It's quite cold on the beach, and both of them are wet, so they can't use their telekinesis to resist, so it's naturally more practical to light a fire.

There was a small forest not far from this beach, and Feng Qingyu walked quickly into the woods.

Emperor Shiyin watched Feng Qingyu's small figure disappear from sight, sighed softly, and looked at the silver knife in his palm, his palm trembled slightly.

Qingyu, I'm sorry -

The infinite regret in my heart only turned into a helpless sigh......

He slashed his knee with a knife, and with a flash of black air, countless black lines came out of his knee, swaying in the air, and he wanted to escape.

Emperor Shiyin didn't care about the sweat on his face that was already painful, and his fingertips popped out again and again, and in the faint flash of white light, he coiled those black coils in a pale white ball......

He whispered a mantra, and the pale white ball spun in the air, and in a matter of moments, it became invisible in the air.

Emperor Shiyin breathed a sigh of relief, as long as those black lines left a little bit to drill into the person's body, it would be a big disaster, and the reason why he opened Feng Qingyu was also afraid that she would be contaminated with this thing-

After doing this, he sweated again, and simply lay on the ground, gasping slightly.

When Feng Qingyu came back from picking up firewood, what she saw was such a picture.

She was slightly taken aback, put down the firewood casually, walked over and leaned over to look at him: "Hey, what's wrong with you?" ”

Emperor Shiyin sighed in her heart, she now refuses to call her master no matter what-

I miss that time-

When she called him Master in a crisp and soft voice, it was so sweet when she thought about it now.

When will she be able to let go of her knot and call him Master again?

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, his lips were pale with pain, and he shook his head slightly.

Forget it, as long as she is willing to stay by his side, he has a chance to slowly influence her......

"I—it's fine." Emperor Shiyin couldn't bear to worry her, and slowly sat up again.

His face looked much better, but the wounds on his body were still hideous, and he was bleeding from this movement.

Feng Qingyu didn't speak, silently lit the fire, and sat on the side to roast his soaked clothes.

"Come here." The emperor spoke low.

"Do what?" Feng Qingyu did not move the place.

"Qing Yu, I want to ask you for something." Emperor Shiyin's eyes were fixed on her, solemnly.

"What?" It was rare for the word 'begging' to pop out of the mouth of this god, and Feng Qingyu was a little puzzled.

"You're doing a good job of stitching, can you - stitch it up for me?" Emperor Shiyin whispered his request.

Feng Qingyu: "......"

She stitched up Prince Lan Cang in the water, it was purely unreasonable, and now he obviously used magic to make the wound heal slowly, why did he have to suffer that living sin and let her use needles?

There are no anesthetic stitches - but very sinful!

As if he had guessed what Feng Qingyu was thinking, Emperor Shiyin sighed softly: "My injury technique will not heal for a while and a half, so it's better to stitch it faster." As long as she is willing to sew for him, he is not afraid of sin.

There was a slight flash of light in Feng Qingyu's big eyes: "It's okay to stitch, I don't have a way to relieve pain." ”

"It doesn't matter, you can do it, I can't bear this pain." Emperor Shakin said.

Since this person must find guilt, there is no way.

Feng Qingyu finally took out the needle and thread again: "Stitching can only suture the external wound, and I can't do anything about the injuries in your five internal organs." ”