"Lord Song, if I prick a needle, you won't have so much pain. Do you want a stitch? ”

When Wang Xiaoqing said this, it was a bad taste.

Because someone remembered the dignified dedication to the king, who would rather die than let himself be pricked.

She did it on purpose.

Song Yuting frowned, jumped his eyebrows and glanced at Wang Qing.

"Then stab!"

The answer was absolutely unexpected.

Wang Xiaoqing was surprised and looked Song Yuting up and down.

"What's that gaze on you? You asked for yourself. Is there anything wrong with this answer? ”

Song Yuting was angry to hide his weakness.

"Oh, it turns out that Lord Song, who is strong in martial arts, is also afraid of pain!"

A stitch goes down with this sentence.

Song Yuting just wanted to refute.

Then I felt the heart-rending pain in my back suddenly disappear, replaced by a numbness, as if nothing had happened in that part of my back.

Song Yuting shut up.

For the sake of this Wang Qing, who is so powerful.

He felt that it was really a wise move that he hadn't considered killing people at the beginning, but he didn't expect Wang Pengfei's son to be so powerful.

But it always feels like something is wrong!

In his previous life, he actually had little intersection with Wang Pengfei.

Wang Pengfei is a famous emperor, especially Wang Pengfei's son, who is extremely smart, and he is already a prodigy at a young age.

That's right.

Wang Pengfei is the emperor's teacher, and his son Wang Duobao was admitted to Xiucai at the age of twelve, becoming the only prodigy in their Dayan Kingdom.

So who is this Wang Qing in front of you?

Could it be that Wang Pengfei actually has two sons, and the eldest son has died in the war.

After all, Wang Pengfei didn't know anything about his past, but he knew that Wang Pengfei had seven daughters and one son.

His famous prodigy son was the youngest.

But the one in front of him is now twelve or thirteen years old.

After Wang Pengfei has been an emperor for many years, this son should be at least in his twenties.

But above the court of the Great Yan Kingdom, which had risen in the previous life, I had never heard that this emperor had a son of such an age.

If you have such a powerful son, how can you not be known?

And how could the Wang family hide such a brilliant son?

Could it really be that he died early in the war at a young age?

Thinking of this, Song Yuting suddenly felt a little regretful.

Although Wang Qing is not liked by him, the ability of Wang Qing that he has discovered so far is very powerful.

Not to mention figuring out people's hearts, just aiming at Wang Qing's amazing ability to pierce people.

It's definitely good fodder for assassination.

And this Wang Qing is very smart with a flexible brain, although he can't say it, but he is definitely smart and clever.

It would be a pity if such a person died young.

Wang Xiaoqing sensed Song Yuting's gaze.

It's also strange in my heart.

What kind of gaze is Song Yuting? Pity, pity, pity.

Your uncle, why do you sympathize with me?

You are the one who suffers now.

glared at Song Yuting viciously.

Tearing the clothes hard, I feel that my state is a bit extremely violent.

It's a bit evil and tears the clothes of women from good families.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Song Yuting looked at Wang Qing puzzled.

"Wang Qing, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just saw that your wound hurt so badly. So I couldn't hold back. ”

Wang Xiaoqing really wanted to give herself a big mouth, what did she answer?

When a normal person hears this, her first reaction is that she is gloating.

Song Yuting retracted his gaze indifferently.

Not a word?

Wang Xiaoqing sighed, it is really rare that this Song poisonous tongue does not stand up to himself.

The two arrows were finally pulled out, and there was no medicine for the wound.

He could only continue to tear his torn clothes a little more, and began to pierce the wound as a strip of cloth.

"Raise your arms, and I'll tie up the wounds for you, or you will bleed and die."

Wang Xiaoqing glanced at Song Yuting's muscular chest and really wanted to touch it.

This is probably the best of the patients he's ever seen, with proper eight-pack abs.

Just the face of the prince is handsome.

The problem is the flesh of the body, loose and white, dazzling.

It's not comparable to the one in front of you.

Song Yuting raised his arm.

Wang Qing approached him.

Song Yuting couldn't help but hold his breath.

Wang Qing had been treating the wound on his back just now, and he didn't feel it so strong.

But now it was time for Wang Qing to bandage his wounds in front of him.

He suddenly had a strong feeling to avoid this person.

Wang Qing glanced at Song Yuting, whose muscles were tense.

"What are you nervous about? I won't eat you, even if I want to hurt you, how easy it is to be behind your back just now! Now it's all up to you, if I dare to make any small moves, you won't pinch me to death with a slap! ”

Wang Xiaoqing's face was disgusted.

That's disgusting.

The expression was so vivid that Song Yuting was a little dumbfounded.

And this one was so articulate that he was speechless.

"There's so much nonsense, you're not very competent as a doctor."

Wang Xiaoqing pulled the step strip in his hand hard.

Song Yuting was speechless in the second half of the year.

A frown of pain.

"Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt if you got a needle? Why does it still hurt now? It seems that your needle skills are not very good. ”

"Lord Song, can you talk about some reason? I can only guarantee that you are unconscious within a stick of incense. You don't see how long it's been since then.

If I take a needle, you won't feel pain in the future, do you think you dare to let me prick it? ”

The person was in Song Yuting's chest.

When he spoke, he came with an indescribable fragrant smell.

Song Yuting gritted his teeth.

"What kind of perfume powder does a man put on his body?"

Gnashing of teeth when he said this.

Wang Xiaoqing was stunned.

Powder?

Oh.

Soap for your own use.

Who made her still retain modern hygiene habits, not to use shower gel, at least to use soap. This soap can still fool everyone when it is taken out, saying that it is pancreas.

"You care about me!"

Song Yuting turned his head and was sentenced.

Finally, Wang Xiaoqing healed the wound.

"Okay, let's go quickly, we have to get out as soon as possible, if you can't get out, your wound will become inflamed sooner or later, and once you have a fever, I can't save you."

If her grandmother is here, she still has all kinds of medicines to use.

The problem is that in this secret room, there is nothing to want.

It's really called the heavens and the earth.

Song Yuting glanced at the road.

The two men continued on their way.

Not to mention that after they bypassed this trap, all the traps that appeared behind were avoided by Song Yuting one by one.

Wang Xiaoqing couldn't help but admire the wisdom of the ancients.

If you have to rely on yourself to get out of these traps, nine times out of ten you will die for a lifetime, and you have to give your life here.

Thanks to the fact that she didn't kill Song Yuting in the first place, if she really did.

There is a high probability that he will also be buried together.