Chapter 883 The little junior sister is fierce

An Yi examined the wounds carefully, frowned slightly, and took out the medicine box.

"Why wasn't the wound so deep treated earlier?" An Yi asked coldly. Tu's hand pressed hard, and Feng Qingchen couldn't help but groan.

"I am going to strangle your neck!" The veins on Feng Qingchen's neck bulged.

"Okay, come on, come on if you can!" An Yi was not to be outdone, and his subordinates were not gentle at all.

Feng Qingchen endured the pain and her body became stiff.

There was a wound on his back from the shoulder blade to the waist. An Yi pulled Feng Qingchen's belt unceremoniously and pulled down his pants along the way.

Feng Qingchen's slender and strong body was like a broken doll, lying on the bed, her handsome face was squeezed out of shape, and she was at the mercy of An Yi.

Although the wounds were deep, fortunately they were all skin injuries. It was just a few hundred miles from southern Xinjiang to Dragon City, and I came back with wounds like this...

"Why didn't you treat the wound? Didn't you take Xue Lingqiao to Southern Xinjiang?" An Yi asked in a deep voice.

Feng Qingchen stopped talking.

"Are you doing this trick to show me?" An Yi sighed and asked in a low voice.

Feng Qingchen's eyes darkened and she said coldly: "Stop being so sentimental!"

An Yi looked at the hideous wound on the white back, sighed quietly, and applied the medicine much more gently. The medicine was cold in his warm palm, and he pressed it against the man's wound, moving slowly from his back to his waist, Then slowly spread around.

On the way back, Feng Qingchen endured the pain and went through this scene dozens of times in her mind, imagining the ecstasy of ice and fire, but she never expected to be teased like this while unable to move her whole body. .

Feng Qingchen couldn't move, but couldn't help but curl up her toes. Finally, her voice was almost squeezed out from the depths of her throat and she roared: "Okay, that's enough, let me go!"

An Yi refused to let go, and deliberately poured half the bottle of medicine onto the man's back. The medicine spread along the graceful waistline, cold and tempting.

Feng Qingchen groaned again. This time it was not from pain, but from the stimulation of the skin by the cold potion and An Yi's fingers that kept stroking her.

Outside the door, Leng Jiu, who was very worried at first, pressed his ear hard against the door. After hearing Feng Qingchen's two groans, his face couldn't help but turn red.

Their father had suffered countless injuries over the years. Once, the cold arrow pierced his shoulder blade, but Xue Lingqiao pulled the arrow out for him, just like that. Their father didn't say a word. This time...

"Let's go!" Leng Jiu pulled A Bing away quickly.

A Bing was still worried: "General Leng, I and your wife are really..."

Leng Jiu raised his foot and gave it to A Bing: "Otherwise, if you go in, I won't accompany you to death!"

Leng Jiu was King Guangping's confidant and he didn't dare to go. How dare A Bing shrink his neck immediately and stand obediently behind Leng Jiu.

On the side, Xue Lingqiao shook her head helplessly. The junior sister was a little too fierce. Although the injury on my body was not fatal, it was quite deep. Can't we wait? Tsk tsk!

After the medicine was applied and the wound was bandaged, An Yi patted Feng Qingchen's arm and said, "Just sleep like this, otherwise it will be difficult to heal the wound if you press it!"

An Yi didn't change out of her torn clothes, and lay down next to the man, resting on her lotus-like forearms.

The battle with Jiao Tu tonight was a bit too exciting and consumed too much energy. She was a little tired.