After taking off his soaked clothes, the coldness on his body was gradually replaced by the sudden rise in his body, and the pain in his left shoulder suddenly became clear. Feng Luoli looked at the clothes nailed to his body that were pierced by arrow feathers, and his right hand, which was trembling with pain, picked up the scissors on the table and cut off the clothes around the wound little by little.

Feng Luoli carefully cut it, pulling the wound on his shoulder every time he cut it, and fine beads of sweat continued to ooze on his forehead.

"Have you changed your clothes?" Murong Baiyao's voice suddenly remembered,

"Ahh Feng Luoli nervously touched the arrow feather that was still inserted in his shoulder, and couldn't help but exhale in pain, "Bang dang!" The scissors in his hand also fell to the ground with a loud sound,

"What's wrong with you?" Murong Baiyao asked eagerly, and was about to rush into the house.

Feng Luoli almost fell to the ground in pain, and his right hand desperately supported the table in front of him.

"Nope! Don't come in! Feng Luoli almost shouted,

"Good! I don't go in! But you'd better stop hurting yourself and don't make any noises that make me feel your pain. Otherwise, I'll push the door in at once! Murong Baiyao's voice became cold for a moment, and it carried an inexplicable threat.

Feng Luoli was completely tormented by several pains at the moment, and he didn't have any energy to care about what Murong Baiyao said, but tried his best to hold on to the table to prevent himself from falling. I have also suffered a lot of injuries and whippings on the way to escort the capital before, haven't I survived, this time is nothing.

Feng Luoli comforted herself over and over again, while reaching out to pick up the clothes on the table and put them on her body.

"Your wound hasn't been cleaned yet, just wear a coat!"

Murong Baiyao's voice sounded again, this time Feng Luoli listened to his words, not because of how reasonable what Murong Baiyao said, but because Feng Luoli really didn't have the extra strength to put on those complicated obscene underwear and underwear.

Finally, Feng Luoli staggered to the bed, closed his eyes and wanted to have a good rest.

"I'm in!" Murong Baiyao didn't wait for Feng Luoli's answer, and walked straight through the door.

Feng Luoli's face was as pale as paper, fine sweat continued to bubble on his forehead, his nose was weak one by one, and the breath in his mouth seemed to be only except qi. There were bloody scissors on the ground, and the clothes she took off were covered with blood, and God knew what kind of pain she endured to change her clothes.

Murong Baiyao cursed in a low voice, why didn't Fang just rush in, why did he do what a bullshit gentleman?

Feng Luoli's shoulders trembled sharply, and there was still the arrow feather stuck in it, and when he got closer, he could see that the blood was still bubbling out. Murong Baiyao's eyes tightened, and he clenched his fists.

He put down the things in his hand, lit a candle, took out a blade as thin as a cicada's wings and shimmered with cold light, and roasted it on the fire for a while. Then he walked up to Feng Luoli with a blade, a white porcelain vase, and a roll of snow-white silk cloth.

Feng Luoli only opened his eyelids, and then closed them weakly.

"Before pulling out the arrow, you need to cut the wound some more to remove the surrounding bruises, some pain, you can bear with it!" Murong Baiyao put the silk cloth into Feng Luoli's mouth, and said in a slow voice,

Originally, Feng Luoli could not be affected by such pain, but all the doctors and medicinal materials in Tuoba Pi's mansion were in Tuoba Pi's place, and it would take some time to go outside to buy medicinal materials. In addition, Murong Baiyao also wanted to see how much the woman lying in front of him was willing to endure for Tuoba Jun.

Feng Luoli didn't have the strength to answer, just flashed his eyelashes in response.

Murong Baiyao opened the clothes that Feng Luoli put on his left shoulder, and where he saw it, there was a bloodstain, and he couldn't see his original complexion clearly. Murong Baiyao couldn't help frowning, and the hand holding the knife trembled a little. Suppressing the tremor in his heart, he began to cut the wound wide one by one to remove the bruises

Feng Luoli's eyebrows were almost wrinkled together, the snow-white teeth bit the silk cloth fiercely, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to bubble on his forehead, and one or two broken breaths came out of his mouth from time to time.

Murong Baiyao couldn't bear to look at Feng Luoli's expression, and wholeheartedly prepared before pulling out the arrow feathers.

A quarter of an hour passed, Murong Baiyao put down the blade in his hand, turned around and took out a silver tweezer pliers, and suddenly pulled out the arrow feather before Feng Luoli could recover from the pain of scraping the bones.

"Hmm!!" The huge pain made Feng Luoli snort and faint.

Murong Baiyao quickly poured the medicinal powder in the porcelain bottle on the wound to stop the bleeding, and then bandaged the wound with gauze finely

After the wound was healed, Murong Baiyao took out a white silk handkerchief from his cuffs, sat on the edge of Feng Luoli's bed, and carefully wiped the sweat on her forehead. This method of treating knife and arrow wounds in the military camp is so popular that even a dignified seven-foot man can't help but roar a few times, and it is rarely used among the people because of its severe pain, and it is not used in the palace where the hemp is boiling.

But she endured it silently, and didn't cry out for pain until she fainted

"I originally wanted to find something from your body that disgusted me, but you are so invulnerable" Murong Baiyao fed the boiled ginger soup into Feng Luoli's mouth one by one, and willingly carved Feng Luoli's appearance into his heart one by one.

Feng Luoli woke up in the dense heat, and the moment he opened his still heavy eyelids, he saw a burning stove, followed by Murong Baiyao's long figure.

Murong Baiyao sat on the square chair behind the mottled red lacquer bookcase, holding the books he liked on weekdays and reading them carefully. Dressed in a moon-white robe, with handsome and evil cheeks under the jet-black hair, it looks like a beautiful man who can't take his eyes off.

"Water water!" The dryness in his throat made Feng Luoli instinctively cry out,

Murong Baiyao heard a stirring sound, quickly stood up, poured water and brought it to Feng Luoli. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he helped Feng Luoli up and handed the water to her mouth.

Feng Luoli looked at Murong Baiyao awkwardly, lying in such a man's arms was extremely awkward.

"What? Not thirsty? Murong Baiyao saw Feng Luoli's discomfort, and deliberately avoided the important and said,

"Men and women can't kiss!" Feng Luoli lowered his head and said with a slight protest,

"It's been a long time since I kissed! Isn't it too late to think about it now! Murong Baiyao said unceremoniously,

That's right! When Murong Baiyao was healing himself, Feng Luoli had a feeling of lifting a stone to hit his feet and being teased. For a while, he was a little angry, and he lowered his head and didn't say a word.

Looking at Feng Luoli's dry lips, he had a fever just now, and he just retreated now, and he needed to drink some water.

"That's it! There are priorities, and life is at stake, and those rites can be put aside for the time being. What's more, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and there is no reason why there is no injury, and the person who saves people must be people of the same sex, and people of the opposite sex would rather die than come to the rescue, isn't it? Murong Baiyao explained lightly,

Feng Luoli's lowered eyelashes moved slightly, and he couldn't help hating himself in his heart, he was confused for such a simple truth. was also teased by Murong Baiyao, a prodigal son like a disciple, and couldn't help but feel angry and annoyed in his heart.

"You did this to me on purpose!" Feng Luoli's face couldn't help but flush with anger, coupled with the tearing pain of the wound on his shoulder, his clear eyes were covered with a layer of moisture.

Murong Baiyao put the water cup in his hand on the small lacquer table in front of the bed, stood up and looked straight at Feng Luoli with a pair of provocative eyes, "That's right!" I did it on purpose, you didn't have to suffer the pain of scraping your bones! It's just that I want to see you hurt, and I deliberately did it! ”

Feng Luoli was almost angry to the extreme, there was such an unscrupulous man in the world who played tricks on people. A pair of fire-breathing eyes almost burned Murong Baiyao, who was standing in front of his bed in the wind.

"For the sake of you being able to bear it, I'll give you a chance too, then my hand is here now!" Saying that, Murong Baiyao stretched out his left hand to Feng Luoli, "The pain of scraping bones, how much it hurts, you can make me feel the same pain!" It's up to you to see if you have the ability to make me hurt! Murong Baiyao's words were casual and natural, with a look of certainty that Feng Luoli would not do anything, and looked at Feng Luoli full of pride after teasing her.

Feng Luoli was extremely annoyed in his heart, and bursts of anger involuntarily surged, and without saying a word, he grabbed Murong Baiyao's arm and bit it hard!

The heavy smell of blood spread in Feng Luoli's mouth, but Feng Luoli bit desperately, until his teeth touched the hard bones and he couldn't bite anymore, then he let go of Murong Baiyao's arm.

Feng Luoli wiped his lips, and looked at Murong Baiyao with a faint smile except for a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"Resolved?" Murong Baiyao didn't even look at his bitten flesh and blood blurred arm, looked at Feng Luoli and asked lightly,

Feng Luoli's heart chuckled suddenly, what kind of person is this man, he bites so hard, but he doesn't care

"That's it! You've just had a fever down, drink some water and rest early! I won't leave at this hour, I'm afraid I'm really going to give and accept it! Murong Baiyao didn't wait for Feng Luoli to say anything, looked at the water on the lacquer table, and continued

Feng Luoli was a little stunned, the ghost envoy nodded like a god, drank the water obediently, and said softly at the end: "Thank you!" ”

Murong Baiyao was silent, put away the teacup, laid Feng Luoli's body flat, covered the quilt, didn't look at Feng Luoli again, put the teacup on the table, and walked out with the door.

Feng Luoli closed his eyes slightly, and Murong Baiyao's appearance and what he said came to mind. What kind of man is he? It's obviously playing tricks on himself in every way, and his temperament is capricious, but he really saved himself