When Xia Jin got up.

Feeling a little sticky in her hands, she frowned, and hurriedly looked down, and sure enough, she saw blood on her hands.

She just...

Both hands are holding the emperor's uncle.

Other words...

Uncle Huang has injuries on his body.

Thinking of this, Xia Jin's heart rose again, she squatted down directly, looked at the man, and finally her eyes fell on him, Xia Jin squinted her eyes, stretched out her little hand and prepared to untie the clothes on his body.

As soon as her hand touched her robe, a pair of large hands grabbed her hand.

At the same time, a dangerous light came, with a strong killing intent, Xia Jin looked sideways, but what caught his eyes was the man's red eyes.

The phoenix's eyes opened, and their eyes were red, red and a little bewitching, with evil bloodlust, and a strong killing intent.

And the big palm that held her hand was slowly shrinking, straining.

"Uncle Huang, it's me."

Xia Jin did not break free, and there was no surprise or shock on her face, but she slowed down her voice and said gently: "Uncle Huang, it's me, I'm Ah Jin, your body is injured, I'll help you take a look." ”

The scarlet of the man's eyes remained unchanged, but the big palm holding her small hand did not exert any strength, but gradually loosened.

"Uncle Huang, I am your Ah Jin, I will not hurt you."

The killing intent in the man's eyes gradually disappeared, and even the light in his eyes became a little gentle, he blinked his eyes, and Xia Jin continued to say gently: "So, you don't have to be afraid, don't be nervous, go to sleep with confidence, I'm here to protect you." ”

The man's eyes gradually closed, and the hand holding her was lowered.

Xia Jin exhaled at this time.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully took off his clothes, and gasped when she saw the wound on her chest.

There was a wound on his chest, although the wound was not big, about ten centimeters, but the wound was surrounded by black aura, and... The wound was still slowly spreading outward.

Blood is also flowing.

This is no ordinary wound.

Xia Jin took a deep breath, suppressed all the distress and worries in his heart, and bandaged his wounds, but... But it didn't work, it couldn't stop the blood on his body at all.

The wound was preceded by anger.

Need to get rid of that anger first, Xia Jin flipped over her body, but didn't find the yellow talisman she needed, and in the end, she directly cut her wrist, letting her blood flow down and drip onto the wound.

Her bright red blood engulfed the anger from his wounds.

After almost half a cup of tea, the anger disappeared completely, and Xia Jin tore off a piece of cloth from her skirt, bandaged her wrists casually and rudely, and then carefully treated the wounds on the man's body.

The bleeding stopped, and she bandaged his wound.

After checking again, she made sure that there were no other wounds on his body, Xia Jin's hanging big stone finally fell, and she didn't dare to leave the cave, so she could only sit next to him, she stretched out her little hand and quietly held his big palm.

The other hand was looking at him with his chin propped up.

Those eyes were full of distress.

She knew that the very powerful god-like imperial uncle was actually a normal person, he was just a little stronger, but he would also be injured and vulnerable.