Inside the house, Ning Zimo put the hand towel into hot water to moisten it, and then took it out and wrung it out.

After the hand towel was cooler, while wiping Chu Yu's body, he used the temperature and humidity on the hand towel to relieve the rags stuck to Chu Yu's wounds, and after the rags and blood scabs were softened, he carefully removed the rags with tweezers and continued to clean the wound.

Ning Zimo has lived for thousands of years, and it is the first time he has done this kind of work.

Over and over again, he took the trouble to wipe and treat Chu Yu's wounds.

The movements in his hands, from the clumsiness at the beginning, to the current smoothness, Ning Zimo is doing more and more smoothly.

If the old department of Ning Zimo Demon Realm was here, it would definitely stop his movements.

In their eyes, Ning Zimo is the king of a realm, how can he focus on such trivial matters?

Ning Zimo was very indifferent......

I don't know when, in his heart, nothing is as important as Chu Yulai, or even the throne of that realm.

He had always been afraid to tell Chu Yu the truth, afraid that Chu Yu would know his identity, and afraid that Chu Yu would flee from his side.......

If one day, Chu Yu said to him, "Zimo, let's give up our family and country and hatred, live in seclusion together, and stay and fly forever, okay?"

Ning Zimo believed that he would agree without hesitation......

"Hmm~" Chu Yu, who was asleep, didn't know if it was uncomfortable or a dream, his brows furrowed slightly, and his cherry mouth kept muttering something.

Ning Zimo rubbed Chu Yu's beautiful eyebrows with the tip of his index finger to smooth out her light wrinkles.

Looking at her sleeping face, and then looking at the hundreds of wounds on her smooth skin, Ning Zimo felt mixed feelings in his heart, wishing that he could bear these injuries for her.

Shaking his head helplessly, he sighed, threw the hand towel that had been completely dyed red into the bucket, stood up, took all the bottles and jars left by the white medicine to the bedside, and began to medicate Chu Yu over and over again, layer by layer, and finally bandaged it with a strip of cloth.

The soft light reflected Ning Zimo's gentle face, which had never appeared, and the purple light in his black eyes flowed.

Different from the usual cold, this time it was a faint and warm purple light, coupled with the tired dead man's expression, as if it might suck Chu Yu into his pupils at any time......

It's hazy and unreal.

Chu Yu slowly showed signs of waking up a few times halfway, and vaguely saw that it was Ning Zimo's ghost, and he was very relieved, but he couldn't withstand the exhaustion of his body, and fell asleep again.

Outside ......

Hongyan's fiery temperament has no way to calm down.

On the one hand, he really wanted to go in to supervise Ning Zimo, but he was afraid that Ning Zimo would have a lot of sex and become a lewd uncle, and he would put his hands on Chu Yu.

On the other hand, he also wanted to know the specific situation of Chu Yu's injury, if it was really very serious and affected his life, he had to burn Jiang Buli to ashes.

pacing back and forth outside the door, like dealing with an ordinary kitten, he stopped from time to time, picked up Xiaobai's neck, and asked Xiaobai what Chu Yu's mood was.

Although, with Chu Yu's heart, as long as the demonic beast that successfully establishes the contract, it can do it, but Hongyan is a fire and his temperament is too hot, and he has no way to concentrate on spiritual maintenance now, so he has to bully Xiaobai, who has the least combat value, and let it report in real time.

After Xiao Bai assured again and again that Chu Yu was really not in danger of life, and again and again assured that Ning Zimo did not do anything strange to Chu Yu, Hong Yan suppressed his crazy heart a little.