blood fox

Chapter 43

I didn't expect Ling Yuan to come out and call himself "my lord", which is somewhat against the norm in the hospital.

But Ling Yuan took the hydrogen peroxide, didn't even look at me, just stared at Qin Yangyu who turned his head, and said softly: "I used to fight all the year round, in order to show love for my subordinates, I also gave medicine to the injured soldiers with my own hands. Skillful, gentle and amiable. Daoist Qin, there is no need to worry."

Then he turned his head and waved his hand at me: "You're bloody and bloody, you're still sick, so it's better not to look at it."

I felt that the atmosphere was not right for a while, but thinking that Qin Yangyu got spanked every time because of me, I felt a little bit sorry.

Still sitting upright, he shook his head towards Ling Yuan.

Qin Yangyu just said to Ling Yuan: "Then thank you Ling Yuan Lord."

"Be patient." Ling Yuan stretched out his slender and white hand like jade, and pressed it on Qin Yangyu's untouched shoulder.

Qin Yangyu was charged with the orthodox task of the Taoist school, apart from practicing spells, he also couldn't neglect the effort to strengthen his body.

Don't look at the clothes, the body is like jade, and it has a Taoist charm.

But the inside is full of material, just right and powerful muscle lines, or the healthy wheat color.

Ling Yuan's hands may be made of blood, so they are extremely beautiful, with slender fingers and strong joints like bamboo.

This set...

Qin Yangyu straightened his back and was still wearing black trousers.

Ling Yuan was dressed in a moon-white robe with slightly hanging sleeves, black and white were distinct.

In addition, Qin Yangyu turned his head, and the two looked at each other!

I suddenly felt that sitting on the bed seemed a bit redundant!

His eyes flickered involuntarily, and he pulled the quilt and shrank towards the head of the bed.

However, with a wave of Ling Yuan's hand, he first wrapped the gauze around Qin Yangyu's waist a few times, then held the hydrogen peroxide with one hand, squeezed it lightly with his thumb, and opened it with one hand.

Then carefully pour the hydrogen peroxide on the wound on Qin Yangyu's back.

Not to mention, Ling Yuan is really skilled in this kind of control.

Wash the wound, wipe it, wash it again, then apply the medicine, and then wrap it with a light layer of gauze. After a few sets of movements, it's done in one go.

Compared with Qin Yangyu's technique yesterday, it is really much more gentle and skillful.

After finishing, Ling Yuan untied the gauze wrapped around Qin Yangyu's waist, and even his clothes were not stained.

Then he glanced at me: "I'll do the cleaning of the wound in the future."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned again.

I just sneered. After he came out, he immediately said "return to our own way", just waiting for the connection of the blood sacrifice to be untied, and he will leave, so there is no future.

While putting on his clothes, Qin Yangyu said faintly: "I have already made an appointment with Master Xuanming, the abbot of Xilin Temple. This afternoon, he will set up a dharma shed in Building [-] of Lingyun Community."

"Mr. Ling Yuan and Xilin Temple have a very deep relationship. As far as I know, Mr. Ling Yuan had to succumb to this black umbrella these days because Yun Miao used blood as a medium to exchange you from the four buildings with life fire. Therefore, Mr. Ling Yuan cannot leave Yun Miao is too far away. Master Xuanming of Xilin Temple must have a way to untie this connection between Ling Yuanjun and Yun Miao, and prevent Ling Yuanjun from succumbing to a black umbrella."

"Of course, if there is anything that needs help, Yang Yu will naturally help with all his strength." Qin Yangyu put on his clothes and raised his hand to Ling Yuan again.

He made a bow respectfully: "Thank you again, Lord Ling Yuan, for your kindness in applying the medicine."

I just instinctively reached out and touched the Jade Buddha on my chest, glanced at Ling Yuan, then smiled and didn't speak.

No wonder Qin Yangyu asked his nephew to set up the dojo, and Ling Yuan proposed to find Xilin Temple.

So this is ah……

"What about the golden collar?" I put down the hand that was brushing the Jade Buddha, and looked at Ling Yuan's sleeve.

"When I find a suitable place, I will ask you to destroy it together." Ling Yuan glanced at Qin Yangyu, and then returned directly to the black umbrella.

I looked at the black umbrella, only feeling more and more heavy in my heart.

Looking at Qin Yangyu, he didn't wait for me to open his mouth.

"You are the object of my surveillance. Think about it, I have helped you save people twice. At least I will guard you, so you won't kill people. If you think so, don't you want to drive me away? ?" Qin Yangyu put on his clothes self-consciously.

He stretched out his hands to tie up the black umbrella, and shook the phone at me: "Go to sleep first, I'll let someone check that."

He glanced at the door of the ward, and his face, which was still smiling, immediately became serious.

I drank half a bottle of liquid medicine, half of my body was completely cold, and the strength of the medicine was strong, and my head was also groggy.

Thinking of finishing the fight earlier, he could also go to Lingyun Community to meet Master Xuanming, and maybe he could ask something.

I know Qin Yangyu's personality, so don't rush him.

Does his senior brother whip less?
So simply wrap up in the quilt and sleep seriously.

This time it may be daytime, and I didn't have any strange dreams, but I didn't sleep very deeply, and I always felt that someone was talking in my ear.

And there were so many people, there was some ping-ping-pong-pong sound, and sometimes roaring.

I was so noisy that my mind was completely confused. Why is the hospital so noisy? Could it be that Qin Yangyu was watching TV nearby?

Opening his eyes in a daze, he found that he was not in a white hospital, but in a...

battlefield!

All kinds of strange beasts wrapped in copper and iron were rampaging in the distance, and the armor of various colors reflected blood in the setting sun.

Some people in ragged clothes, holding bows, crossbows, spears, axes, forks, shields and hammers, looked at the impact of those strange beasts, with fear on their faces, but still roared and rushed over.

The setting sun is like blood, the strange beast roars, and the iron armor is stained with blood.

Just when those ragged people were about to be killed by strange beasts, strands of blood spread across the battlefield like the wind.

Wherever it passed, it was like a blood net, cutting those strange beasts and those people wearing various armors in an instant.

The sunset seems to be redder...

In the distance, there seemed to be something screaming at the bloody sun, and something seemed to be covered in dust, rushing towards this side.

Then the dust all over the sky seemed to have turned red.

I just felt the blood seeping out in front of my eyes, making me unable to breathe, as if the blood was about to drown me.

Just when I was about to suffocate, a sharp chill and piercing pain woke me up instantly.

I sat up abruptly from the bed, and hurriedly turned my head to look, only to see that it was dusk outside.

A round of orange-red sunset hung among the tall buildings in the distance, and was slowly sinking.

Ling Yuan's soft voice suddenly came from the side: "What did you dream about this time?"

Turning to look at him, he is a ghost, naturally he doesn't like sunlight, so this time he didn't stand in front of the window, but stood by the curtain, still looking out.

I found that Ling Yuan liked to stand by the window and look out.

It just feels that the dream is very real, the heartbeat seems to be getting faster and faster, and there is something wrong with the jaw.

I turned my hand and touched it, and found that it was full of sweat, so I was relieved.

Thinking of the thread of blood that swept across the battlefield, cutting copper and iron like nothing.

Thinking back to what Ling Yuan said earlier, he used to fight in all directions.

Taking a deep breath, he said softly, "Have you fought a war before? What was it for?"

Isn't he a fox?

I've never heard of it, what did the fox clan fight for?

Moreover, does Ling Yuan, who looks like a melancholy figure in ink and wash, actually have such a heavy killing time?

I suddenly felt that the dream might be fake.

Perhaps it was because of Ling Yuan's words that I imagined it.

(End of this chapter)