"I'll let you tell you a little secret, I've never liked to wear clothes, it's so cool, but if you sew it yourself, I can consider trying it on. I don't know how good your craft is?"

"A friendly reminder to you, if you have to wear clothes, the less fabric the better, the best is the kind of cool vacuum suit, with this charming figure, it's amazing, hahaha!"

This foul language full of skin ghosts is unbearable, and Tang Zixi feels so sad.

I really never thought that after the little husband who has always been gentle as water was possessed by a bad ghost, this face would become so hideous.

I can't bear to look at Yunhe ......like this anymore," Tang Zixi said sadly.

Jiang Xie didn't speak, frowned tightly, and with a flick of his fingers, the thin silver needle pierced directly into the painted skin ghost!

The first stitch is nailed to the shoulder.

"It hurts!" the painter screamed, very angry, glared at his eyes, and roared loudly: "Little cutie, I didn't expect you to have a beautiful face like an angel, but your heart is so poisonous!

"Do you feel pain?" asked the smirk.

If Shenlong Xiaobai is here, he will tremble, and when the evil appears with this expression, there is usually nothing good, and it is estimated that he doesn't know who will suffer.

"Of course it hurts! You prick yourself and try it! What kind of needle are you! Sharp, thin ......," said the painter angrily.

Jiang Xie sneered and said, "The needle for sewing the skin." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he spread his ten fingers, and between every two fingers, there were nine more silver glittering cold rays.

With a flick of ten slender fingers, nine cold rays burst out at the same time, flying towards the Painted Skin Ghost.

Behind each silver needle is a long silver thread that exudes a faint glow.

Nine needles flew together, like the brilliant trajectory of fireworks blooming in the dark.

"Boom ......" didn't miss a single stitch, and all of them were stuck on the painted skin ghost.

Four stitches were inserted in the largest wound on the left shoulder, one in the back of the head, one in both hands, and in both feet. The needles and needles fell on the cracked wound.

The pain of sticking a needle in the wound can be imagined!

The Painted Skin Ghost was attached to Yun He's body, and Yun He's consciousness disappeared again, and all the senses of this body, including the pain sensation, were naturally borne by the Painted Skin Ghost.

The Painted Skin Ghost was crying in pain, tears falling like rain, and he seemed to be particularly afraid of pain.

"I'm in pain...... I can't stand it! I surrender! Please, take the needle away! I won't scold you anymore, and I won't have to use lotus rain to deal with you...... I'll listen to you, and stop torturing me, okay?"

At first, the skin ghost was still very arrogant in front of the general evil, but after suffering the pain of ten needles of the cone, the skin ghost immediately relented, and was so afraid that he was going to die, and begged the general for mercy in a loud voice.

"What a coward. Tang Zixi couldn't look at it and scolded hatefully.

This ghost, even if he is wearing the skin of his little husband, is too far behind his little husband.

Obviously it was the same skin, but Tang Zixi couldn't find the shadow of Yunhe at all.

With a stark contrast, she realized that her attachment to Yunhe didn't care about his appearance!

What she loves is the gentle, kind, heroic and fearless, pure, simple and innocent beautiful soul under the body.

Ten needles only, let this painted skin ghost cry and beg for mercy, crying bitterly.

If he were a little husband, it is estimated that when he fell into this wound, he didn't even say a word of pain, not only would he not beg the enemy for mercy, but he even smiled lightly and scolded the enemy until he swallowed his last breath.

Thinking about it, the more Tang Zixi thought about it, the more heartache she became, her tears slipped down like broken pearls, and she called softly in a trembling voice: Yunhe, are you back? I miss you......

No matter how badly the painter cried and turned a deaf ear to the evil, he gently picked out his slender fingers in the air, as if there was an invisible piano in front of him, and he seemed to be leisurely tuning the piano and caressing the strings.

Lan fingers stroked rapidly, and the ten silver needles fluttered on the piano like passionate strings, playing the melody of life, and began to stitch densely on Yunhe's wounds.

In less than a while, the large and small cracks on Yun He's body were sewn up.

Not only did the evil not only drag the needle and thread to sew up Yunhe's wounds, but even the tendons and veins of Yunhe's wrists and feet that were picked off by King Zhen were also accurately connected.

After doing all this, as soon as the ten fingers of evil are collected, all the needles and threads will disappear as phantoms.

As soon as the wound healed, the pain was relieved a little, and the painted skin ghost opened his mouth and gasped, and said with a sinister smile: "Little cutie, I didn't expect you to be a doctor, your medical skills are really amazing!

This painted skin ghost, after the scar is good, he forgot the pain, and actually began to ridicule the evil again.

In the face of the praise of the painted skin ghost, the evil is still cold.

He stared fixedly at the Painted Skin Ghost, to be precise, at Yunhe's uncovered body.

There is a depression in Yunhe's left abdomen, sweeping away the evil god, which is a broken rib wound.

Jiang Xie sighed and thought to himself: Little fox, how many sins have you suffered! It seems that this treatment will have to continue......

Seeing that the evil was staring at him in a daze, the painted skin ghost thought that he was interested in this body, so he smiled and said:

"Little cutie, you think I'm beautiful too, don't you? You let the little girl let me go, and I can get along with you. Originally, I wasn't interested in men, but if it were you, I could make an exception. In the past, when the damn King Zhen used me as a plaything, I learned a lot of skills in getting along with men, and you saved it with me, and I promise to make you know the taste of the marrow. ”

This painted skin ghost, the wound has just been stitched up, and he has begun to talk foul again, and he has no idea what will happen if he provokes the little evil.

Jiang Xie said coldly: "To be honest, if you hadn't attached yourself to the little fox, I would have sewn up your mouth with a needle and thread." You are such a devil that you can't die for, and I don't even have the power to purify you. ”

The painted skin ghost didn't know the danger of the evil words, and thought that the evil finally knew how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, because the evil words didn't want to purify him!

The skin-painter still wanted to tease the evil a few words, but unexpectedly, the evil suddenly flew in front of him, and ten slender fingers stuck to his abdominal ribs, and I don't know what method was used to quickly press and push a few times.

I don't know if it's a human or a ghost, and those ten fingers are as cold as ice.

Icy cold is only secondary!

The evil pushed Yunhe's misplaced flank back into place, and used spiritual power as a glue to join the broken ribs.

This is tens of millions of times more painful than a needle!

The Painttooth screamed again.

Fortunately, the process of bone grafting only passed in a short time.

The evil gently let go, hung in the air, and looked coldly at the painter.

The painted skin ghost broke out in a cold sweat, his body hanging in the air was still trembling, his eyes were red, and the tears in his eyes kept rolling, looking pitiful.

Now he finally understands that Jiang Xie is a person who must not be offended, even if it is ridiculed, it is unacceptable.

This seemingly feminine beautiful boy is actually colder than an iceberg, and he is definitely a ruthless character who must be retribution.

The skin and bones were finally overwhelmed, and the skin ghost had not recovered from the soul-piercing feeling just now, and was bound by Tang Zixi's star power, and could not use his spiritual power, this portrayal of the skin ghost was numb in pain, gasping for breath, looking at the evil with fearful eyes, and his attitude changed again.

"Please, stop torturing me...... I don't dare, I really don't dare......" Paintskin Ghost whined.

"What a coward who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard!"

Seeing that the painted skin ghost was like grass on the wall, swaying left and right, Tang Zixi really couldn't bear it, if it weren't for this guy holding the skin of her little husband, Tang Zixi couldn't wait to rush over and slap this coward.

Helplessly, how could she bear to slap her little husband's face?

The general suddenly asked the painter again: "Is the wound still painful, and what else do you feel uncomfortable?"

His tone was cold, not at all like a tone of concern.

The painted skin ghost was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the evil society to suddenly ask such a question. At first, when the wound was sewn up, it was indeed a severe pain and unbearable, and the painted skin ghost was eager to scold all the eighteen generations of the evil ancestors.

It's just that over time, he has made amazing discoveries!

The thread of the evil stitch carries a cool aura, which has the effect of stopping bleeding and relieving pain.

Speaking of which, the self-healing ability of this body is really not bad! A little spiritual power to nourish it, it will be very fast, the original fatal wound has gradually healed, and those pains have completely subsided, just because of too much blood loss, lack of qi and blood, weakness, and soreness in hands and feet.

Jiang Xie's greeting seems to be smiling rather than smiling, and it seems to be cold but not cold, where can the painter ghost figure out the mind of Jiang Xie? I thought that Jiang Xie really cared about him, so he opened his mouth and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your concern, I don't have any pain anymore, but my hands and feet are sore and tired. If you guys can put me down, I think I'll recover faster. ”

"Oh, it looks like it's almost. The evil eyes were cold, the slender fingers were a little more empty, and an aura lingered on the body of the painted skin ghost, and the blood and dirt condensed on the wound were quickly purified.

The jade-snow-like body became bloodless again, white and flawless.

After helping the Painter cleanse the dirt on his body, the spiritual power turned into a cyan garment, which was gently draped over the Paintskin's body, helping him to put it on automatically, and even the belt was tied dignified.

In this way, the perfect body was finally covered.

The skin ghost began to babble again: "I didn't expect you to have such magical powers, haha! You don't have to spend money on clothes in the future, you can just change what clothes you like! Also, didn't you just say okay, I want cool clothes, your design is too dense, I'm bored, can you change it again?"

Overall, the Paintboy is quite happy.

He now finally understands that Jiang Xie is helping him heal his wounds, helping him get dressed, and it is good for him.

The painter thought that his life could have a new beginning, but in the next second, he said coldly:

"It's time, Paint-Skin, get out of the little fox's body immediately!"

Speaking of evil, he closed his fingers, and a purple spiritual power was condensed at his fingertips, pointing at the black lotus in the heart of the painted skin ghost's eyebrows!

The divine purple spiritual power of "Zizi Zi ......" quickly purified the qi on the black lotus, and the qi that was driven away turned into wisps of black smoke and continued to escape from the black lotus.