Bing Cube Ling was leaning against the wall, his breathing gradually returning to his normal frequency, but the wound was still bleeding outward.

Looking at him like this, I couldn't keep calm at all, the tears in my eyes were still rolling, and I said with a little crying: "Hey, if you don't treat that wound, your life will be in danger!"

Bing Cube Ling turned his head to look at me, a pair of deep eyes were full of calm and indifference, and then, he turned his head, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Death, for me, is the most luxurious thing. ”

Hearing his inexplicable words, I, who was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot, was even more frightened in my heart, and could no longer suppress the tears in my eyes, crying while shouting angrily: "What the hell is it? Can you stop talking about these haves and don'ts?"

After that, I hurriedly took off the backpack behind me, and randomly turned out a few rolls of gauze in the backpack, I wiped my tears while holding the gauze tremblingly: "Raise your hand, it's important to stop the bleeding first!"

Bing Cuo Ling looked at me holding the gauze, sighed, and shook his head helplessly: "This wound needs to be stitched up." With that, he put the blood-stained dagger in his right hand back into the scabbard on the side of his leg, took out a thin roll of thread from the breast pocket of his jacket, and handed it to me, and said to me in a voice that was gradually regaining its coldness: "I can't move now, you can help me stitch it up." ”

"What?me?" I looked at the needle and thread he handed me, and I looked at him with some dumbfoundedness, and said in surprise, "But...... I'm not going to—"

"Just let it go. Before I could finish speaking, Bing Cube Ling interrupted me in a cold voice: "I'm not so easy to die. ”

With that, he stopped looking at me with a frightened look, but took the needle and thread into my hand, turned his head, and closed his eyes. And his hand that was tightly covering the wound gradually moved away at this moment.

Looking at his attitude of chasing ducks to the shelves, I couldn't help but have two big heads, and I kept cursing in my heart for the ice cube Ling Na: Is there a mistake, you! You fucking are all-powerful like you! Lao Tzu even struggled to bandage his wounds. You still let me stitch up my wounds! You always think it's sewing clothes!

However, when I saw his wound, which was still bleeding, I knew that I could not afford to delay any longer, if I did not suture it in time. Even if this guy is Xiaoqiang's body, Wukong will be reincarnated, and he will have to see him again in the next life. Thinking of this, I thought to myself: What about him! Since this guy can trust me, then I might as well obey my fate with respect...... You can't just watch him breathe like this, right?

I pulled myself together. I shuddered and unwrapped the thread - because of my anxiety and the fact that my short-sighted eyes were particularly useless in the dark, it took me a long time to thread the thread into the pinhole.

Just when I swallowed nervously and took the needle, about to check the wound of Bing Cube Ling, I found that Bing Cube Ling, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes at some point, and kept looking at me with a sad and joyless gaze.

"Hey, what are you looking at!" I was startled by his untouched gaze, and I couldn't help but speak.

"Do you have to let me have a luxury?" Bing Cube Ling looked at me. said lightly in a somewhat helpless tone.

"Poof—"

Listening to his extremely cold joke, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, but I knew that every minute and every second now was fatal for Bing Cube Ling, and I couldn't afford to delay. So, I hurriedly sat down beside him on my knees with the needle that had been drawn into the thread and examined his wounds. And he closed his eyes again, quietly waiting for me to help him stitch up the wound on his right rib.

I shuddered with my needle and thread, and lifted his blood-soaked garment tremblingly—and saw a three-inch long gash open diagonally on his right rib, like the great mouth of the monster. It's terrifying.

The mouth is very deep, and you can even faintly see his white ribs, plus Bing Cu Ling's skin is very fair, therefore. The hideous wound was even more shocking against the backdrop of his jade-like skin.

"Vomit—"

Seeing the wound of the skin and flesh open, revealing the white bones, I subconsciously retched, and my eyes turned black for a while. But I knew I couldn't fall, and I comforted myself in my heart: it's okay, it's okay. It's just a wound, and you can fix it. With trembling hands, he slowly lifted the needle and thread in his hand......

"Boom-boom-"

With the sound of needles and threads between flesh and skin, I began my first difficult "surgery" in my life......

Stitching up the wound was a fatal ordeal for me.

With every three stitches, I had to stop to breathe - the smell of blood from the wound made me sick, but I had to persevere, and I couldn't keep my composure and composure at his open wound, so my hands shook terribly. Several times, I used a thread to cut the flesh around his wound because of trembling, causing him a second injury, but he still seemed to be under general anesthesia, and did not make a sound, so that I even thought he had fainted in pain......

It took nearly half an hour to renew the task.

At this moment, my hands were already covered with the blood of the ice cubes, and my brain began to dizzy. When I looked down again at the crooked, long and short sutures that lay on his wounds, and at my blood-stained, somewhat slimy hands, I could no longer hold back the "wind and waves" in my stomach.

"Vomit—"

I couldn't even bear to cut the extra needle and thread for Bing Cube Ling, I just threw the needle down, lay on the ground to the side, and began to vomit wildly-

"It's not bad, it's just a little ugly. ”

Just as I was lying on the ground, pouring the contents of my stomach upside down, the cold voice of Bing Cube Ling sounded behind me.

"You...... You're old, ahem, don't pick and choose when you're old......"

Hearing his words, I coughed and said intermittently.

Bing Cube Ling listened to me, but did not continue to pick up the stubble. Hearing that he was silent, I turned back with some concern - I saw that this guy drew his dagger, cut the needle and thread that were still hanging on him, put down the clothes I had just lifted, and slowly stood up against the wall.

"Hey, you've just stitched up your wound, don't move!"

Seeing this guy stand up as if nothing happened, I didn't care about the large string of snot and gastric juice hanging on my lips, and said to him with a glare.

But the guy didn't seem to hear it, and didn't even look at me, and then, slowly, he opened his legs, and walked step by step towards the fish-scale monster that couldn't die anymore.

"Why are you going?"

Looking at his cold face, the uneasiness in my heart slowly rose again, but this guy chose to ignore me again, and just walked to the head of the fish-scale monster by himself, crouched down, and seemed to check something.

I glared at Bing Cu Ling's back fiercely, and cursed silently in my heart: I really don't know how to fuck it!

However, after all, I still couldn't let go of him. Immediately, I endured the weakness of my body, got up from the ground, wiped my face and hands with the gauze I had just taken out, and walked quickly to him: "Hey, have you listened to me? Can you not always ignore me?"

However, before I could finish speaking, I saw that Bing Fang Ling suddenly pulled out the dagger from the side of his leg, and then, he plunged the dagger into the monster's skull.

"Poof—"

With a sound like cutting a watermelon, the monster's head was split in half by the ice cubes.

"Hiss......" Looking at his neat and destructive movements, I subconsciously gasped.

However, just when I wondered what Ice Cube Ling was going to do, I saw this guy's eyes freeze, and then, with lightning speed, he reached out his right hand and grabbed the head of the fish-faced monster that had been split by him. )