"You just wanted Long Siye to treat your injuries, could you not take off your clothes?" Di Fuyi asked back.
Gu Xijiu: "..."
"Gu Xijiu, now put away those messy thoughts in your mind and cooperate with me in healing!" Di Fuyi raised his hand, and a black gauze appeared on Gu Xijiu's eyes, completely blocking her sight: "Since you are shy, Then don’t read it.”
Gu Xijiu’s black line! What's the difference between this and hiding one's ears and stealing the bell
He didn't know what material his black gauze was made of. After covering her eyes, she couldn't see anything, not even a trace of light.
Human eyes can't see it, but the sense of touch is still very keen.
Thank God, his hand did not touch her awkward parts, but slowly fell on the hilt of the sword, and then slowly held it.
This made her tremble in pain again: "You... can't you relieve the pain for me first?"
"No!" Di Fuyi replied coldly.
"Why?" Gu Xijiu was confused.
"Let you have a long memory!" Di Fuyi's voice became even colder.
She didn't have to take this sword at all, but she had to hit it hard!
Is winning or losing so important? Is it important enough for her to risk her life? Does she really think she is made of iron? She can obviously win the third game!
"Your luck protects your heart. Don't gather any spiritual power. Relax, relax..." The voice of the emperor brushing his clothes in the darkness rang in his ears. The voice was very calm, with reassuring power, sweeping away the carelessness just now. .
Gu Xijiu frowned, not forgetting her persistence: "Di Fuyi, I told you that I will not agree to your conditions!"
"Well, so what? Just agree to Long Siye's promise. Gu Xijiu, your life will not be repeated. Once you are useless this time, you will be really useless! Don't be so angry. Be good, cooperate with my actions, and listen. My password."
Gu Xijiu stopped talking, okay! Anyway, she has already said the ugly things before! It's his business to save...
She took a breath, stopped disagreeing with him, and started to cooperate according to his instructions...
His voice was as sweet as water, ringing in her ears from time to time, guiding every step.
She tried her best to suppress the embarrassment of being naked under his palm. Although her eyes were covered with a black scarf, she closed her eyes subconsciously and cooperated with every step he said wholeheartedly.
Those steps were very cumbersome, but he would be able to detect it if she was just a little distracted, and he would give a reminder in time.
Gradually, she felt a burning sensation coming from the injured part of her chest inch by inch, and it felt like the sword began to shrink a little bit.
She couldn't see it with her eyes. She didn't know that Di Fuyi raised his hand to seal the spiritual consciousness of Cang Qiong Jade first. She didn't know that the hand holding the sword hilt emitted a dazzling seven-color light. She didn't know that the veins on the back of his hand holding the sword were prominent. I don’t know that a dense line of sweat broke out on his forehead in a moment. I don’t know that his face was as pale as snow under the mask. I don’t know that during the exercise, he swallowed many mouthfuls of blood that rushed to his throat. Unexpectedly, the part of the sword inserted into her body disappeared inch by inch under his palm, as if it was forcibly vaporized without hurting her body at all...
The time he spent practicing his kung fu was not long, only about half a quarter of an hour.
When Gu Xijiu finally couldn't feel the pain like a scorpion sting that made her almost die, she was placed on the mattress. She could feel that the sword stuck in her chest had disappeared, and he was treating her chest. Wound…
She was injured in an embarrassing position, but at that time, in order to save people and win in a dangerous situation, she had no choice.
(End of chapter)