"I'll see. "Yu Yu leaned closer to the scales to take a closer look. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "The wound is too deep, and there is a layer of stuff on it, which should be an ointment to prevent healing and corruption. The exact details are not yet known. If you want to cut off these scales, it will also leave marks. You see, the flesh under the scales is sunk in and has been treated with special treatment. ”

Wu Feng took a deep breath and said: "That is to say, even if the meat scales are removed, there is an obvious trace, nothing more than that, one is colored and one is colorless, one does not fit, and the other fits?"

“... Well. Yongyu looked at the black dragon with teeth and claws, and the dark color was gloomy. "And this pigment is a special pigment... It's already soaked into the skin. ”

"I can't wash it off... Can't get rid of... That... It can only be stitched. Wu Feng frowned in thought.

"This hardness... Ordinary needles can't be poked in, not to mention that you once said that young people have special qualities..."

"I use 'hidden needles' and 'hidden threads'" Wu Feng didn't wait for Yongyu to finish speaking, and then answered: "Since the ordinary method doesn't work, then embroider again." Hehe... Rather... It is also beautiful. ”

Yongyu opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

"These days, I have prepared a soup for you to replenish your essence and blood, which can be regarded as a modest effort. The man whispered.

Wu Feng nodded and said, "By the way, help me ask Lin Chen, is there any room left." ”

Yongyu smiled and went out.

Under some dim light, Wu Feng sat on a low stool and looked at the unconscious man in a daze. He pursed his thin lips that looked soft and soft, and then slowly raised his hand, and after a faint golden light flashed in his palm a few times, a golden needle as thin as a cow's hair lay quietly in his hand.

Then, like a spider spinning silk, when the golden needle swiped in the air, his fingertips drew a transparent filament and pierced the pinhole, and then, after looking up and down, he began to sew it from the dragon's tail.

The golden needle is extremely thin, but it is unexpectedly sharp, easily passing through the hard skin like nails, and the hidden line follows the trajectory of the needle, obediently closing the flesh scales that stand up.

The moment the fine needle pierced down, Mo Shuang's brows furrowed slightly, and he groaned weakly, and after a while, under the pain of the needle pricking flesh, he finally opened his eyes.

Seeing Wu Feng sewing something to the root of his thigh, he was not surprised or ashamed, his face was still numb and still godless. He endured the pain like that, because the pain was so insignificant compared to the previous flesh and bone removal.

In fact, there is another reason for him not to move and keep silent - he has never seen such a quiet Wufeng; The complexion is calm and gentle, delicate and serious. And so, in the dim light, one by one, extremely carefully, sewn along the contours of the scales.

His silvery-gray slightly long, somewhat thick eyelashes were slightly upturned, fluttering from time to time; His long, pale hair spread out around his waist, as smooth and soft as a waterfall...

This, if it were a woman... What a stunning sight...

Mo Shuang couldn't help but think, with the same gentle gaze, looking at Wu Feng, looking at it, this person under him seemed to have become a little palace master again...

"Awake?" said the man below him lightly, the movement of his hand still continuing. "Go out and travel once, and it becomes this virtue?"

The voice came from the body, and it seemed extremely incongruous at this moment. Ink Cream's originally gentle eyes also returned to normal with the appearance of this sentence.

He had no expression, his eyes were lowered, and there was a pity in his deep eyes.

"Hmm. He replied in a low voice, his body matched with the pointless needle, silent and motionless, like a statue.

Wu Feng finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head to look at the man who had lost a lot of weight, and said with a hateful sneer on his beautiful picturesque and dreamlike cheeks: "You, have been deceived by a class to such an extent? ”

Ink Frost looked at him steadily, neither angry nor sad.

"But... Your tenacity has a bit of his shadow. I was surprised...... You've been made to look like this, and you're still alive. ”

This sentence is obviously a compliment, but it seems a little strange.

Mo Shuang still didn't speak, just silently looked at the man in front of him.

“... That's all for tonight. There are too many sewings, you can't stand it, and I have to look at the dazzles. Wu Feng looked at Mo Shuang and shook his head, slowly getting up and walking out.

"Isn't it... There's no way to clean it up?" he suddenly spoke as Wu Feng was about to leave the door.

Wu Feng paused, turned his back to the ink frost and replied simply, "Yes." ”

"I... Always have to be burdened... This thing?" Ink Frost's voice was inaudible.

Wu Feng's heart sank.

Did he hear his conversation with Yongyu? He was already awake at that time? I was in a hurry... Careless...

"I see. Without waiting for Wufeng to answer, Mo Shuang said to herself, "Thank you Zuo Quan for your trouble." The voice grew quieter and quieter, as if muttering to himself.

Wu Feng didn't speak again, opened the door and left.

Ink Frost looked at her chest expressionlessly, her side waist and her legs... It's the traces that can't be washed and cut off. The dragon's tail on the left thigh has been stitched together, missing the craggy scales, which have been fitted with the flesh of the thigh, looking like a delicate tattoo. It's just that the place that is outlined by the hidden line flashes a kind of silver under the lamplight, which is dreamlike and difficult to detect.

Ink Frost's leg moved, and the wound that had just been stitched was a little painful, but he smiled, and this smile contained bitterness and self-deprecation.

He looked at the floor in front of him, the smooth ground, and he was a little lost without the grass he remembered.

Just as he was looking at the place on the ground, a little drowsy and about to fall asleep, the stone door opened again, and a man in white walked in, with a burly man. The big man carried five or six pieces of felt on his shoulders; When the man saw the smooth ink cream, he looked up and down a few times, and after smiling with an unknown meaning, he threw the felts on the stone bed and laid them out layer by layer. The fluff of these felts is thick and long, soft and smooth; The texture of the whole felt is extremely soft. All cushioned together, go up, and you can trap people in.

Wu Feng nodded to Dahan, and Dahan came to Ink Frost. When Moshuang was thinking about the intention of the two, he suddenly disappeared from the invisible line that trapped him, and he was caught by the man, and before he could get used to it, he was hugged by the big man and put directly on the bed with felt.

"Rest well. It's the best leather that won't tear your scales apart. Wu Feng's tone was a little mild. As he spoke, he took the remaining piece of felt and gently put it over Ink Frost's naked body.

“... Thanks a lot. Ink Frost replied with a low voice.

"Something shouted, Lin Chen was outside the door. As he spoke, he glanced at the big man. Dahan leaned over to receive the order.

Mo Shuang looked at the big man's face, frowned, and vaguely remembered that this was the person who carried himself back, but the face... It's really not like it at all, could it be that I remembered it wrong in a daze?

Wu Feng left again unconsciously, and only Mo Shuang and Lin Chen were left in the room.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "If you have something, just shout, I'm outside the door." There was a certain look in his eyes.

The burning gaze made Mo Shuang creepy, he instinctively noticed something, and in the end all his emotions were still hidden, and he just said lightly: "Okay." ”

The next few days are a repetition of life. Wu Feng will come over on time for stitches, and Yong Yu will also come over on time to deliver medicine, and Mo Shuang, who has not slept and eaten well for several months, is basically lying motionless on the bed, enjoying the treatment of a son-in-law. And those who served him personally were two high-ranking and powerful people in the demon world, of course, one of them had already existed in name only.

Two weeks later.

When he saw the ink cream who had already woken up on the bed and looked at the floor in a daze, he smiled slightly, and his gentle voice sounded: "Come, let's eat." ”

After two weeks of getting along, Mo Shuang has learned that Yongyu is much easier to get along with than Wu Feng. When I see him, I always feel relaxed unconsciously.

"Thank you. Ink Frost thanked him and walked over to the table to prepare for the meal.

Yongyu took out a set of clothes and put it on the head of the ink cream bed and said, "Since the place below your crotch [bone] has been sewn up, then put your pants on." Said a little smiling, "Ah Feng complained to me, piercing his eyes. ”

"..."Mo Shuang bit into the mouth of the steamed bun before he had time to swallow, and froze after hearing the words. Then he involuntarily looked at his lower body. The black dragon's tail had a faint silver glow in it, wrapping up from above the knees, past the thighs, past the hip bones, and then to the waist.

No one mentioned him before and he didn't care much, but now that he said it, he thought that Wufeng was so close at the beginning, so he looked at what he should have seen and looked at what he shouldn't have seen carefully...... I couldn't help but feel a burst of blood on my face.

"It doesn't matter, everyone is a man...", Yongyu looked at the expressionless but red-faced man with some amusement and comforted.

However, with this comfort, Mo Shuang couldn't sit still at all, stood up directly, slipped to the head of the bed, took his pants and slammed them.

Yongyu looked at Mo Shuang's series of movements interestingly, and couldn't help laughing.

After putting on the pants, Mo Shuang calmed down for a moment with his back to Yongyu, and waited for his face to stop reddening and his heart was not beating, before he turned around and looked at Yongyu and said, "Thank you for reminding me." Then he stuffed the steamed bun that had just been in his mouth into his mouth.

"You're welcome. Yongyu smiled slightly, all gentle.

"Why do you always look at the field next to the table, is there anything special?" said him, and he looked there for a long time, but he did not notice any difference from the other places.

If this question is asked by Wu Feng, then he will definitely say "nothing." But it was Yongyu who asked the question, and he replied directly: "I saw a grass there... I don't know where the grass seed came from, it fell into the stone slab, and the grass... On the first day I broke the slate, I watched it, watched it grow, and even produced orange-yellow fruits in the back..."He stopped chewing, and looked back at the jade who listened to him carefully, and his heart was soft: "Actually, there are many times, I really can't hold on, but when I see it, I just stiff [survived..."

Yongyu nodded and said: "Everything in the world is endless, even if it is grass mustard, there is the perseverance and courage to break through the stone and the ground." ”

Ink Frost was silent, his chest heaving.

Yong Yu looked at the black dragon entangled in his upper body, the layers of flesh scales, and thought for a moment: "You... Do you want to see it?"

Ink Frost looked up, and the light in her eyes had already answered.

Yongyu smiled slightly and said, "If it's still there, I'll help you move it over and accompany you." ”

"With you", this word is used very well, and when Moshuang hears this word, a kind of moving, attachment, and sad emotions come to her face. Just because in that dark time, there was only one grass to accompany him, and they looked at each other from a distance, not speaking to each other, but they had the same heart.

"Yes, it will be, it's located in a corner, it's not easy to find!" Ink Cream was a little excited.