The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

The wide sleeves were lifted, and the criss-crossing scars were revealed.

The blood mixed with the fragrance of medicine was flowing out, and Ji Yueli was still exerting force on her hands.

Ling Qingxuan stepped forward and slapped the dagger away and grabbed his wrist, "Ji Yueli, what's wrong with you?"

Different from the domineering and lazy in the past, he is like a young man who has not yet experienced the world, with fear and innocence in his eyes.

Curling up, he murmured, "Blood, for you."

It was the darkest day in his life. Luo Zhi took medicine, and he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide. Even to eat, he was forced into it.

Luo Zhi won't let him die, he is dead, where can I find another him?

Every once in a while, a wound will appear on his body, and the pain is almost numb to him.

Life is better than death, nothing more than that.

"I'll give you all the blood, will you kill me?"

His deep and cold voice became hoarse and soft, and he wanted to die.

"Not good." Ling Qingxuan interrupted directly, she reached out and hugged him into her cold arms.

Ji Yueli's body was trembling since she hadn't received such a hug for a long time.

Now he is in a nightmare, full of vulnerability.

"It's my seat that's late." Ling Qingxuan patted him on the back lightly.

The spiritual power emanating from her body wrapped around his wound and accelerated healing.

[...] The host violated the rules, it should stop it, but...

Forget it, shield, it doesn't know anything.

"It hurts." Ji Yueli wrapped her waist around her and rubbed her neck in a muffled voice.

During spiritual repair, the damaged skin will grow new flesh, which will itch and hurt.

"Forbearance."

A manly man, learn to be patient.

"I can't take it anymore." Ji Yueli couldn't take it anymore, so he let go of her and wanted to scratch the scars on his body.

"Be obedient." Ling Qingxuan grabbed his dangling hand and raised his head to seal the thin murmuring lips.

Ji Yueli became a lot quieter when it came into contact with the icy cold.

The little girl led him slowly, drawing his attention to it.

The soft sweetness dissolves the pain in the abyss.

"Master..." Ziyi was holding the water, and before he stepped on the threshold, he saw this pleasing picture.

It seemed that something had fallen to the bottom of the valley and could not rise.

On the edge of the wooden basin, his fingers were white, and he couldn't breathe. Only by opening his eyes could he let the suppressed lungs breathe.

Sister...

It was a strange feeling, like something that belonged to him had been snatched away.

He didn't want to take another look and turned to leave.

...

Ji Yueli fainted unconsciously, Ling Qingxuan let go of him, and peeled off his clothes with a frosty face.

Even though the spiritual power is repairing, those scars are still shocking.

Years passed and it never got better.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the past one after another, and the time spent staying was much slower than when reading a book.

After refining the medicine in the pill furnace, Ling Qingxuan fed him to take it.

Then she drank water, wiped his body, and applied the plaster with the medicinal juice to speed up the healing.

After changing his clothes again, Ling Qingxuan sent him to the room and covered him with a quilt. He touched his forehead and felt that the temperature was returning to normal before closing the door.

The little girl slowly paced the medicine field, checking the growth of the herbs from time to time, but she never let go of anything in those eyes.

Where is Roger?

As soon as zz appeared, he heard his host ask this.

It quickly said: [I was locked up by the villain. 】

That is, still alive.

What about Lu Xizhi?

[Locked up with Luo Zhi. 】

zz, if this seat keeps letting the heroine die and rebirth, can it go back to a few years ago?

[This...] zz replied cautiously: [It shouldn't work, the heroine should return to after the disappearance of the valley owner at most. 】

That's it.

Ling Qingxuan's eyes were light, and she didn't say anything.

She strolled to Ziyi's door, and when she saw the candlelight inside, she reached out and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened, Ziyi's face was a little rosy, but his lips were slightly pale, "Senior sister."

He coughed twice and said, "I'm not feeling well, so come back to rest first."

Ling Qingxuan glanced at it, he seemed to have a fever.

She stretched her hand halfway and retracted it without touching his forehead completely.

"Take the medicine and rest early, and lie down for a while tomorrow."

After Ling Qingxuan gave the medicine, Ziyi didn't say anything. When he turned around and was about to close the door, Ling Qingxuan called to him.

"Ziyi, happy tenth birthday."

He paused for a moment, then said sideways, "Senior sister, remember today's day?"

"Remember." She took out a syringe and a pill.

The pill is a pill that does not invade a hundred poisons, and all the poisons in the poison book are ineffective against it.

There are three needles in the syringe, which can instantly knock down the enemy and weaken the internal force.

These are all life-saving things, Ling Qingxuan prepared in advance, but before giving it to him, something happened to the little guy.

"Your tenth birthday present."

The little girl's eyes were cold, never changed.

Ziyi bit her lip and reached out to take it.

"Thank you, sister."

"No thanks, rest well."

Looking at the back of the little girl leaving, Zi Yi leaned against the door frame.

Inside the house, the basin of cold water rippled gently.

...

In the darkness, someone kept pressing him down.

It seemed that he was going to be pushed to **** before he would give up.

Breathless, he waved his hands to the side, but was held by warm hands.

Ji Yueli opened his eyes abruptly, and in front of him seemed to be the room where he had rested in the Valley of Divine Medicine before.

Looking sideways, the little girl was holding a shiny silver needle in her hand, looking at him with a cold face.

"Situ Ling?"

Last night, he should have gotten sick and fought her.

What happened after that, he doesn't remember.

"Wake up." Ling Qingxuan said while inserting the needle, Ji Yueli lowered her eyes in a trance, and when she saw her clothes were open, she subconsciously slapped Ling Qingxuan.

Ling Qingxuan took it lightly, her spiritual power melted away, and a feeling of warmth passed to her body.

"you!"

Ji Yueli was stunned as soon as he finished saying a word.

The wounds on his body became lighter.

Those wounds that he never dared to expose in front of others have long been seen by the little girl and treated.

All of a sudden, all kinds of emotions came to my mind.

Ling Qingxuan pinched his face, "Relax, it's too hard, the needle can't go in."

He subconsciously slackened, and one after another silver needles were stuck on the acupuncture points, neatly arranged.

Ji Yueli lay on the bed and looked at the sky.

"You brought me back last night?"

"Um."

"My illness..."

Ling Qingxuan withdrew her hand and lit the medicinal incense.

"I can be cured, don't worry."

With the aroma lingering, Ji Yueli's heart gradually calmed down.

"It's ugly, the scars on my body."

As if the wound was torn and shown to her, Ji Yueli was trying to accept it.

But when he thinks of these scars, he still thinks of the past.

The little girl nodded, "Well, it's ugly."

[Host, please don't hurt the villain's young mind. 】

Ji Yueli's eyes dimmed for a moment, and the little girl approached, filling his sight.

"But I'll get you back to normal, including here."

A cold palm rested on his chest.

Ji Yueli was almost unable to hear her own heartbeat.

dying.

His face was hot.

And he didn't dare to look at her at all.

What's the matter!