"Excuse me? Eh, looking at Junxiu, this figure is also surprisingly good. Sister Yulan's eyes stared directly at the lines on Beilin's body: "If it were my family, how good it would be to be able to exercise." ”

She said as she walked over to Stygian Beilin's side.

After taking a closer look at the wound on the back of the underworld, there was a "tsk" sound in his mouth.

"Hurts, right? The wound was too torn. After Sister Yulan finished speaking, she opened the wooden box.

I put Mei'er aside, and walked behind Stygian Beilin.

I saw that the arrow wound that was the size of his thumb was now all cracked at the edges of the wound, like a parched field.

Flesh and blood were tumbling around the scars, but he didn't say a word along the way.

"You bear with it, this poison, we won't be able to solve it for a while, but I can help you stitch up the open wound first." After Sister Yulan finished speaking, she took out a thin silver needle from the box, as well as a golden silk thread, which was only afraid of the thread on the phoenix feather.

Before, Feng Nishang said that with Feng Yu, the wound can heal faster.

It's just that it's not right for me to look at Sister Yulan's gesture of holding a needle? Moreover, there was no severity in the attack, and a lot of blood came out with a needle.

Beilin's sword eyebrows raised, but he still endured it silently.

"That, Sister Yulan asked me to come, I know some medical skills, and when my master was injured before, I also stitched up his wounds." Although I can't compare to Feng Nishang, I should be much better than Sister Yulan.

When Sister Yulan heard this, she immediately exhaled.

"You said earlier, I've never sewn." Her words made the smile on my face stiffen a little.

I have never stitched up a wound, so I dare to get started directly.

"However, I have never eaten pork, I have seen pigs run, and I have seen Lord Feng stitch up wounds before, which is similar to me." Sister Yulan also opened her mouth to explain.

I was speechless for a moment, the wound that Feng Nishang had stitched up was dense and neat, where was this?

However, this wound is too open and clawed, and it is indeed not easy to stitch it up, so I took a deep breath, put a hand on the shoulder of Ming Beilin, and said softly to Ming Beilin, "I'm going to start sewing." ”

"Hmm." Beilin replied in a low voice.

I pinched the needle and began to run through the wound on the back, and although I had been extremely careful, it still bled a lot.

It took half an hour to put all the stitches together, during which time my skin was crumbled several times by the threads, and my hands trembled a little.

Finally, the whole wound was stitched up like a spider's web.

But it was finally stitched up, and Sister Yulan looked at the wound I had stitched up, coughed, and seemed to feel that the stitches were a little unsatisfactory.

"Little girl, I'll go and prepare some food for you." After Sister Yulan finished speaking, she was about to pick up the blood-stained robe of Beilin and go out of the house.

As a result, Beilin shouted: "Don't touch it!" ”

Sister Yulan was taken aback, and hurriedly retracted her hand: "I just want to clean this robe for you." ”

"No need!" After saying that, he took the robe, and with one hand, the blood stains on the robe disappeared without a trace, and the red robe returned to its bright appearance.

"You're so weak, you can't use the technique anymore." Sister Yulan reminded.

Beilin was silent, and Sister Yulan looked at me again: "Your family is really stubborn, take a good look at him." ”

After Sister Yulan finished speaking, she left the room.

I looked at Ming Beilin, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were mixed with exhaustion.

"Let's get some sleep." After I finished speaking, I helped him to the bed beside him, and instead of lying down, he sat down cross-legged.