The Peerless Doctor: The Black-bellied Poison Concubine

Chapter 259 White Flowers (1)

"In this case, the deity allows you to take a few more glances."

Leng Shuimo's voice was still as cold as ice, but there was a strong sense of pride and hostility in his words.

"..."

Yun Yiran gritted her teeth: "Then thank God Leng, I must appreciate it!" As she spoke, she sprinkled the medicine powder on his wound again.

Gore filled!
At that moment, the muscles on Leng Shuimo's body were obviously tense!
After that, a thin bead of sweat appeared on his forehead because of the pain, but it quickly dissipated.

raised eyebrows.

Yun Yiran smiled slightly: "It's a great master, the painting on his body is really beautiful." After speaking, she paused for a moment, and then continued: "So, does the master Leng want to thank the person who hurt you?"

"Correct."

Leng Shui Mo actually responded.

"..."

Yun Yiran frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking: "Yan Yuebai hurt you?"

except him.

Yun Yiran never imagined that there would be someone else who could hurt Leng Shuimo so badly.

"With him?"

Yun Yiran snorted coldly: "Not worthy yet."

"That is how the matter?"

To be able to hurt the pervert Leng Shuimo to this extent, the other party should also be a pervert.

Therefore, Yun Yiran couldn't help being a little curious.

I saw that Leng Shuimo glanced at her, his glazed eyes were always cold: "I am myself."

"..."

"yourself?"

This answer obviously surprised Yun Yiran.

Leng Shuimo nodded, and glanced at the wound on his body: "It's just a trial."

"..."

Ok.

The perverted world really cannot be understood by normal people's thinking.

So, Yun Yiran stopped talking, and directly picked up a piece of cotton cloth to wipe the wound, and when she wiped it, she realized that there were more than twenty knife wounds on the guy Leng Shuimo's chest.

Moreover, the wounds and incisions are all different, and each one has to stop at a fatal place, and it goes back and forth, and it is ferocious everywhere!

Yun Yiran couldn't help frowning slightly, but didn't speak.

……

After a while.

After the treatment of the wound was completed, the elixir in the alchemy furnace happened to be refined, Yun Yiran directly handed it to Leng Shuimo: "This is the recovery pill, you eat all of these, and then adjust it, believe it With your self-healing ability, you will recover soon."

"Master-level recovery pill?"

Leng Shuimo raised his eyebrows, and said with great interest, "Are you already a master-level medicine psychic?"

You must know that the advancement of medicine spirit masters is slower than others. Not only do you have to memorize all the principles of medicine and medicine, but also extremely test those practical skills and alchemy.

Generally, it is difficult for people without talent to advance.

Especially at Yun Yiran's age, to be able to reach such a level in a short period of time is definitely an extraordinary thing.

Yun Yiran nodded, as a tacit consent, after handing the medicine to Leng Shuimo, he turned to leave, but, just halfway through the action, Leng Shuimo suddenly pulled her into his arms.

"feed me."

Yun Yiran glared angrily: "Don't you have hands?"

"feed me."

Cold ink repeats again.

The strength of holding Yun Yiran's arm in his hand increased a little: "Or, you can choose to just stay like this, and this deity doesn't mind."

"..."

Yun Yiran gritted his teeth, his eyes became a little resentful: "Leng Shuimo, is this how you repay your benefactor?"

"My lord, it's always been like this..." After saying that, he bent down.

(End of this chapter)