Emperor Xianchen is a god, he doesn't need to be like an ordinary sword cultivator at all, he can fly with a sword, and the teleportation technique is very cheerful, and he arrived in the room of Huang Ziqi in the palace of the imperial capital in the blink of an eye. Emperor Xianchen gently put Huang Ziqi on the bed, he hid anger in his heart, grabbed the fabric on Huang Ziqi's legs, and tore it without hesitation, revealing the cracked wound, and then tore the clothes on Huang Ziqi's left shoulder, the action was very rough, but it did not touch Huang Ziqi's wound. When Huang Ziqi wanted to stop it, it was too late, and her shoulders and legs were already cold. Huang Ziqi blinked and looked at the top of the bed, she didn't have the capital to fight with the god venerable now, and she couldn't stop the angry god venerable, and even because of the two stitches before her, she was a little afraid of Di Xianchen's bottomless eyes, and Huang Ziqi was from the twenty-first century, showing him a shoulder and calf is actually nothing, and she would not look for death and life like a woman in this era, and besides, since she has decided to take over his true heart, she has to try to accept him, just look at the shoulder, don't care. Huang Ziqi blushed and comforted herself, although she has lived for hundreds of years, she has only liked a person who is no longer there, and has never been in a serious relationship, at this time she only feels that her face is hot and tight, and the feeling in her heart is very strange.

Emperor Xianchen's eyes seemed to be about to eat people, he stared at Huang Ziqi for a long time, his fists clenched and loosened, and finally sighed, and said helplessly: "You...... Can't you be nicer to yourself? This wound could have healed tomorrow, but if you put those two needles down, I'm afraid it will take seven more days. ”

Huang Ziqi pulled out a smile with great difficulty: "Brother Shenzun, you move faster, I hurt!" Looking at Emperor Xianchen's eyes, his eyes were full of cleanliness.

Emperor Xianchen was blinded by her "Brother Shenzun", and after coming back to his senses, he glared at Huang Ziqi, but it was not as scary as before. He took out the ointment he had used for Huang Ziqi before, smeared the ointment on his hand, and gently applied it to Huang Ziqi's wound, with a streamer in his hand, attached to Huang Ziqi's wound.

"Cry out in pain, you don't have to pretend to be strong with me." Even if this woman is in extreme pain, she doesn't say a word, she endures all the pain alive, and even talks and laughs with people as if she has nothing to do.

Huang Ziqi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said, "Purple leaf grass!" I didn't pick purple leaves! Huang Ziqi suddenly remembered that the real purpose of his trip to Purple Leaf Mountain was to get the purple leaf grass that only Purple Leaf Mountain had, but now the purple leaf grass was not picked, but it was injured.

Emperor Xianchen glared at her very gloomily, when was it, she was still thinking about medicinal herbs. Emperor Xianchen finally chose not to look at her anymore, and Huang Ziqi also noticed that he seemed to be angry, so he quickly closed his mouth, and waited for the injury to heal before going to Purple Leaf Mountain. But I couldn't help but think in my heart: Is it like this when the gods are angry? Without saying a word, just looking at it can scare a vote to death.

After taking the medicine on his shoulders and legs, Emperor Xianchen gently turned Huang Ziqi over, Huang Ziqi was very compliant with his movements, from lying down to lying on his stomach, and then he heard a tearing sound of "stabbing", and Huang Ziqi knew that the piece of fabric on his back was rudely torn apart by Emperor Xianchen. If he hadn't known that he was treating her, Huang Ziqi would have treated him as a disciple and rewarded him with a bag of poison. Although he said that he was already planning to accept him, he was progressing too fast depending on his body or something.