The Talented Doctor

However, seeing the sight in front of him, he was stunned.

He Xi was actually inserting a needle into the dead body, and the needle was not enough. She took the cut off hands and feet of the dead body again, and again flew the needle and threaded, and sewed all the limbs together.

Unintentionally admitted that this girl looked so holy and dazzling when she focused on stitching, like a **** who can decide life and death.

After the broken limbs of Xi Jia were sewn on, except for a circle of stitched scars, there was no trace of being chopped off at all.

However, this cannot be changed, the fact that Nalan Hexi has received too much stimulation and is close to collapse.

Otherwise, how could a normal person treat the corpse and carefully sew up the severed hands and feet of the corpse.

The most frightening thing is that Hexi's stitched one was not enough. He moved the other nine corpses to a clean corner, and then needled them one by one, and then sutured or treated their battered bodies.

When she stitched the sectioned body of the ninth servant, Wuxin finally couldn't help taking a step forward and whispered: "Princess, these people are already dead, and you... please be sorrowful and change."

Hexi's stitches did not stop in the slightest, but his long eyelashes were raised, and he looked at Wuxin's tangled face, her haughty eyes looked at her, clearly looking at her insane.

Hexi ignored him and quickly dealt with everyone's trauma, and then took out a purple gold medicine pot from the space.

When the Zijin Medicine Ding first appeared, it was only the size of a fist, but when it touched the ground, it became bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye it became a huge furnace that could hold dozens of people.

He Xi poured the diluted Lingquan water into the cauldron without hesitation, and didn't stop until he poured half of the cauldron.

She glanced at Wuxin with a stunned look, and slowly said, "If you stand aside really empty, use the spirit fire to heat up this cauldron."

Unintentionally startled, and then became a little bit angry.

He is a martial artist in the dignified Yuan Ying stage, and now this woman is calling him like a small servant.

What's more, these people have clearly cut off their breathing, and there is no half-divided spiritual power and life fluctuations throughout the body. What is this woman trying to do in such a toss.

Unintentionally resisted the urge to slap this woman flying, and said coldly: "Wang Hao, I tell you that the princess is looking at the master's face. But you had better not get an inch, these people are obviously dead, you in the end. Want me to remind you a few times..."

Before Wuxin's words were finished, the wings of his nose shrank suddenly, and there was an incredible light in his eyes.

His body was as straight as a rock, he didn't dare to move up and down, his shocked eyes fixedly stared at the delicate face of the girl close at hand.

He Xi held a dagger thin as a cicada-wing in his hand, and the blade of the dagger exuded a strange emerald cold light.

At this time, the dagger was firmly attached to his neck, as if the next moment, his flesh and blood would be cut open, allowing toxins to penetrate into his body.

Wuxin's mood at this time can no longer be described as shock. Although he was not fully guarded just now, he did not open the spiritual shield. But after all, he is a warrior in the Yuan Ying period, a small foundation-building period warrior wanted to sneak attack him, it should have been a joke like a fantasy.

However, just now he hadn't seen how Hexi moved at all, and he didn't even know how she achieved the perfect hidden breath and body shape before appearing in front of him.