"Don't block knives again like this time."
Si Ming lowered his head, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and said calmly.
Because you are like this, I will be jealous, even if you protect him, it will be beneficial to me.
Si Ming didn't hear Chi Yao's answer. He subconsciously raised his head and looked in her direction, but he didn't expect to see her pale face, thin sweat on her forehead, colorless lips and steamy eyes. He suddenly panicked.
He stood up and looked at her body. His usual unruly look was a little anxious, and he looked at her with worry: "Is the wound open?"
Without waiting for Chi Yao to answer, he pulled up his clothes to check.
really!
He pursed his lips tightly and took the ointment from her hand. He rubbed the ointment on it with slightly trembling fingertips. When his soft fingertips touched the wound, she couldn't help but hum.
Si Ming's fingertips paused slightly, and he subconsciously lowered his voice and coaxed her: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while."
Seeing his cautious look, Chi Yao couldn't help but laugh out loud. The girl's brisk smile made him a little uncomfortable.
Chi Yao explained with a smile: "Tell me, do we two look like fellow patients suffering from the same disease?"
Si Ming looked at the ointment in his hand, played with it, and chuckled, "It's true."
"Then...shall I give you some medicine?"
Si Ming thought for a moment, then handed her the ointment in his hand, "If this ointment is poisonous, neither of us can run away."
Chi Yao did not make a sound, but carefully smeared the wounds on his body. Si Ming looked at the soft top of his hair, and his throat couldn't help but tighten. Under the background of the atmosphere, he couldn't help but roll his throat to hide the tension.
"alright."
The girl's sweet voice sounded from his arms, bringing him back from his lost thoughts.
"All right."
Si Ran looked around, but did not look at her position.
Chi Yao didn't notice anything strange about him, but looked at Ha Qie sleepily, "Then let's go."
Si Ming was still a little distracted in his thoughts, and he suddenly didn't react when he heard her words. He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes dark and emotionless.
"Okay, I'll collect something."
"What...um."
As soon as Chi Yao raised his head, someone pinched his face, his lips pursed slightly, and the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by shock.
When he left, he sipped it lightly, and the tip of his tongue slightly poked out to reminisce about the beauty of that place. The corner of his mouth turned up with a bad smile, and he looked at her lazily. He rubbed it with his fingertips, and the color of his pale lips also became colored.
"Don't do this to him again."
Chi Yao, who was focusing on his hand, didn't hear his murmur at all. Instead, she clapped his hand away and turned her back to him without making a sound.
Si Ming looked at her back and said nothing, but silently exited the room without disturbing her again.
The next day, the sun shone brightly.
Chi Yao absorbs the essence of the sun and moon in the morning.
She squeezed her hands to expel the turbid air from her body, and gently touched the wound with fairy energy. She felt the scab on the scar and exhaled.
Now facing the competition between the immortal and demon worlds, his injury will only make the immortal world worse. As long as the wound can scab, it can still be healed.
Her eyes changed, and she looked at a certain place. The sharp immortal energy flowed from her hand towards that place, and the figure behind that place moved slightly and came out.
"master?"
Chi Yao took back the hand that was holding the curse and looked at him with a puzzled look, "Why are you here?"
Still standing there.
She thought it was Si Ming, but when she saw the indifferent and distant look, she knew it was her master Si Ran.
Si Ran pinched his fingertips unnaturally, and his usually cold eyes were drooped today, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes.
"Let's see if your injury is healed."
Si Ran rolled his Adam's apple and said with a lump in his throat.
