Sadly, this Nangong prince, the theory is really not ordinary!

With a shallow moan of weakness, Xiao Yu could only bow his head and admit defeat to show weakness:

"Okay, okay, Lord Wang, you're right, Yu'er admits that you're all right, not right, you've been messing around, it's just Yu'er. That's going to work, right?! ”

"That's pretty much it." Tsundere snorted, and the prince of Nangong took a white wet towel and began to carefully debride Xiao Yu's shoulder.

Fortunately, the shoulder injury on Xiao Yu's shoulder was not very serious, although the wound was large and some muscles were turned out, but it did not hurt the muscles and bones.

First tore open the stained clothes, and then slowly scrubbed away the blackened bloodstains, Nangong Ping first carefully applied a layer of white powder to Xiao Yu's wound, and then took out a roll of snow-white bandages and bandaged Xiao Yu carefully.

From time to time, the wound that was accidentally touched turned outwards came with bursts of stinging pain.

Xiao Yu lowered his eyes, like an injured kitten, nesting there without saying a word, biting his lower lip, trying not to let himself exhale in pain.

Such a small injury and pain, in the previous life, Xiao Yu, who had experienced a hundred battles, had actually experienced too much, so there was really no need to make a fuss.

At least, the current self in this life, behind him, has an extra pair of broad shoulders that can be borrowed temporarily than before.

Every benefit is worth a surprise.

Every kind of kindness deserves to be thanked with your heart.

In any case, Xiao Yu felt that what he had gained was actually enough. It's just a little pain, and there is really no need for me to make some ugly noises to affect the normal rescue operations of others.

A squarely folded towel was handed over, and the prince of Nangong said softly in her ear:

If it hurts, just snort loudly, or bite the towel hard, and Yu'er will be a little better. You are not a man, you don't have to pretend to be a good man all the time, and you always carry it to death. ”

Opening his mouth, Xiao Yu first bit the towel, then hung his head again without saying a word, and lay there quietly.

"Don't worry, you don't have to endure it for long, the wound on your shoulder can be taken care of immediately."

Seeing her stubbornness, Nangong Ping comforted helplessly and softly.

When the prince of Nangong finally finished wrapping the last bandage slowly, the voice of the seventh son came from outside the carriage very respectfully:

"Master, we have arrived at Tingtaoju. It's time to get off, right? ”

Xiao Yu looked back at his tattered shirt with his shoulders exposed, and only felt that at this moment, his face was really a little hot.

If you just tear your clothes in this carriage to heal your wounds, but if you just get off the train and walk in front of everyone in front of you, it really challenges the thickness of the slave's skin......

No matter what, the slave family has never been so casual!

Gently pulling out the towel that Xiao Yu bit in his mouth, Nangong said calmly:

"This king has been busy here for so long, and I haven't seen your ears red. Now, it's just that the seventh son asked the two of us to get out of the car, what are you doing here with red ears? The clothes are torn, what is the tightness, isn't there still this king? ”

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