"The wound hurts."
Bei Ying Wu's voice was weak.
Emperor Wuxian lifted the quilt on her body, and saw a little blood oozing from her snow-white clothes, "I'll help you change the dressing." ” "You" Before Bei Ying Wu could say a word, Emperor Wuxian had already begun to untie her belt, and then slowly pulled down her clothes.
Immediately, she felt that Emperor Wuxian exuded a strong fire-based spiritual power from his body.
Even if her shoulders are red, she can't feel the cold.
Bei Mingwu's eyes were a little sour, he didn't expect him to be so careful, afraid that she would catch a cold.
Emperor Wuxian took out the medicine bottle from his spatial ring, and at this time, there was nothing else in his eyes, only the bloody wound.
I don't know why, the wound that was originally healed opened a little, so it bleeds.
Beiming Wu stared intently at Emperor Wuxian who was concentrating on helping her with medicine seriously, and her heart became more and more sad.
What to do She craves more and more now.
Looking at him who hid his affection like this, she suddenly didn't want to wait any longer, she wanted to talk to him directly.
But she was afraid, afraid that after exposing everything, they wouldn't even have the chance to get along like now.
She admits that she is spineless.
But love is like this, if you really love, how can you get out easily.
Emperor Wuxian quickly gave the Northern Shadow Dance good medicine without squinting, and just as he was about to bandage, he looked up at her, "It's not easy to bandage you lying like this, can I help you sit up." ” Sit up Bei Ying Wu was a little puzzled, couldn't he just pass his hands behind her back She naturally didn't know Emperor Wuxi's intentions, he wanted to see if there was a mark on her back.
"I'll go find Qiqi and come over to help you bandage it."
Emperor Wuxian accidentally aimed at a certain place on her chest, and immediately opened her eyes, and an inexplicable heat surged from her body.
"It's still early, don't bother her, you can just help me up."
The Northern Dance grabbed his hand.
"Okay."
After Emperor Wuxian finished speaking, he covered her with a quilt in front of her, and then helped her sit up.
Once she sat down, he came behind her.
The woman's skin is as white as jade, without a trace of blemishes.
Emperor Wuxian looked under her shoulder, and there were no marks, which made him feel slightly relieved.
Then he pulled down her half-hung blouse.
When he saw that small mark, his whole body instantly stiffened as if he had been struck by lightning.
Yin and Yang imprints It's a yin-yang mantra Emperor Wuxi's face was brushed to the ground, and his red eyes flashed with monstrous anger and indescribable despair.
Another curse was really on her.
When he just saw that there was nothing below her shoulder, he thought she wasn't another one who had been cursed.
But now the mark told him that the Northern Dance was another person who had fallen under the spell.
Why did Heaven torture them like this Why "Uncle Huang, what's wrong with you" Seeing that he was sitting behind her and had not moved, Bei Ying Wu couldn't help but speak.
What's he doing Look at her back and look stupid Embarrassment.
She wouldn't be narcissistic enough to think so.
So what's wrong with him "I suddenly have a little pain in my chest, I'll help you bandage it right away."
Emperor Wuji's voice was very cold, and a little hoarse.
Bei Mingwu was anxious, turned to look at him, and saw that his face was very bad.
"Uncle Huang, are you okay, what's uncomfortable" Bei Mingwu asked worriedly, it was fifteen a few days ago, and today is not the day he became ill.
But his face was exactly like that of a sick person. t1706231537: