her eyebrows, "Why are you so weak now that you can even kill a passerby?"
His expression was unpredictable, and he snorted coldly, "Then you underestimate me. Even if I only have one breath left, ordinary experts will only die if I come here."
"I'm very curious." She added, "In fact, I'm rarely curious, who hurt you?"
He covered his lower abdomen with his uninjured hand, "Don't you think my injury looks familiar?"
She glanced over and said, "At that location, I stabbed you thirteen days ago."
He pulled off his belt and opened his robe, revealing his lean and naked chest. A slightly scabbed wound on his abdomen was bleeding out. Due to his strength, the bleeding rate accelerated, but maybe it was blood.
After it drained, not much blood came out.
His lower body was wearing the same pitch-black trousers, which were soaked with blood. The pitch-black color was not conspicuous, especially at night.
Although the stab wound was not fatal, it was still quite serious. She stated calmly, "What's going on? According to your constitution, the injury should heal faster than ordinary people. By this time, the stab wound should be healed."
"I hurt you." The corner of his mouth curved so slightly that it was almost invisible. "I was so angry that I wanted to destroy you, but I changed my mind. The palms raised in mid-air caused you internal injuries. It was very painful.
It hurts." He took out a dagger from his sleeve pocket, "Even if I don't apply medicine, the knife you inserted will slowly heal on its own. But, I don't want it to get better, because you are the one who left it.
Do you recognize this dagger?"
She frowned slightly and stabbed him.
"I didn't throw away your dagger." He raised his hand and dropped the knife. The dagger in his hand was inserted into the abdomen with great precision, and he stabbed her exactly on the same edge.
She glanced and saw that the depth of the knife was the same as what she had caused, "perverted."
"I am more than a pervert? I am hopeless." He smiled sternly, his eyes were strange and unpredictable, and the sinister condensation condensed on his handsome face, "Every day, I stab myself like this. I feel the stab you gave me that day.
The pain in my seat is extremely clear.”
She suppressed her inner uneasiness and her face was so calm that there was no expression at all.
His dislocated hand hung by his side, and as the cool breeze blew by, the severed hand rippled slightly with the wind, giving it a cruel beauty.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and saw that not only was his face pale, but his figure was also a bit shaky and unstable.
It shouldn't be. She was forcibly kissed by him before, and she only used three levels of skills to hit him. With his martial arts skills and deep internal strength, even if he suffered internal injuries, it would not be harmful, and his face would not turn pale and almost transparent.
.
And even the figure seems to be teetering and falling down at any time.
It looked like he had been extremely seriously injured.
He knew that she was a heartless person, and with his arrogant and domineering heart, he would not and would not bother to pretend to be weak. Besides, with her medical skills, she could clearly tell that he was seriously injured.
Her eyes moved to his abdomen. The gorgeous black brocade robe was soaked with blood, and the thick smell of blood spread in the room.
"You're going to die." She opened her lips.
"I am a scourge and a monster. It is not easy to die." He smiled coldly, his expression still overbearing and evil.
"I haven't heard of any master hurting you recently. With your martial arts skills, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find an opponent in the world." She raised her eyebrows, "Why are you so weak now that you can even kill a passerby?"
His expression was unpredictable, and he snorted coldly, "Then you underestimate me. Even if I only have one breath left, ordinary experts will only die if I come here."
"I'm very curious." She added, "In fact, I'm rarely curious, who hurt you?"
He covered his lower abdomen with his uninjured hand, "Don't you think my injury looks familiar?"
She glanced over and said, "At that location, I stabbed you thirteen days ago."
He pulled off his belt and opened his robe, revealing his lean and naked chest. A slightly scabbed wound on his abdomen was bleeding out. Due to his strength, the bleeding rate accelerated, but maybe it was blood.
After it drained, not much blood came out.
His lower body was wearing the same pitch-black trousers, which were soaked with blood. The pitch-black color was not conspicuous, especially at night.
Although the stab wound was not fatal, it was still quite serious. She stated calmly, "What's going on? According to your constitution, the injury should heal faster than ordinary people. By this time, the stab wound should be healed."
"I hurt you." The corner of his mouth curved so slightly that it was almost invisible. "I was so angry that I wanted to destroy you, but I changed my mind. The palms raised in mid-air caused you internal injuries. It was very painful.
It hurts." He took out a dagger from his sleeve pocket, "Even if I don't apply medicine, the knife you inserted will slowly heal on its own. But, I don't want it to get better, because you are the one who left it.
Do you recognize this dagger?"
She frowned slightly and stabbed him.
"I didn't throw away your dagger." He raised his hand and dropped the knife. The dagger in his hand was inserted into the abdomen with great precision, and he stabbed her exactly on the same edge.
She glanced and saw that the depth of the knife was the same as what she had caused, "perverted."
"I am more than a pervert? I am hopeless." He smiled sternly, his eyes were strange and unpredictable, and the sinister condensation condensed on his handsome face, "Every day, I stab myself like this. I feel the stab you gave me that day.
