Qing Kui hated the wounded the most, so she immediately prepared pills and utensils. These demon soldiers already have a will to live and die, and they want to be proud of dying in battle, how can they let her treat them
One by one, holding their last breath, they have to climb out of the camp.
The blood bats dragged them back no matter what happened, and the whole barracks was covered in blood. There was the one who insulted Qing Kui, the blood bat planned to draw out the knife, and wanted to kill him with one blow. Qing Kui hurriedly said: "General Blood Bat, don't worry about them."
Next to him, Xiaofeng gave him a look, and the blood bat understood it in his heart—everyone was aware of the situation in front of him. The Crown Prince of the Demon Race must be the Third Highness without a doubt. Look at the dog-licking vigor of His Highness the Third Highness, who is the Queen of the Devil
He made a decisive decision, took off his socks and blocked the mouth of the scolding soldier! When the soldiers guarding the battalion saw it, they were blessed to their hearts and followed suit one after another. After a while, the insults turned into "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Qing Kui couldn't help but turn the analgesic wound medicine into water and wash the wound for the wounded soldier. After a while, the muffled insults in the camp became smaller and smaller. The wounded soldier looked at his wound in surprise.
—It really doesn't hurt anymore.
Although a warrior is not afraid of death, even a warrior who is not afraid of death will still be in pain. They looked at me and I looked at you, all in silence.
According to the different injuries of each person, Qing Kui heals them with bone healing. The magic soldiers were shy and embarrassed at first, but after a while, they started to jump in line.
Xiaofeng sat on the side, poured a cup of wine, and stared at the woman surrounded by demon soldiers. She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead from time to time, and was so busy that she didn't even have time to give him a look.
He looked at it for a long time, but he didn't realize how long it was.
Liguang Qingkui, just like the name, she is born facing the sun, warm and bright. People who attract attention are obsessed with it.
On the bank of the Nai River, Lord Xuanshang fell asleep.
He leaned against the willow tree, his eyes slightly closed, and his breathing was shallow. Ye Tan was walking around, but he didn't wake up.
A god of his cultivation level rarely gets sleepy. However, it took almost all of his energy to escape from the Bizheng Palace and break through the barriers of the heavens. Ye Tan couldn't bear to wake him up, but she was really worried about her sister.
She leaned over and flipped over on Xuanshang Jun. After a while, the "roasted sweet potato" will be found.
Xuanshang Jun still fell into a deep sleep, because the difference in cultivation base was too great, Ye Tan didn't even know if he was injured or not. But at this moment, his face was pale, he was lethargic as if he was exhausted, and he was as weak as a baby.
Ye Tan quietly used roasted sweet potatoes to contact Qing Kui again.
Poor Sang, Qing Kui was busy healing the soldiers, the magic weapon in her bosom trembled, of course she noticed. But there was a large crowd, and it was inconvenient for her to talk to Ye Tan, so she didn't respond.
Ye Tan paced back and forth anxiously. Behind her, Lord Xuanshang suddenly said, "Shall I accompany you to the Demon Race?"
"Ah?" Ye Tan was taken aback by his sudden voice, and hurriedly hid the roasted sweet potato in his arms, "I thought you were asleep."
Xuan Shangjun stood up and cleaned the dirt on his clothes with the cleansing formula.
Ye Tan felt uneasy, and asked in a low voice: "Are... are you okay? If you are tired, I can go find my sister by myself."
Xuanshang Jun felt warm in his heart, and said, "It's okay!"
Ye Tan was still worried, even if he didn't know Xuanshangjun's injury, he was clearly aware of his exhaustion. She said: "But you are tired, if you meet the demons and recognize your identity..."
Lord Xuanshang was despised by his sweetheart, and finally he became a bit competitive, saying: "I can still deal with mere demons."
But as soon as the two entered the demon clan, Lord Xuanshang regretted it.
The Mozu didn't recognize the identities of the two of them. Not only did they not recognize them, but everyone was quite enthusiastic when they saw them.
At the bustling night market, a little boy ran over with a flower basket and said, "Master, my daughter is so beautiful, why don't you buy me some flowers to wear?"