However, seeing the scene in front of him, he was stunned.
Hexi was actually inserting needles into the dead body, and the needles were not enough, she also took the severed hands and feet of the dead body, sewed the needles again, and sewed up the limbs.
Wuxin admits that the girl's appearance is so holy and dazzling when she is concentrating on stitching, like a god who is high above and can decide life and death.
After Xi Jia's severed limbs were sewn together, except for a circle of sutured scars, there was no trace of being severed at all.
However, this cannot change the fact that Nalan Hexi has been on the verge of collapse due to too much stimulation.
Otherwise, how could a normal person treat the dead body and carefully sew up the severed hands and feet of the dead body.
The most frightening thing was that it was not enough for Hexi to sew up one, so he moved the other nine corpses to a clean corner, and then needled them one by one, and then sewed up or healed their riddled bodies.
When she was sewing up the dismembered body of the ninth servant, Wuxin finally couldn't help taking a step forward, and said softly: "Princess, these people are already dead, you... please give me your condolences."
Hexi's stitches didn't stop at all, but her long eyelashes were raised, and she looked at Wuxin's tangled face, looking at her with haughty eyes, clearly looking crazy.
He Xi ignored him, and quickly took care of everyone's injuries, and then took out a purple gold medicinal cauldron from the space.
When the Zijin Medicine Ding first appeared, it was only the size of a fist, but when it touched the ground, it became bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, it became a huge cauldron that could accommodate dozens of people.
Hexi poured the diluted Lingquan water into the cauldron without hesitation, and didn't stop until the cauldron was half full.
She glanced at the stunned Wuxin, and slowly said: "If you are standing aside and it is really empty, use spiritual fire to heat up this cauldron."
Unintentionally startled, then a little bit annoyed.
He is a majestic warrior in the Nascent Soul stage, but now this woman is ordering him like a servant.
What's more, these people have clearly cut off their breathing, and there is no spiritual power and life fluctuation in their bodies. What is this woman trying to do in such a toss.
Wuxin resisted the urge to slap the woman away, and said coldly: "Princess, I call you princess for the sake of the master. But you'd better not push yourself too hard, these people are obviously dead, what are you doing?" Want me to remind you a few times..."
Before Wuxin finished speaking, the wings of her nose contracted suddenly, and an unbelievable light appeared in her eyes.
His body was as stiff as a rock, and he didn't dare to move his whole body. His shocked eyes fixed on the delicate face of the girl who was close at hand.
In Hexi's hand was holding a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, and the blade of the dagger exuded a strange emerald green cold light.
At this moment, the dagger was firmly attached to his neck, as if it would cut open his flesh and blood in the next moment, allowing the toxin to seep into his body.
Wuxin's mood at this time can no longer be described as shock. Although he was not fully on guard just now, he did not activate the spiritual shield. But he was a Nascent Soul Stage warrior after all, and it should have been a joke like a fairy tale if a small Foundation Establishment Stage warrior wanted to sneak attack him.
However, just now he didn't see how Hexi moved at all, and he didn't even know how she managed to appear in front of him with a perfect hidden aura and figure.