The wooden stool in Feng Tingcheng's hand touched the man's cheek, and said coldly: "Have you thought about how to answer?"
If not, Miss Ben can help you recall......"
When he spoke, Feng Qingcheng, who did not hesitate at all, suddenly raised the wooden stool in his hand, and was about to smash it down.The man's face changed greatly, and he instinctively closed his eyes and exclaimed: "It was the three young ladies of the Su family who asked me to come......"
Ling Lie's voice suddenly stopped in front of the man, and the corners of Feng Qingcheng's lips suddenly smiled playfully.No wonder the three sisters of the Su family wanted to invite her out to watch a play, it turned out to be to install a man in their room.With a "bang", the wooden bench fell heavily on the ground next to the man's ear, causing his body to shrink instinctively."
What did the three young ladies of the Su family ask you to do here?
What about guarding the door for me?
Or do you want to keep the house for me?
”The man looked at her with a crying face, and said tremblingly: "......
I want the little one to ruin the young lady's maiden name......"
"Cut ......"
Feng Chengcheng suddenly smiled very funny, and looked at him burningly: "If they want to create some adultery for me, can't they find me someone who is more handsome and eye-catching?"
It's unyielding to have adultery like that......"
A chill suddenly burst out from her eyes, and the wooden stool in her hand rose again without warning, and hit the man's head mercilessly, knocking him unconscious."
Since the three young ladies of the Su family want to borrow you to watch a good show, of course they can't just waste your ...... like this......
Mu Shenxiao's injuries really did not surprise Feng Chengcheng, although the bleeding had stopped, but the wounds all over his body seemed to have begun to infect, his body was hot, and the high fever had risen.There is no antipyretic medicine, Feng Chengcheng can only use the most primitive method to cool him down and wipe his body with hot water.It's just that even so, for him, who doesn't have much good skin on his body, such a method is tantamount to a drop in the bucket.Reluctantly, he put the soft cloth in his hand into the copper basin, and Feng Chengcheng finally couldn't help but sigh.Without anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs, without the instruments needed for surgery, what did she use to save him?
Is it just a pair of hands?
She smiled wryly and stared at her hand, and her heart suddenly moved.She remembered that her hand had been in the paddock with a bloody cut, and it was bleeding at the time, but now there was not the slightest scar from the wound.She knew that she had the ability to heal herself, but she didn't know if this self-healing ability came from her own blood or her spiritual power.With a thought, she hurriedly picked up Mu Shenxiao's dagger and decisively drew a bloody wound in her palm.Watching his blood fall drop by drop on Mu Shenxiao's wound, Feng Qingcheng's heart couldn't help but lift slightly.If it hasn't worked, what should she use next?
Although Mu Shenxiao always calculates her, she doesn't hate her, so in her heart, she really doesn't want to see him leave.The blood in her left palm was dripping drop by drop, and her right hand couldn't help but nervously probe into his body, leaning forward, nervously looking at the wound dripping blood.This was her last resort, except to pray in the bottom of her heart that his wounds would heal, and she could only watch him fend for himself.() Supreme Mad Concubine: The fifth lady of the ghost doctor