ninth junior sister

Chapter 38

Hearing this, Zi Chan looked at the ferocious Zi Qing, a barely visible light flashed in his eyes, and there was an unknown feeling that was about to move deep in his heart.

Ling Xiaoruo didn't even glance at Zi Chan, and didn't care if he could understand her words, he just leaned over and lifted him up, turned his head and asked very naturally: "Where is this? Is it very close to your Qingshan Pavilion?" Far?"

The most resentful thing about her running away tonight is that she got lost gorgeously. The second thing is that she met Zichan. In order to save him, she gave up an excellent opportunity to escape. He knew it meant something to her. what?

Zichan was stunned by Ziqing's actions, and then replied very naturally: "It's not very far, you can go up the mountain from a small path here, and you will be there in a short time."

After answering, Zi Chan was in a daze again, why did he answer her?Just now, he only felt that there was a potential gravitational force on her body, which made him unconsciously want to follow her pace.

When Ling Xiaoruo heard it, his eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "What? You said this place is not far from Qingshan Pavilion?"

She is really going crazy, is this her escape route?The more you run, the closer you are to the Cangshan faction?

Forget it, anyway, she gave up running away tonight, so she didn't care about these anymore.

She turned her eyes to look at Zichan and then helped him to the Qingshan Pavilion.Zichan's eyelashes trembled slightly, letting her manipulate her, but in the process of walking, she turned her eyes to look at the woman beside her from time to time, and there was an unpredictable meaning in her deep eyes.

After arriving at the Qingshan Pavilion, Ling Xiaoruo threw Zichan directly onto the bed without any pity.

"Hmm..." Zichan, who was seriously injured, was thrown by her like this, and his brows were wrinkled and his teeth clenched in pain, but his masculinity kept him from snorting.

Ling Xiaoruo threw Zi Chan on the bed, thumped his shoulders, and muttered, "Are you really old?"

After muttering, she leaned over and raised her hand to take off Zichan's clothes, Zichan's eyes widened in shock, Ling Xiaoruo frowned, and shouted: "Don't act like you're too late, I'm here to check the wound on your chest to see how it should be treated. Do you know? In the past, those patients who wanted to see me, the old man, had to get up in the middle of the night and queue up to register. In addition, your body needs to be muscular and not muscular. There is no fat in the fat, and it's not good to hold it, so I don't care about it!"

Zichan's face turned dark again after hearing these shocking remarks, and he didn't know how to reply.Why would she use some horrible words to destroy his thoughts every time he had a slight liking for her?

Why doesn't she have the restraint of a daughter's family at all?

Ling Xiaoruo ignored Zi Chan's darkened handsome face, raised his hand and violently pulled his clothes away, her rude action made Zi Chan gasp several times.However, the inherent pride kept him from saying anything.

When Ling Xiaoruo opened Zi Chan's clothes and saw the wound on his chest, her brows knit together.The wound was bloody and black, and there were several iron hook-like objects embedded in the flesh, which were deeply embedded in the flesh. Around the wound, some blood stains had congealed into lumps, while others were still congealed into trickles. The stream flows downward.

Ling Xiaoruo narrowed his eyes, curled his lips and said, "I really don't know what bad things I did, but I was stabbed with a barb."

Zichan glanced at the wound and warned, "The barb is poisoned, so be careful."

Ling Xiaoruo smiled when he heard that, "Third Senior Brother, are you caring about me?"

Because of these words, Zichan was once again deflated, turned his head and stopped talking.

Ling Xiaoruo shrugged his shoulders and stopped teasing him, only turned around and left the room, washed his face, and then went to the herbal garden to find the antidote for detoxification and the antidote for healing wounds.

After a while, Ling Xiaoruo first let Zi Chan take the prepared antidote, then she moved the candlestick to the side of the bed, and then took out a gleaming knife from her waist. The knife spun around many times in front of Zichan's eyes as if performing acrobatics, with a treacherous smile in his eyes.

When Zichan saw the smirk on Ziqing's face, he slightly raised his head and stared at the knife while lying flat on the bed, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Seeing that he had successfully teased Zi Chan, Ling Xiao stopped turning the knife, turned to hold the knife handle and said to him, "What am I going to do? Tonight I will show you what it means to combine Chinese and Western medicines for good curative effect!"

Tonight, her mood was so smooth, why didn't she realize that teasing Zi Chan is a very interesting thing until now?She's going to make a big deal out of teasing him tonight!
Zichan narrowed his handsome eyes, and asked in doubt, "A combination of Chinese and Western?"

Ling Xiaoruo pursed his lips and smiled at him, then stretched out his index finger and poked Zi Chan on the forehead, Zi Chan fell back on the bed, Ling Xiaoruo stretched out the knife directly to his chest when he fell back The wound was picked over.

"what--"

This challenge broke all of Zichan's perseverance, and he finally raised his head and hummed.

Seeing him humming in pain, Ling Xiaoruo turned his showy hand and picked another thorn.

"it hurts--"

The overwhelming pain made Zichan finally shout out the word pain.

Seeing him crying out for pain, Ling Xiaoruo leaned over and asked with a smile: "Third Senior Brother, it hurts, right?"

Zi Chan was only startled when he saw the contented expression in her smile. She was trying to bully him on purpose just now. Once he realized it, he frowned, and said sullenly in a low voice, "You did it on purpose?"

When Ling Xiaoruo saw Zichan's angry expression, he continued to smile and said: "Of course, who made you refuse to admit your mistake to me? So I will let you suffer!"

"You..." Zichan stared at her smiling face, a little annoyed.

Ling Xiaoruo curled her lips and ignored him, then turned around and went to the back to get a long black stick. She put the stick on a white porcelain plate, and then lit it. Once lit, the room overflowed. It is full of curling green smoke, followed by a fresh herbal fragrance.

Smelling the fragrance, Zichan felt that the pain in his body was not so piercing. He opened his eyes, stared at Ziqing, and said, "This fragrance..." There was a little surprise in his eyes. A stunning look.

Ling Xiaoruo didn't pay attention to his expression, just picked up the knife again and stabbed Zichan's chest again, she said solemnly while picking up: "This incense can act as anesthesia, so that you won't feel too much pain , because your injury is relatively serious, so I can only give you local anesthesia, and I want to observe your breathing condition, otherwise, I will make you fall asleep with a bowl of sweat medicine, and then I will put my hands on you. "

(End of this chapter)