"Hey, come on, lie down, lie down!"

"Wow! There's a lot of blood, right? Then you have to lie down and rest, you're welcome, come on, come on......"

"Huh? You're still quite heavy, don't be afraid, relax, I'm just letting you lie down, don't get me wrong, don't resist...... It's okay, I won't hurt you, take off your clothes and I'll show you where the injury is......"

The Night Rakshasa who was dragged from the ground to the bed by Yan Bei and held it down and couldn't move, was devastated.

Who could tell him where this horrible woman in front of him came from? Why can one hand be able to press his dignified Demon Sect leader on the bed, and he can't get up no matter how he crawls!

"What, isn't it comfortable?" Feeling the resistance emanating from his palm, Yan Bei's palm was slightly forced, and he completely pressed the slightly raised Night Rakshasa back onto the bed.

Night Rakshasa: Sister, please be merciful!

"Are you alright? If there is anything you must say, I'll find something to stop the bleeding for you. Yan Bei said as he rummaged through the warehouse for a square towel that could be used to stop the bleeding, and he didn't see the sad appearance of the Night Rakshasa with words of suffering.

He was dying of pain, and this woman was still pressing on the wound, didn't she see that he was so painful that he couldn't speak?

And let him say that this woman deliberately wanted to anger him, right?!

The killing intent in the eyes of the Night Rakshasa had overflowed, but unfortunately, Yan Bei, who was seriously rummaging through the scarf, didn't feel it at all.

Yan Bei didn't find the square scarf used to stop bleeding in the warehouse, but found a square scarf that could continue to add blood, adding two points of blood every minute, and I don't know if it was useful, after all, she just embroidered it, and she never had a chance to test it.

Lowering his head and secretly glancing at the night rakshasa with cold sweat on his forehead and pale face, Yan Bei decided to give him a try first.

"Sister Beibei, I'm worried that you'll play the male protagonist to death." Xiao Duo, who sensed Yan Bei's intentions, said weakly.

Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, didn't answer, and took out the blood-added square scarf with the help of his wide sleeves, and then showed a kind smile at the Night Rakshasa.

Sensing the danger behind this smile, the Night Rakshasa had already given up and struggled to resist fiercely again.

What the hell does this woman want to do!

Unfortunately, the resistance was ineffective, and Yan Bei jumped on the bed and pressed his knee on the waist of the Night Rakshasa to press him so that he could no longer move.

Then he quickly tied the scarf to the door of the Night Rakshasa's head.

Not to mention, the white scarf and green runes, with the weak attack face of the Night Rakshasa at this time, are still a bit good-looking.

Clapping her hands, Yan Bei kept kneeling on one knee and staring at the Night Rakshasa like this, and she didn't know if she had hallucinated after staring for a long time, she actually found two red and blue progress bars on the top of the Night Rakshasa head.

The blue progress bar stays at a tenth position, while the red one keeps rising over time.

This was accompanied by an increasingly faint struggle and the sound of steady breathing.

Yan Bei glanced at Night Rakshasa's face, his face was already a little bloody, and he was looking at her in surprise with those sharp eagle eyes.

Yan Bei smiled at him and slowly withdrew his knees and jumped off the bed.

But when he looked up at the top of his head, there was no red or blue progress bar, Yan Bei shook his head, thinking that it was his hallucination and didn't particularly care, but he was secretly relieved to see that the Night Rakshasa had become cooperative.

His black shirt had been pulled open by her in the drag just now, and the white undershirt was covered with dark red bloodstains, Yan Bei knew that it was useless to just add blood, because the injuries he suffered would not heal because of the increase in blood volume.

She frowned, gave Night Rakshasa a warning look of not making trouble, and turned to look for something in the room.

The water was ready-made, and the scissors were found, and the curtains that had been torn by the Night Rakshasa were torn into strips of cloth, and then secretly took out a bottle of alcohol from the warehouse that had been put away in the post-apocalyptic plane and poured it into the teapot, and then returned to the bed with these things.

In fact, in the script, the male protagonist did have a serious injury, which was a serious injury caused by the joint efforts of everyone when several major factions besieged him and the heroine, and later the heroine was rescued by Master Bai. The whereabouts of the male protagonist are only mentioned in the script, saying that he also fled later.

But where to escape, there is no introduction, anyway, the heroine will meet him in the capital.

Yan Bei pulled a stool and put something next to the bed, and by the way, he glanced at the night rakshasa who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and relaxed, and he had a faint idea of the current time node.

As if sensing her undisguised inquiring gaze, the closed-eyed man suddenly opened his eyes.

The killing intent in his eyes has receded, leaving behind confusion and incomprehension.

He glanced at the cloth strip of the basin next to the bed, then looked at the scissors in Yan Bei's hand, and asked in a low voice in a hoarse voice:

"Why did you save me?"

Yan Bei just laughed, didn't answer, and shook the scissors at him, reminding him that he was going to do it.

Night Rakshasa nodded almost invisibly, Yan Bei saw this, and no longer politely said to him, Ma slipped forward and brushed twice to cut the white undershirt, and then began to skillfully clean the wound and stitch it up.

Night Rakshasa watched her skillful movements with needles and threads, and somehow, he always felt an indescribable weirdness.

After all, even if he can endure the pain that ordinary people can't bear, this woman doesn't have to directly stitch him up like a dead person, right?

I don't know if this will kill the living?

As if he had finally noticed something, Yan Bei made a movement in his hand, raised his head, and asked with a smile:

"Well, it didn't hurt you, did it? I often stitch up dead people, this is the first time I have ever experienced a living person, I am not very skilled, I have no experience, don't mind! ”

Night Rakshasa who is already in pain and can't speak: He wants to kill people now!

It's a pity that Yan Bei couldn't hear his heart, seeing that he didn't have a trace of "complaints", he buried his head and continued to suture his wounds.

However, this only solved the external injury, and the internal injury of the Night Rakshasa was not something that Yan Bei could solve casually.

Yan Bei really wants to open it, anyway, the male protagonist has an aura, and there are dragons and tigers in the back of the script, and a little internal injury is not a big deal.

After dealing with the trauma, the Night Rakshasa couldn't stand it anymore and fell into a deep stupor.

Yan Bei had nothing to do, so he took the flower bandage, embroidered the runes, and embroidered it all night.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door, waking up the night rakshasa on the bed and Yan Bei, who was sitting on the bench and indulging in embroidery.

The two glanced at each other, but before they could react, the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

The beautiful and gentle figure of the old eight and nine appeared in front of Yan Bei's eyes, and of course, the night rakshasa on the bed was also exposed to the sight of the two.

“......”

The air was suddenly quiet.