He hung his head slightly, his black hair falling down, and occasionally brushed her arm, all of which he picked up casually.

Probably sensing her gaze, he glanced sideways at her, the two looked at each other, Jun Crimson's heart seemed to flip, and the thing in his mouth was almost swallowed!

How did he come? How did it end up here?

He was the one who saved himself, right?

Several questions flashed through her mind, and in her surprise, she couldn't tell what it was like.

After all, he loves him too much, and if he gives her a little sunshine, he can make her heart fluctuate.

Feng Xinglan quietly looked away and continued to treat her.

His method of inducing poisonous blood is more special, pressing a palm on her vest, the spiritual power penetrates, swims along her tendons, and the toxin is little by little towards the wound

With the discharge of a large amount of poisonous blood, the pain finally stopped being so penetrating, and the blood flowing out of the wound gradually turned into normal blood red.

His fingers moved over her arm, with a faint warmth, familiar and palpitating.

Her eyes were slightly pantothenic, and her lips pursed slightly.

After a moment, his fingers stopped squeezing her wound, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to withdraw her arm, but he held it down: "Don't move! There was ice in his voice: "Do you still want to die?!" ”

Jun Crimson: "......"

It was as if she had been poured a basin of cold water on her head.

"Hello, what are you doing here? Is this the place where you can come? Jun Crimson, don't you never know how many pounds and taels you weigh? ”

！！！

Jun Crimson suddenly looked up at him, desperately pulled the injured arm back from his grasp, and replied coldly: "Yes, I don't know how many pounds and taels I have, but what does it have to do with Your Excellency?!" ”

"This palace is for Yan'er! I don't want Yan'er to lose your mother! ”

Jun Scarlet's face turned pale, and he sneered again: "Yes, yes, I understand that you are for Yan'er, not for me, and I will not be sentimental." You don't have to stress this over and over again. However, this life is my own, can you let me be my own master?! ”

"Let you make your own decisions? Do you have what it takes? Feng Xinglan got up.

His face was pale, he didn't bother to quarrel with her, and casually threw a bottle of medicine on the cloud bed: "The toxins on your body have not been cleared, and you need to apply this again." ”

Jun Crimson didn't care about the bottle of medicine, but took out a pink pill from the storage bag and ate it, and then took out a bottle of medicine foam and poured it on the wound on his arm.

These medicines are all gifts of Hua Baoyue, specializing in the treatment of various strange poisons.

According to Hua Baoyue, as long as she uses his medicine, even if she is poisoned by a hundred times more powerful than Hedinghong, she can get rid of it.

She was in a state of struggle when she was injured, and she didn't have time to treat the wound and take medicine, so she was stunned by the poison for a while.

She was humble enough, she thought, why did he have to make her realize her humility all the time?

She also has a heart, although she is slightly thicker-skinned, but when she is injured, she wants to coax someone and find a shoulder to lean on.

However, what she now gets from him is always cynicism, even disgust and impatience......

Although she had made up her mind to let him go completely, she would still be hurt if she was stimulated by him so often......

She didn't want to be stimulated by him here anymore, so she lifted her leg and got out of bed, but he held her down: "The injury on the leg is not treated?!" ”

……

And that's it, good night