Chapter 1600

Mo Shanghua stood up with her bloody arm and looked at the cloak man who came out of nowhere, biting the pale lip.

The cloaked man's martial arts is obviously not weaker than that of the man. After a while, he temporarily blocks the man away, and then returns to the side of the flower on the street. His long arms firmly hold her slender waist, and her toes are lighter.

The next moment, he took her out of the window of the medicine Pavilion and flew away.

Mo Shanghua leaned against the cloak man's arms, but she felt a sense of security in her heart, which surprised her. She dropped her eyes and didn't think about him.

Yan Beicheng, the cloaker, went to the outside of the city with Mo Shanghua. He specially found a clean house. Then he put her carefully on the bed, and subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover her.

At that time, the wound between her arms was too deep, the scarlet blood was still flowing slowly, and the blood color on her face faded to paper white because of excessive blood loss.

Yan Beicheng looked down at her pale face, deep as the eyes at the bottom of the spring. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I'll help you deal with the wound."

Mo Shanghua's consciousness was a little dim at this time. When he heard Yan Beicheng say so, he nodded casually, and then half closed his eyes, with a look of Ren Jun's disposal.

Seeing this, Yan Beicheng leaned over and sat down, took out the dagger from Mo Shanghua's waist, and carefully rowed down the clothes between her left arm from her shoulder.

It's more terrifying than you think.

Between her slender and white lotus arms, a ferocious wound about half an arm long was across her elbow. The skin of the wound turned white, and the bright red blood was flowing out from the ferocious wound little by little.

Just looking at it makes people feel numb.

Yan North City Mou color suddenly a deep, hold the hand of green jade small bottle tight tight tight, for a long time, just open small bottle, among them of gold sore medicine all poured up.

Powder scattered in the flesh, suddenly in exchange for a burst of pain, will spend on the road a bit confused mind again.

She opened her eyes and glanced at her own wound. Yan Beicheng, who was covered with a cloak, was clumsily dealing with her wound. Her eyebrows suddenly frowned tightly.

In this way, although the blood is stopped, how can such a big wound be done without suturing.

"I'll do it myself. Help me find some spirits." Mo Shanghua raised his right hand, pressed Yan Beicheng's hand, and opened his mouth low.

Yan North City enters sideburns, sword eyebrow immediately tightly a Cu, "you a hand, how can do."

Mo Shanghua sat up with her bed and shook her head gently. "I'm ok."

Yan Beicheng looked down at the eyes of Mo Shanghua and told her that the bottom of her eyes was clear. Then she agreed and came back with a pot of wine.

Mo Shanghua does not hesitate to open the wine bottle and pour the wine directly towards the wound, spilling the wound wantonly.

Compared with the medicine powder, she felt several times more pain. The white lip petal of Mo Shanghua was bitten by her, which made her lips and teeth smelly and sweet. The hand holding the wine pot trembled.

But for a moment, she held on tightly.

How could she be so cruel to herself.

Yanbeicheng heart drama shock, ink pupil in the open a touch of inexplicable dark light, raised his hand to the lips of flowers on the street.

Mo Shanghua turns her eyes hard and sweeps one eye, but she is still biting her lower lip, never loosening a bit.

The wine in the pot was quickly poured out, and the flower's hand trembled slightly. The wine pot immediately fell to the ground and smashed.

"Can it go on?" Yan Beicheng couldn't help but open his mouth. The ink pupil under the cover of his broad cloak crossed the color of worry that he had never noticed.

Mo Shanghua shakes her head, takes out the acupuncture bag from the sleeve bag, takes out a needle that has already been put on the catgut, takes a deep breath, stabs the tip of the needle through the skin, and stitches it slowly.

The newly relaxed labial flap was clenched tightly again, and the hand holding the needle end was trembling all the time. The pain became more and more severe. A thin sweat suddenly appeared on her white and full forehead and slowly fell down her nose.

Yan North City in the heart don't know why is also a choke, slender ten fingers slowly tighten, Mou Guang tightly lock on the wound that she sews.

Usually half an hour to complete the things, Mo Shanghua this time used an hour and a half.

After stitching, her whole body was soaked with sweat, and she was weak. So she forced herself to take medicine, bandaged herself, and then leaned on the bed.

Yan Beicheng sat beside his bed, deep and mysterious in the dark pupil, unable to see what emotion it was.

There was silence in the room.

For a long time, the flower on the street just pulled the dried lip, and said in a low voice: "you followed me all the way to Yuzhou, what do you want to do?"

The idea that Yan Beicheng was the cloaker in front of him wavered in his heart.

Yan Beicheng's eyes were slightly deep, and he didn't answer her question. He turned his head and said in a light voice: "the house of King Yu is not as simple as you think. Without any support, don't be too powerful."

A word instantly let Mo Shanghua silence down, the brain can't help but think of the expert within the medicine Pavilion.Any person in the medicine Pavilion can kill her. It can be seen that what this person said is true.

It's just

How can he know so much?

Just want to ask more, Yan Beicheng is suddenly handed over a small bottle of jade, "this bottle is the best acne medicine, you take it."

Mo Shanghua is about to refuse subconsciously, but when it comes to her mouth, she swallows it, and her delicate jaw nods gently.

"Go to sleep. I'll take you back tomorrow morning." Yan Beicheng stood up, whispered, and walked away.

The flower on the street is tired, so it doesn't refuse, so it lies down again and closes its eyes.

When Mo Shanghua was asleep, Yan Beicheng quietly walked into the house again.

He looked at the flowers lying quietly on the bed, moved in his heart, raised his hand to gently wipe her forehead, nose sweat, eyes with a bit of complexity, a bit of appreciation.

From the moment of wound treatment, there was no cry of pain. If you were someone else, you would have passed out several times without knowing the pain.

This woman is really terrible.

At the moment, a small piece of the wall in his heart quietly collapsed, but he didn't feel it at all.

……

The next day, before dawn, Yan Beicheng sent the flowers back quietly.

Mo Shanghua sits on the pear wood carved soft couch in his bedroom, with a lax look in his eyes.

In what the cloaker said to her, she could hear that he seemed to know her identity and what happened around her very well. So what is the identity of this person?

If you can monitor her whereabouts so clearly, you must have certain rights here, and his figure is very similar to that of King Yu.

Can it really be the king Yu?

She remembers that when the cloaker was fighting with the medicine expert, he seemed to show a scar on his arm

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