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The lacerated wound, the flesh turned over and over, from the front of the shoulder all the way to the back. Although it looked serious, this kind of penetrating wound was not fatal. The problem was that there were several wounds on Feng Qingxiao's body, each of them extremely severe. The wounds had already been bandaged, and after the bandages were removed, the horrifying sight made even Yun Zhao, a general, unable to help but suck in a breath.

With such heavy injuries on his body, he was still able to maintain his consciousness without showing any signs of pain. He could not help but look at Feng Qingxiao with reverence.

The most fatal wound was on his chest. The arrow was still on his chest, and had not yet been released.

This is because this place is too dangerous. If we easily pull out the crossbow arrows, it is very possible that it will take the life of the Prince of War.

Looking at this wound, Yun Zhao's eyes twitched. Being able to live after such a heavy injury, he was still clear-headed. He was indeed a war god of the Tianyuan Kingdom!

Maintaining consciousness was the most difficult thing, because the price to pay for staying awake was enduring endless pain and suffering from these injuries. One would not be able to eat or sleep well!

Yun Zihuang glared angrily at Feng Qingxiao: "Such a heavy injury, yet you're still running around everywhere. It's fine if you don't want your life. It will bring a lot of trouble to the doctor, do you know?"

He hated people who were sick and injured, yet still insisted on pretending that he was very strong, that he didn't properly recuperate, and that he would harm his own body. This was because this kind of person would always increase the work of the doctors and waste more medicine. Thus, the recovery speed was naturally also slow.

"Princess, you can't be rude to your highness." Yun Zhao reminded him in a low voice.

Who was this person in front of him?

The famous war god in the world had killed a god, the only king with a different surname in the Tian Yuan Kingdom, the King Jing Yuan who wielded a heavy army in the north!

Feng Qingxiao, this name, in the hearts of the people of Tian Yuan, was infinitely close to a god!

The war god of the Tianyuan Kingdom, the guardian god, the invincible general king, an unrivaled existence!

Who would dare to be disrespectful to King Jingyuan?

Even the current emperor spoke to King Jingyuan with extreme gentleness and courtesy. The only one who could wear a weapon and enter the imperial palace, and the only one who could meet the emperor, was someone who did not need to kneel and kowtow to the emperor!

"Hmph, you're such a nuisance. I've seen people I hate. I've never seen you so much!"

The thick brows of the distant mountains were twisted into pockmarks. In her eyes, there were only patients, no War God Generals, and so on. All the wounded and sick were the same in her heart. Cooperate with the healer and take care of the injured and recuperate well, that was the good child she liked. Feng Qingxiao, who was heavily injured, poisoned, and riding a horse carriage while he was still running around, was one of the patients she hated the most.

The Prince of Wargods was silent. The princess was the first one who dared to show such disrespect to him. However, for some reason, he did not get angry, nor did he dislike it. Instead, he looked at the spirited expression on her face.

Her brows were like distant mountains and her eyes were like autumn's water. Her appearance did not fit the Sky Origin Country's concept of beauty.

In the capital, the daughter of a famous family. Her beauty took weakness as her beauty, and she was a popular beauty with faint willow leaf eyebrows and crescent moon eyebrows. There had never been a girl who was willing to have a pair of man's eyebrows in the distant mountains. White to the point of being bloodless, exquisite like jade, willowy waist, weak like the wind. This was the standard of the capital's beauties.

However, as the daughter of one of the famous sects in the capital, the princess of Pingping, Yun Zihuang, had the thick, manly brows of a distant mountain. Her four limbs and waist were thicker than even the standard beauties of the capital. Having come from the Martial General Family, she had practiced martial arts since childhood and possessed a strong and beautiful figure. However, in the eyes of the noble young masters and ladies of the capital, she did not meet the standards of a beautiful woman. Especially her skin color. She loved to train in martial arts and rode a fast horse at a gallop. She had a healthy pale wheat color. In the capital, this was ugly.

Yun Zihuang did not have the delicate hands that the beauties had boasted about and loved as if they were precious treasures. Her hands were thick from practicing martial arts and covered in calluses, making them one of the ugliest hands out of all the renowned beauties in the capital.

Because of these two ugly hands of the capital, and also because of her ugly complexion, and also because she learned to ride martial arts and always wore military and riding clothes, she was very different. Many noble ladies secretly called her ugly.

"Feng Qingxiao, do you want me to treat you?"

He nodded. "Antidote first."

"You want me to treat you? As my patient, you have to follow my rules. My rule is, you have to listen to me unconditionally and absolutely. "

His thick eyebrows were raised and a dark light flashed in his phoenix eyes. No one had ever dared to say such words to him, making him completely obedient. Even the king of the Tian Yuan Kingdom would speak to him in a very gentle manner, not to mention using such a vile attitude to speak.

Her lips slightly pursed as her black eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stared at her and she at him. Neither one of them was willing to show weakness as they stared at each other.

After a long while, Yun Zhao's body stiffened as he felt enormous pressure. He gripped the hilt of his saber tightly and cold sweat dripped from his body.

"If you can cure my poison, then this king will abide by your orders during your treatment."

Finally, War God said something. Yun Zhao felt his body lighten and he couldn't help but look at Yun Zihuang with a peculiar gaze. How could the pampered princess resist the pressure of the War God King?

"Then be good, from now on, you are not allowed to move, just stay here and recuperate."

"Repeat what This King just said."

His voice was cold and indifferent. He even closed his eyes, too lazy to say another word.

"Your Highness has said that the princess can cure Your Highness' poison, and the princess will be your doctor's orders during your treatment. Your Highness will obey."

Yun Zhao couldn't help but repeat what Feng Qingxiao had just said.

She smiled as she extended a finger and poked him twice in the chest. She successfully saw his muscles tighten, it was obvious that this Martial Immortal still felt pain. At one point, she thought that this man didn't feel any pain, which was why he was so heavily injured and could run around as if nothing had happened.

"Are you sure you want to treat the poison first? You have to know that you can wait for the poison to show up. If your injuries continue to drag on, then you should become an idol of the True Martial Temple. "

The True Martial Monastery belonged to the imperial family. No matter how many dynasties there were, they would only serve statues of famous generals from various dynasties. Of course, famous generals could only be placed on the memorial tablets of the True Martial Monastery after death. With Feng Qingxiao's reputation for war achievements, he would naturally enter the True Martial Monastery after death.

She had taken off all her clothes, and her pants were rolled up high to her knees. Her muscular body was exposed to the onlookers. If it was any other woman, she would have screamed out in embarrassment. She turned around and ran out. However, she was looking at every part of his body with great interest. It was as if she had always been looking into his bones.

"Have you seen enough?" he suddenly asked.