Chapter 49: The Demon Lord is distressed
Zixi thought she was going to fall to the ground, but she was too strong to recharge, so she could only close her eyes and wait for the pain to come.
didn't wait for the expected pain, but fell into a slightly cool embrace.
She opened her eyelids vaguely and saw a familiar face, and there was a dark red light in the man's deep eyes, and she felt that her consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and finally she couldn't support it and closed her eyes.
The person who came was the Netherworld. He hugged Zixi with a cold face, glanced at Ziyan, and said in a faint voice: "Can you still go?"
Zi Yan nodded indifferently.
He picked up Zixi, no longer glanced at Ziyan, and when he stepped a little, he instantly turned into a black dot in the distance.
He carried Zixi to his room and put him on the bed.
The blood stained her white placket, he didn't hesitate, he directly untied her coat, took off the undershirt on the side of her shoulder, ordered a few acupoints to stop the bleeding, took the trauma medicine and sprinkled it, and took a cotton cloth to wet it, and wiped the blood on her shoulder little by little.
While wiping, his fingers inadvertently touched her skin, white and delicate, like fine silk and warm jade.
His hand paused, and he quickly resumed wiping it again.
When he had finished wiping, he covered her with her undergarment, and when he saw that her coat was mottled with blood, he stopped putting it on for her, and pulled the quilt to cover her.
After doing all this, Zixi hasn't woken up yet. Trauma medicine has the effect of anesthesia, and it takes at least half an hour to wake up.
Netherworld sat on the edge of the bed, didn't want to get up for a while, put one hand on the corner of his forehead, and looked at Zixi, who didn't know anyone on the bed, with a somewhat complicated expression.
When he saw Zixi's wound just now, Netherworld suddenly felt a faint pain in his heart.
It was a very strange feeling, and the Netherworld couldn't tell why it felt distressed. He has been killing constantly in his life, and his temperament is bloodthirsty, more than a thousand years ago, the demon clan was in civil strife, and he wiped out all the Blue Devils and Red Devils who took the lead in the rebellion, killing people like numbness, but he looked cold and arrogant from beginning to end, and even had a smile on the corner of his mouth.
But when he saw Zixi's pale face and frowning slightly, he felt as if something was blocking his heart, a little stuffy, and very unhappy.
It may be that the wound hurts badly, Zixi let out a soft "um" sound, and her pale lips were pursed.
Netherworld looked at her deeply for a long time, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked.
He slowly leaned down, put his hands on either side of Zixi's pillow, and looked at her for a long time.
The room was dimly lit, and a little orange light fell on her pale face through the veil, which was blown by the breeze, and the broken light images danced lightly on her face.
A little light fell on her pursed lips, and the ghost imprinted on her lips, drawing the shadow butterfly with the tip of her tongue.
A faint fragrance hit and lingered in his nose, and he was a little dazed.
traced the line of her lips, taking in all her whispers.
The fragrance seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and small clusters of flames seemed to be lit under the dark eyes.
Leaving her lips, following the scent, to her slender neck, skin like congealed cream.
He lifted a corner of the quilt and caught her eyes on her round, white shoulders.
Gently drop a kiss, there is a faint smell of blood and a rich floral fragrance between the nose, which is enough to aphrodisiac.
Zixi seemed to feel something, and it happened that the effect of the trauma medicine had faded, and she woke up faintly, feeling that there seemed to be someone on her body.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that the Demon Lord was leaning over her shoulder, and she was so frightened that she wanted to get up, and with a sudden force, her head hit the head of the bed.