Rui Xueji left. When Yan Xitong and I were having an argument, before leaving, she viciously threw something at me, no, it should be Xia Yan.
She said, Xia Yan, don't regret it.
I don't know if Xia Yan will regret it, but at least I don't regret it.
I traveled thousands of miles to seek help, but I still had to put on airs.
If you ask God for help, God helps you because you believe in God’s ability. If God doesn’t help you, it’s because God believes in your ability.
I believe that with Rui Xueji's ability, she will never let herself be controlled by poison in vain.
In the evening, Yan Xitong didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, so I became a little anxious. It was said that Xia Yan and I could only change souls during the three days of the full moon. After three days, this shell would really become Xia Yan.
I was thinking about whether I should discuss this issue with Yan Xitong.
Yan Xitong, however, got some bottles and jars from somewhere, and tinkered with them to apply medicine to himself.
"Dwarf, come here." His usual command tone.
I walked over slowly: "Keep your voice down, or you'll be dead if someone hears you."
Yan Xitong looked at me with a funny face: "So what if I know? You are the king now."
Too lazy to argue with him, he knelt down next to him resignedly: "What's the matter?"
"Rub some medicated oil on my back, I can't reach it." After saying that, he stuffed a bottle into my arms without any explanation, and then openly unbuttoned his shirt in front of me, revealing his strong back.
Perhaps because I often exchange souls with Xia Yan, I have developed the ability to not be shy.
But when I saw the scars on Yan Xitong's back, I couldn't help but be shocked.
Why does it look like this? There are crisscross whip marks, and there is some pus, but the skin next to the wound is clean and tidy.
I squeezed the bottle so hard that I almost couldn't breathe: "You are injured like this, do you still need to take a shower?"
Yan Xitong quickly turned his head and looked at me.
I was so angry that I didn't want to pay attention to him, so I poured a full hand of medicinal oil and wiped it towards the wound. Yan Xitong made no sound at all, but I didn't expect that when the medicinal oil penetrated into the wound, the area that was about to become suppurated began to swell.
It sounded like it was burning.
I was shocked: "This medicine..."
He stared at the medicinal oil in his hand in shock to see if it was poisonous.
Yan Xitong suddenly leaned forward and seemed about to fall. I quickly supported him: "There is something wrong with this medicine, right?"
Impossible. Yan Xitong is well versed in pharmacology, how could he rub poison on his body?
"I prepared this medicine myself. There is no problem. Just apply it." Yan Xitong gritted his teeth, as if he was in great pain.
My hands were shaking a little, and I asked uncertainly: "Really...is it really okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to use poison as good medicine." Yan Xitong's forehead was already beaded with sweat, and his face was red from holding back.
Later I learned that this medicine is very powerful and heals quickly after application, but the process is very painful. The medicine oil will corrode the necrotic skin, just like removing the scab cover from the body.
After finally wiping it off, I was covered in sweat.
Yan Xitong became relaxed and slowly tied a bandage on himself. I wanted to help him but refused to do so.
The explanation he gave me later was that he was not used to being so close to men.
I'm confused. I'm not used to being so close. You still want me to apply medicine to you?
ps: I can’t afford to hurt those who are about to finish.
