"Can you let someone else do this? Why do you have to look for me? Yang Ming pushed open the door of one of the most elaborate and cleanest houses in Heifeng Village, and saw the purple girl kneeling on the earthen kang covered with wolf skin, and said reluctantly.

"These people in Black Wind Village only joined us because of fear, who knows what their real thoughts are, to heal me and such a thing, you can rest assured that the person who doesn't know the details will come? What if I am plotted? For Yang Ming's twisting, Zi Nu rolled her eyes and said.

The unknown wound on her back is too tricky, and it is impossible to medicate herself, so she can only let someone else do it.

But in this Black Wind Village, although there are women, but for those women, how can the purple girl rest assured, in case something happens, she may not even have a chance to regret it.

Looking around the Black Wind Village, the only person who can make the purple girl feel at ease to hand over her back to the other party is Yang Ming.

Although Yang Ming is a man, when he walks the rivers and lakes, some things are meant to be urgent, and the purple girl is still very clear about the measurement.

It's just that the purple girl is a woman after all, and she is about to expose her back in front of a man, and she will even be seen by the other party with more unspeakable scenery, how can the purple girl not have a little burden.

It's just that when she saw Yang Ming's twisted and reluctant look, the burden in Zi Nu's heart was reduced a lot, and she was replaced by resentment.

I haven't disliked him yet, but he disliked me first.

"What you say makes sense, but let me state first, you came to me, don't think I'm taking advantage of you at that time." Yang Ming said.

Hearing this, the purple girl couldn't help but tremble in her heart, but when she met Yang Ming's gaze, she said very hardly: "Just you little doll? Cut. ”

"Okay, you're big, you're justified." Yang Ming said helplessly.

"You know, you're going to call me sister." Yang Ming's helplessness fell on the purple girl's eyes, which made her more and more at ease.

If Yang Ming had shown great anticipation from the beginning, the purple girl might have to resist at this time, women's minds are often so interesting.

The same thing, because of Yang Ming's different attitudes, made Zi Nu have a different decision.

"I'm not talking about age." Yang Ming muttered quietly.

"Hurry up, I'm in pain." The purple girl urged, she obviously didn't hear Yang Ming's muttering clearly, otherwise the purple girl would definitely take a second look at Yang Ming, and then consider whether her decision was really wise.

"That's what you said." After talking about the purple girl, Yang Ming had no reason to delay, and walked straight behind the purple girl.

The purple girl had also taken off her robe generously, and was untying the placket on her chest, but when she took off her sleeves, she couldn't help frowning, although the wound was almost numb, but there was still a kind of pain in her heart when she moved like this.

On the back of the purple girl, there were three traces of Yin Hong's blood penetrating the thick winter coat.

"You don't have to retreat, I'll cut a hole around your wound with scissors and expose it." Yang Ming pressed the palm of the purple girl's hand that was about to take off her underwear.

"You have the air of a gentleman." The purple girl let go of the palm that grabbed the button of her ribs, and subconsciously understood, she was a woman after all, how could she not care about such a thing as exposing her breasts in front of a man.

The reason why Yang Ming was asked to help him heal his injuries was purely out of desperation, and now that he has a better choice, of course Zinu is willing.

"The style of a gentleman can be forgotten, I am now the big leader and villain of Black Wind Village." Yang Ming said that he had already picked up the scissors that the purple woman had used to cut the bandage, and cut a big round hole around the wound in the purple girl's undergarment, which was stuck to her back with blood stains.

The bloody wound in front of him instantly met Yang Ming's eyes, making Yang Ming subconsciously stunned.

The skin that could be seen faintly under the bloodstains, the cracked flesh, all told the pain that the purple girl was suffering at this time, and such an injury was completely caused by herself to a certain extent.

"What are you doing? What about another layer? The purple girl, who couldn't feel Yang Ming's next move, urged.

"Hmm." Yang Ming silently cut his layers of purple breast wraps, if he still had a trace of reverie before, then, when he saw the purple girl's wound, that trace of reverie disappeared without a trace.

If at this time, Yang Ming could still imagine what a wonderful scenery the purple girl's delicate body looked like, then Yang Ming might really have to take a good look at his temperament.

As the purple silk cloth fell, the purple girl's injuries were completely presented in front of Yang Ming.

Beads of blood had already taken on a dark black under the upturned flesh, and the flesh inside the wound was eerily pale, a sign of necrosis.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Yang Ming stretched out his finger and gently pressed it on the purple girl's wound to squeeze out the bruise in the scar.

Originally, because the pain was to the limit, the numb back was squeezed and rubbed by Yang Ming, which made the purple girl feel a very novel and alternative feeling, and that feeling made the purple girl have an inexplicable panic.

At this moment, the purple girl seemed to be able to sense Yang Ming's gaze staring at the wound on her back, and even could feel the lines between Yang Ming's fingers and stomach.

"What? Distressed? The purple girl with a panic in her heart pretended to joke.

This is the best way she has summed up to deal with Yang Ming these days, anti-guest-oriented, teasing and teasing, so that Yang Ming will fall into embarrassment first, in this way, it is Yang Ming who is embarrassed, and it is not herself who is embarrassed.

This time, the Purple Girl used this little trick that she thought would be useful.

But this time, the purple girl obviously miscalculated, and it was not Yang Ming's panic that responded to her, but a calm 'um'.

Yang Ming's calmness made the purple girl uncalm, and the purple girl hurriedly said: "Even if you have a conscience and know that you are distressed, in this case, when we divide the money, do you want to give me two percent more, and I will give you seven and three." ”

"Impossible." Hearing the purple girl's joke, Yang Ming directly refused.

It's too much money to talk about feelings, two percent, that's two percent of hundreds of thousands.

"I knew that you guy was just talking about it, and if you really want to pay the price, you can reveal it as it is." The Purple Girl sneered.

"Bear with me." Yang Ming said suddenly.

"Don't worry, I can bear ······."

The purple girl took a deep breath, and before she finished speaking, Yang Ming's palm was already directly attached to the bare wound behind her back, and the wide palm covered the wound in the palm.

At that moment, Zi Nu realized that what Yang Ming made her endure was not pain, but another feeling.

The purple girl clearly felt that in the palm of Yang Ming's back attached to her back, there was a gentle qi like water rotating, and that breath was as if it were not in the wound, not only did she not feel the slightest sympathy, but there was an inexplicable itch, that feeling·······

The breath flowed through the wound, merging into the flesh, and the flesh that was almost stiff and necrotic seemed to come back to life, as if in an indescribable tenderness.

It was the sunshine after the snow, and it was from the doting gaze of a lover······

For a while, many scenes appeared in the purple girl's mind, and the qi from behind penetrated the skin, melted into the flesh and blood, and clicked between her minds.