Fei'er came out of Qijue Tower alive. Long Batian was indescribably excited. He wished he could stand on the roof and roar for days to vent the huge joy in his heart. It can be seen that the scars on Long Fei's body cost him most of his life. Sorry, Long Batian's heart was aching for a while, and he wished he could suffer this pain on behalf of Fei'er.
"It's okay, he is too weak now and can no longer scream." Yun Tingruo opened her eyes and lied. Her body was bloody and scarred one after another. Even if she lost her voice, her voice would still scream!
Long Fei has no voice now. That's because the water Yunyin used to wipe Long Fei's body was not ordinary hot water, but Lingchi water!
The benefits of Lingchi water are unimaginable by ordinary people!
No matter how severe the pain is, the water from the Lingchi Lake can dissolve it, so what Long Fei feels now is not pain, but coolness and comfort. His whole body seems to be in a hot spring, moving in various comfortable postures.
"Oh." Long Batian couldn't help but relax after hearing Yun Tingruo's explanation, but when he heard that Long Fei was too weak, his heart tightened again: "Yun Ruo, is Long Fei okay? Will he be disabled or something? ."
"Long Fei just lost too much blood, nothing serious."
Yun Tingruo looked at Long Fei on the couch and said something against his will.
In fact, Long Fei's injuries were very serious, and his heart and veins were somewhat damaged. The blood all over his body was not only scary, but the blood was constantly flowing out.
"That's good, that's good."
Long Batian believed in Yun Tingruo unconditionally. He was slightly relieved when he heard that Long Fei was fine, but he was still very lucky in his heart. Fei'er's ability to escape from Qi Jue Collapse must be the blessing of his ancestors!
Long Fei knew very well what kind of martial arts skills Long Fei had. In his heart, Long Fei's coming out of the Seven Jue Tower was entirely due to luck.
"Grandpa Long, Sister Long Xuan, you go back to your room and rest, I will take care of you here."
After entering the Qijue Tower from Long Fei, Long Batian and Long Xuan couldn't eat or sleep. Both of them were bald in the past two days. But what Yun Tingruo said was not just for them to rest, but also for them to rest. But---!
"Okay." Long Batian was not polite. He had been in a bad state of mind for the past two days. Now that he saw that Long Fei was fine, as soon as his body relaxed, he felt weak and weak.
Since Long Xuan saw Long Fei coming out of Qijue Tower and heard Yun Ruo say it was nothing serious, her whole body softened and she was helped out of the room by the maid.
After the two left, Yun Tingruo's eyes flashed: "Yun Yin."
Yunyin understood and took out the things he had prepared in his arms, then closed all the windows in the room and lit all the candles.
Yun Tingruo quickly unfolded the small bundle and saw bright silver needles, thin needles, and several knives appearing in the candlelight.
"Wire!"
As soon as Yun Tingruo finished speaking, Yun Yin stretched out his hand. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see the thread in his hand.
The slender hand took the silk thread, and with the movement of his fingertips, he easily threaded the silk thread into the thin needle.
"Gag him."
Yun Tingruo threw out a handkerchief, which he had "borrowed" from the maid.
Yunyin stuffed the handkerchief into the mouth of the semi-conscious Long Fei, biting his tongue to avoid the pain later. There were no anesthetics in ancient times, so what Yun Tingruo did next would definitely be shocking.
"Press him down and don't hurt him." After Yun Tingruo finished speaking, Yun Yin frowned. It was really difficult to control him without hurting anyone.
"Master, why not just knock him out."
Yunyin feels a little sore!
"It's useless." Yun Tingruo shook the needle and thread on the candlelight a few times and rejected Yun Yin's opinion.
"Okay, I'll make him obedient." Yunyin put his hands on Long Fei and moved them left and right several times before finding a comfortable movement.
"Remember, you must suppress him and don't let him move."
Yun Tingruo sat on the stool and reminded Yun Yin one last time. He raised his wrist and moved his fingertips towards Long Fei, flowing like water on his skin!
It turned out that Yun Tingruo was giving Long Fei stitches, and his skin was cracked so much that his bones were almost exposed in several places. The only way was stitches.
Yunyin's eyes widened and he felt the skin on his body hurt.
How did the master come up with such a cruel method
No wonder if he had to control Long Fei, he would wake up directly from the pain if he was knocked unconscious.
Yunyin's eyes towards Long Fei were full of self-seeking, brother!
"Woo!" Long Fei, who was in a coma, screamed in pain, and his body twisted subconsciously. The pain was densely covered in his body, as if there were countless ants biting him. This kind of pain was not a heartbreaking pain, but a dense pain.
Yun Tingruo ignored Long Fei's attack and concentrated on her attack. Her technique was fast and steady, and the skin came together with every stitch.
"Woo!" Slowly, Long Fei swayed harder, which was very painful for Yunyin. He couldn't knock him out, and he couldn't use too much force, which made it difficult for him.
The three of them were busy doing their own thing, some were in pain, some were sweating profusely, and some had calm faces.
Time passed by minute by minute.
After Yun Tingruo finished sewing one area, she wiped some water from the spiritual pond to let Long Fei's wound heal as much as possible.
"Master, how long do we have?" Yun Yin's face turned red from holding back. It had been almost an hour, and he could hardly hold it in any longer.
Yun Tingruo didn't even raise her head and continued to clean Long Fei's wounds. This kid's willpower was pretty good. He could still walk out after suffering such a serious injury. It seemed like he was a good piece of material.
"immediately!"
Yun Tingruo's hand stopped somewhere on Long Fei's body, and it was a bit difficult to take off.
"Master, what are you doing, are you okay?" Yunyin's face was extremely painful, and his body was tense and stiff. He could hardly hold it in any longer.
"Kumogakure, that, me."
Yun Tingruo raised her eyes, and the dim candlelight fell into her eyes, revealing a hint of coldness.
Yun Yin opened his mouth, but before he could speak, an embroidery needle suddenly appeared in his hand, and his position changed to that of Yun Tingruo.
"Master!" Yun Yin was dumbfounded, holding a small embroidery needle in his rough hand and looking at Yun Tingruo blankly.
"This is the last scar. You can sew it up." Yun Tingruo pointed at Long Fei's lower body. He could see a long scar running from his abdomen to his lower body.
"ah."
Yun Yin shivered and looked at Long Fei's lower body with resentful eyes. Damn it, why was there a bloodstain there
Why why is this happening.
"Master, I don't know how." Yunyin cried sadly. He was good at killing and beating people, but wouldn't it be difficult for him to give people stitches
"Sew like you normally would."
Yun Tingruo didn't even think about it and directly blocked Yun Yin's next words.
"Me, me, me." Yun Yin's hand holding the embroidery needle kept shaking as he looked at Long Fei's lower body. This wasn't sewing clothes, it was sewing flesh, or bloody flesh.
woo woo woo woo!
Mysophobia is the most difficult thing.