"Stupid!"

The slender snow-colored figure suddenly appeared next to the bathtub, and the face that had always been light and breezy was full of unbearable writing at this time.

And the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were being tightly bitten in Feng Qingyun's mouth at this time.

Just when he was about to make a move, Di Chenxi replaced Feng Qingyun's tongue with his own fingers, otherwise, Feng Qingyun's life would have really been confessed here.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Qingyun, her little face was completely bloodless, almost transparent.

A few strands of hair were messy on the cheeks, and sweat mixed with tears kept sliding down one by one.

Her stubbornness and strength surprised him, originally he thought that she could only hold out for less than half an hour at most, but he didn't expect that she had lasted almost an hour and a half.

You must know that even if this kind of pain is a strong man with five big and three thick, it can only last for less than an hour at most.

What's more, she is a girl who doesn't even have the slightest cultivation.

People in the world say that spiritual veins cannot be acquired, and that is because no one can survive the pain of being late when washing the veins.

But she, a fifteen-year-old girl, has done something that thousands of people in this world can't do.

He looked at the little pale face in front of him, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes.

At the same time, there is also a touch of imperceptible pity.

But if she wants to wash her pulse successfully, these pains are inevitable, and no one can help her bear them, she has to rely on herself.

Fortunately, the most painful time has passed, and the next half hour is the remodeling of muscles and veins, and the pain will gradually decrease compared to before.

Feng Qingyun completely fainted in pain this time, but her brows were still tightly wrinkled, and it could be seen that even in a coma, the pain was still with her.

Di Chenxi sighed lightly and took his finger out of her mouth.

The fingers, which were originally as flawless as white jade, were already drenched in blood at this time, and the bones were even deeper in the place where they had been bitten, and the flesh and blood were rolled.

If Feng Qingyun had really bitten her own tongue just now, it is estimated that she would have already gone to the Yama Hall to report, right?

Emperor Chenxi shook his head helplessly, a cluster of white light flashed on his fingertips, and the fingers that were originally bloody and blurred were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until the end, there was no trace of it.

Di Chenxi raised his hand to help Feng Qingyun brush away the hair stained on her cheeks, and she didn't know where to conjure up a snow-white handkerchief, helping her gently wipe away the tears and sweat on her face.

After doing all this, he got up and sat down on the chair next to him, looking at Feng Qingyun with one hand on his chin, his eyes were quiet, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

For the next half hour, Feng Qingyun spent the next half hour in a coma.

And as time passed, her tightly knit brow slowly relaxed.

At the end, the lips that had been pursed slowly lifted, a relieved smile appeared on the little face, the head tilted, and fell into a deep sleep.

Di Chenxi looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

With a wave of long sleeves, Feng Qingyun was already lying on the bed with his clothes closed.

Di Chenxi walked to the bed, spread his palm, and an extra pale golden pill appeared in his palm, leaned over to break Feng Qingyun's mouth, and fed her to take it.

In less than a cup of tea, a touch of pink began to appear on Feng Qingyun's almost transparent little face, and his chaotic breathing began to calm down.