But Di Jueshang didn't look at it at all, focusing on the matter at hand.
For a moment, the surrounding atmosphere was full of smoke, and he was about to fight at the first touch.
In just a few moves, his slender white hands untied all the clothes, revealing the soft white cloth tied inside.
The kind of coarse cloth that ordinary people use to treat wounds, but it is extremely easy to get infected, and when it is stained with the wound and then removed, the thick thread is particularly easy to be pulled off along with the newly formed scab, causing pain again and again, which is very difficult. get well.
This Zhuyuan Continent is very fantasy, but its productivity is still a bit behind, so the people here are more martial, because in this way, after being injured, they recover quickly.
But for these upper-class people, they obviously don't have to worry about this problem.
The cloth used to cover wounds is naturally better than what most people use.
The fine white cloth usually used is much better, and the possibility of them being hurt is very small.
Murong Wu was trapped by the rune lock at that time.
There were almost no intact wounds on her body.
Her whole body was almost wrapped in the white soft cloth, and her whole body was almost wrapped into a mummy.
Needless to say, it must be the masterpiece of Emperor Jueshang.
Murong Wu just woke up and felt uncomfortable, but she didn't notice anything else.
The soft cloth was also a good thing.
After wrapping it up, Murong Wu felt no other feeling.
Apart from pain, she didn't realize that her body was wrapped like this.
Murong Wu had no expression on her face.
The wound was too painful and her whole body was covered with pain. , can't feel anything else.
After his inner clothes were untied, Di Jueshang looked at the tightly wrapped Murong Wu without squinting his eyes and stretched out his hands towards the soft cloths.
Murong Wu's face turned dark, she wanted to stop him, but she couldn't move her body, so she could only kill him with her eyes, but it was undoubtedly in vain.
The white soft cloth was uncovered layer by layer, but there was no wave on Di Jueshang's face, and there was no pause in the movements of his hands.
Soft cloths are piled up in circles on the bed, red and white, giving it a unique style.
The fair skin began to be exposed little by little, and the wounds were also revealed, which were so dazzling on the condensed fat.
The bright red color has begun to slowly fade, but it still has not healed, which is shocking and heartbreaking.
After removing all the soft cloths, Murong Wu's face was already extremely dark.
This advantage was really sufficient.
Facing such a scenery, Di Jueshang's face was still paralyzed, but his eyes were darkened.
In the air, the faint smell of blood and the unique smell of medicine lingered in the air.
The color of blood was extremely obvious in the white skin.
Murong Wu's face was filled with murderous intent, wanting to cut the impudent person in front of him into pieces.
He took the porcelain bottle with his big hand and pulled out the cork.
Suddenly, the smell of medicine in the air became stronger.
Murong Wu was laid down on the bed, her brows tightened, and she bit back a moan that was about to escape.
Murong Wu's back was also full of injuries.
He was naked, with soft cloth stained with blood piled around him.
Emperor Jue sat down beside the bed, which was silvery and cold.
One of them looked cold, and the other looked murderous.
The scene was unusually distorted.
Di Jueshang leaned down, tilted the porcelain bottle, and sprinkled the red powder into the wound bit by bit, blending into the flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappearing.
Murong Wu could not move, but her fair skin suddenly twitched and began to sweat, His face turned pale for a moment.
The red medicine entered the muscle, and the pain in the already painful wound suddenly worsened.
Murong Wu wanted to scream, but looking at Di Jueshang, she held it back, and only a low but uncontrollable moan escaped from her lips.
His body was immobilized and unable to move, Murong Wusheng endured the pain, with only the tenacity in his eyes that refused to admit defeat.
The person on the bed was experiencing tremendous pain, but Di Jueshang's hand movements did not stop at all.
Long-term pain was worse than short-term pain.
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If she stopped now and waited for her to get used to it, it would be even more unbearable later
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