"snort!"
"Hum, you yarn ball, how did I offend you? The mosquito bit me first, not me to nibble on it. My husband is unreasonable, so even if you hum, I will hum too!"
"Well done!" Zuo Yang reacted this time and choked back immediately.
"Ouch! My husband is out of business!"
"Hmm...I'm on my way hahahahahahahaha", before Wuyou could smile, he had already broken through the defense first.
"You careless, stinky woman." Although he was blaming, his actions were extremely contradictory. He walked to her side, squatted down, slowly rolled up his trousers, and carefully inspected her swollen ankles.
"What happened?" His frown showed his anger level.
"I was warming myself by the fire, and a mosquito flew across the sea of fire and bit me. Before I could hit it, it committed suicide and exploded." After saying this, she still had a magical expression on her face, which made Zuo Yang furious, but just after hearing this When she said the words "keep yourself warm by the fire", his heart felt extremely sad again.
He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the hurt look before raising his head: "Did you just say that it sucked blood and blew itself up?"
"Husband, I think it died of shame and anger. Think about it, it was supposed to suck blood for food. Who knew that the food was poisonous? It made it so angry that it burped."
"It's been a long time, little mouth. Why didn't you just kill it when you saw it? You even fed it blood." The more he talked, the angrier he became. His legs were as swollen as freshly baked bread.
"It's so small. I thought it wouldn't see me. There are so many people around it..." At the end of the sentence, his voice was almost inaudible.
After all, she still didn't want to admit that she was more likely to be bitten by mosquitoes than others.
He stood up and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her and asking: "Wuyou, tell me, have you been taken away from me? Why are you so stupid now? Why! Oh my god! Give my shrewd wife back." Give it to me!" A heart-breaking scene is vividly displayed.
"The language in this paragraph is well expressed, and the expression is rich enough. I give it ninety-nine points." Wuyou commented while trying not to laugh.
The key point is that her good-for-nothing husband is also willing to cooperate: "What about one point?"
She bared her teeth and said viciously: "I was eaten by mosquitoes!"
Daheng hugged Wuyou and gritted his teeth and said, "I hate mosquitoes." After that, he issued a death order that mosquitoes must be killed when they saw them. The bites on his wife's legs were so intense that they burned.
I just took a brief look at it, but now I can see that my ankle is covered with dense blisters.
"Daughter-in-law, why are there so many bubbles? Are you itchy or in pain right now?" I hate your grandmother's mosquitoes.
"It hurts...it must be poisonous mosquitoes."
"Yun Ting! Call Mr. Ye quickly."
"Whoosh" a white skeleton flashed in the tent, and the head glowed like a ghost: "Master! You finally remembered my name!"
Seeing his excited look, Zuo Yang cleared his throat: "Ahem... I didn't forget it at all, okay?"
"Yes, my subordinates are going to invite you now." Yun Ting, the leader of the Yun Guards, is a general who commands a hundred thousand Yun troops.
There was another "whoosh" outside the tent, and Wuyou hit him with his head: "You forgot, right?"
"Don't discredit your husband. How can I remember all the guards you gave me? Do you remember them all?"
"Uh...no, my memory is intermittent. I can't remember a lot except you."
"Then you still have the nerve to make fun of me?"
"Hehe...forget 123!" Her ability to get through with cuteness was becoming more and more familiar.
Yun Ting's Qing Gong was naturally very accomplished, and Nighthawk soon appeared in the tent: "With these legs, are you afraid that Zuo will have no meat to eat?"
"Brother, don't you want to eat my flesh?" He said and nestled into Zuo Yang's arms.
"Hahaha, don't worry if you don't want to eat." Nighthawk looked at Zuo Yang again and said, "Yan Er will be here soon."
"Look at my memory." How could he forget Yan Er's healing skills?
"You, care will lead to chaos." After saying this, he looked at Zuo Yang and felt the weight in his arms. Zuo Yang gently lifted her drooped head. In just a few words, she was already wandering in the dreamland.
When Yan Er came after hearing the order, Yun Wei had already told her to speak in a low voice and made it clear that His Highness was asleep.
It was the first time she saw Wuyou so close, "his face was pale and he was sleepy", this was her most intuitive feeling.
When he saw her ankle, Yan Er frowned: "This mosquito is too poisonous."
She clasped her hands together and recited something unintelligible to others. Then she placed her free hands on the swollen area. The electromagnetic waves in her palms penetrated the skin and slowly pushed out the poisonous blood. A lot of blood gradually emerged from the mosquito bites.
"Wait a minute!" Nighthawk suddenly shouted, making Wuyou shrink back in fear, and Zuo Yang also hugged her tighter out of habit.
Realizing how loud he was, Nighthawk suppressed his heartbeat and whispered softly: "Her blood... is different."
I saw that the red blood contained many flocs that looked like black feathers, and the blood was quickly sucked back.
"I'll go back to the tent to get the sampler and treat it later." He said and walked out quickly.
"Sir, why don't you put your wife down and lie down."
"No need, she sleeps soundly while holding her." Zuo Yang only looked at Wuyou's face with a lowered eyebrow, not caring that there was someone standing in the tent.
The King of Hell has very few rules, but he also knows that talking too much will lead to mistakes, so Luo Xue had no choice but to stand aside and wait quietly.
Fortunately, Nighthawk quickly ran out of breath and ran into the tent, ready to heal again, "Then I'll start." Saying that, Yan Er repeated the action just now, but before Nighthawk could collect it, the blood shrank again as if it was conscious. go back.
"Come again!"
Just like that, they couldn't collect anything. The two worked hard for a long time, but couldn't collect anything. They were even sweating nervously.
"Brother, don't bother. Do you have any mosquito repellent herbs in your tent?"
"Yes, there is, but there is no way to purify it now." Nighthawk said regretfully.
"Let Yunting get some later, I want to make a purse for Wuyou."
"Sir, how about I do it? After all, I am a girl and I can still sew and thread."
"My Highness doesn't like to wear other people's things." A low-pitched voice floated from outside the tent.
Yan Er's heart trembled when she heard this, and she quickly looked at Zuo Yang. Only then did she realize that the impatience on the adult's face was serious. She hurriedly admitted her mistake: "Yan Er knows I was wrong."
"Go down."
"Yes." Yan Er retreated dejectedly, and happened to bump into Gui Yin outside the tent. The green will-o'-the-wisps made her run away in shock.
"Zuo, Yan Er has no second thoughts, she just wants to do her best."
"Brother, I know, but I also want to sew a purse for Wuyou with my own hands." His own daughter-in-law hurts herself, and he doesn't want to do it to others.
Seeing that his younger brother was just doing it to express himself, he felt relieved: "Okay, I will go back and prepare herbs for you now, but don't make the stitches too ugly."
"That will definitely look better than what Wuyou Seam gave me..." Before he could say anything, his expression changed drastically.
