Her expression was very cautious, and Xuan Zhongshi did not dare to give up the opportunity.

His voice trembled, and Jaw Tian was quickly reassured.

"I hurt you, I'll make amends!"

Jaw Tian imagined that the unknown young man, who was guilty of guilt, smiled slightly.

Immediately, she felt that the clothes behind her were suddenly untied, and the wet blood droplets were still dripping down in strings, bright and dazzling.

The smell of blood filled the cell.

"Does it hurt?"

Xuan Zhongshi's fingers trembled slightly, her body was covered with blood, such a scene was rare in a girl's body, and he only saw Jaw Tian once in this life.

Her thin body actually contains so much blood?

When she caught this, she struggled to resist, and the unimaginable ending was so, and she was viciously whipped a few times.

The wound on her back was soaked in blood, and her expression was shrouded in a shallow blur.

"I'm looking for death."

Her blood, on the contrary, rushed out directly again because of the torn wound of the Xuan Middle World.

"Not good!"

"If you say anything bad, I'll just say it, the three-color grass can't save my life, accept your fate, Xuan Zhongshi."

"The Middle Ages--"

The slender fingertips of the Xuan Middle Ages shook.

What she meant, but not resisting.

Therefore, his heart was settled, and he thought of the girl's call, and hurriedly comforted him.

"You hold back, I'll grant you a wish."

"Huh? What do you mean by that? ”

The girl became interested, and her voice came out muffled, because the milky white back was almost ruined, and Xuan Zhongshi became more and more distressed.

"I ...... I owe you a kiss, okay? ”

"Then you have to remember."

Jaw Tian's voice was cold, she snorted coldly, kept silent, and exchanged a few words with him, and the atmosphere finally cooled down.

She actually knew a teenager, and in order to comfort her, he owed her a kiss, and he only owed her an apology before--

With the lesson just now, Xuan Zhongshi's actions became more and more nuanced.

He flipped through the fragments of the girl's blood-red shirt and wanted some water to wash it, but remembered the tricolor.

The tricolor grass she was about to eat just now.

Hurriedly took it out, Xuan Zhongshi's movements were slight, he put the grass in front of him, and the powerful indigo color gradually changed in front of his eyes, outlining a picture, but it was like a splash of ink painting.

The color is very pure, and it finally warms the heart of the Xuan Middle Ages.

Thinking about the unique effect of the three-color grass, Xuan Zhongshi remembered it and smiled.

"Wash your wounds."

The blades of grass split in two, half covering her clothes, and Genzhongshi was busy cleaning her wounds, while the other half of the herbs rested on her wounds.

Jaw Tian only felt a refreshing breath coming to him, descending on the wound on his back, struggling and hesitating.

Where the aura is pressing, the medicinal effect of the tricolor grass has already taken effect.

In the blink of an eye, the redness and swelling on Jaw Tian's body were all gone.

The tricolor lay quietly, blood on its surface.

But it is as if the surface is smeared with a layer of wax, extraordinarily smooth, glazed color, after a rainstorm, calm sky.

That layer of blood is just a sensational color, but it can be easily scraped off, and the cool feeling on its body is naturally still the same.

Xuan Zhongshi used three-color grass, skillfully controlled, calmly.

His action was pinching—rubbing the blades of grass against the walls, the blood being wiped away, and it continued to clean the blood stains from the fabric.

It's such a domineering!

The three-color grass is becoming more and more verdant, and the complexion of the jaw sky is much better.

She gasped, her back already cold, and a few drops of fluid dripped into the wound.

The Xuan Middle Ages had already torn half of the three-color grass to pieces, and the little juice that oozed from that short wound was very rare.

A tricolor grass squeezes juice, and there may not be a few drops.

But he had already squeezed out four or five drops, the elixir as precious as the elixir and jade dew, which was given by the three-color grass.

He shrouded the grass in the palm of his hand, and quickly, the purple droplets connected into a line, the color of the starry sky, extremely ghostly.

Dripping on the girl's wound, Gen Zhongshi waited intently for Jawten's reaction.

"Ahh

She screamed softly, her back shook, her body was delicate and beautiful, and her figure was bumpy.

"Does it hurt?"

"No...... It's so cool. ”

"That's good."

Xuan Zhongshi naturally responded, his voice was clear, and his jaw was incoherent.

"No, how did you get it, I was so cold to toss, and you still snatched Xiao Kite's white clothes, I still have to settle accounts with you immediately, but how can I get up!"

While she was thinking, she unconsciously said that it was an accusation and a grievance.

"White, my, now I--"

Xuan Zhongshi saw Jaw Tian's body, and little by little the blood color just now, the white carcass was close to his eyes, and suddenly red clouds appeared on his face.

"Why are you so domineering?"

Xuan Zhongshi slightly opened his red lips, he narrowed his eyes, and flashed a moment of tenderness--

"Here you go."

"Now I'll give it to you."

He dismantled a sentence, and he had nothing else.

In his voice, there is a mystery, a mystery--isn't it "I like you".

A simple matter, like a fool, after hearing Xuan Zhongshi's words, he let out a "hmm", and the voice was faintly in his ears.

"I thought you were going to give me the whole thing."

"Yes", before he finished speaking, he had already covered his mouth, and his handsome phoenix eyes were full of shocked feelings.

"How I deny my words! Outrageous! ”

Give the whole person to her - feelings, he ruins the girl's understanding, what she thinks, why she asks this question!

"Well, but if you're white, you're not jealous."

The girl smiled, her melodious voice echoing in his ears, endlessly progressive--

"Then, help me sew clothes, don't poke me~"

"Uh-huh."

What Xuan Zhongshi cared about was the peace when Jaw Tian learned his wrong answer.

Seems to think that he can't give her the whole person? As Xuan Zhongshi thought, why is he introverted, why doesn't he do things to refute.

These are all sad and parting mistakes.

Unconsciously, he originally prayed not to be in a hurry, but in the end, all chaos was rampant.

He had to compete against time.

With a "snort", he found the embroidery needle of the jaw sky, which was a very thin one, and he had grown medium-length nails, and it took the strength of milk to hold it steadily.

The needle flower picked up one of them, shimmering, and appeared fierce in front of the waves.

Xuan Zhongshi took the needle, thinking about the fine stitches, and hurriedly approached the needle and thread in front of him, thinking that this thing is not simple?

His mind is in turmoil, and everything naturally can't be done.

His hand twisted a thin thread to hide the excitement and waves of his mood, and the clear stream gradually covered the ambition in his heart.

Threading the needle, the Six Realms of the Demon Realm, why not?