Not only is the dagger very sharp, but the handle of the dagger is made of gold. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info don't need to look at it, even people like Gong Yuyao who don't have any research on artifacts know that this dagger must be very precious.

Xiao Bodhi is just her little follower, and the monthly routine is only ten taels of silver a month, how can there be such a precious dagger?

didn't think much about it, she still wanted to trust Xiao Bodhi's character.

Gong Yuyao quickly turned her skirt into strips of cloth and wrung out the wet strips of cloth as much as she could.

In order to facilitate the hemostasis and clean the wound, I wanted to get Zhao Bodhi to the edge of the pool, but no matter whether Gong Yuyao was hugging, dragging, or pulling, she was unable to take a step forward from Xiao Bodhi.

In desperation, Gong Yuyao had no choice but to hold the strip of cloth to Zhao Bodhi's side to stop the bleeding.

Fortunately, Zhao Bodhi's body is still quite strong, otherwise Gong Yuyao would have been tossed to death long ago before he lost too much blood and was in danger.

Gong Yuyao took out a strip of cloth, controlled her trembling hand, and gently pressed it on Zhao Bodhi's back repeatedly, absorbing the blood flowing from the wound.

Looking at the shocking wound, Gong Yuyao was terrified every time she wiped it. At this moment, the pale face, the lips are also pale, and there is sweat constantly coming out of the forehead with a few strands of hair.

Although she was scared in her heart, Gong Yuyao didn't dare to be careless. Be careful, for fear of accidentally hurting Little Bodhi.

"Finally stopped the bleeding."

Gong Yuyao reached out and wiped the sweat on her forehead, slightly relieved.

This toss has exhausted her.

Gong Yuyao didn't stop, picked up the clean strip of cloth and prepared to bandage Xiao Bodhi. She is still clear about the truth of one blow, then decline, and exhaustion.

However, just as she was about to do it, Gong Yuyao found that something was wrong with Zhao Bodhi's wound.

Some of the smaller wounds had already formed a thin layer of scabs, and the larger wounds had also healed.

"How so?"

Gong Yuyao couldn't help but be stunned, a little surprised.

She clearly remembered that these wounds were still bleeding before, and although the bleeding had stopped, it was not getting better so quickly.

"Could it be that Xiao Bodhi is more resilient?"

After thinking about it, Gong Yuyao denied this idea, Xiao Bodhi has been injured many times before, which time didn't he have to lie in bed for half a month before he could get out of bed?

If this can be called strong resilience, then the warriors in the town who can survive with two sips of wine after being injured are not going to be called against the sky.

"Could it be that there's something wrong with the water in that pool?"

Gong Yuyao walked to the side of the pool, and the pool water, which had been muddy because of washing clothes, had precipitated very clearly after the time she stopped the bleeding for Xiao Bodhi.

Gong Yuyao walked to the side of the pool that had not been washed, took a handful of pool water and put it in front of her face, her little nose moved, and she could vaguely smell the faint fragrance. After hesitating for a moment, Gong Yuyao opened her pale lips and took a sip.

The entrance of the pool water is sweet and clear, but after the throat is like drinking hot tea in the ice and snow, there is a warm current in the body "reverberating", warming the body's strange meridians and eight veins, five internal organs.

After a while, Gong Yuyao's face gradually became ruddy, the previous fatigue was swept away, and the whole person was full of energy and glowing with charming brilliance.

If it is said that Gong Yuyao lacked the temperament of not eating fireworks in the world compared with Ye Tianxian before, but at this moment, this aura can be vaguely seen on Gong Yuyao's body.

"Could this be the spiritual spring that Grandpa Mo said?"