Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

"Can someone else handle this matter? Why do you have to come to me?" Yang Ming opened the door of the most elegant and clean house in Heifeng Village and saw someone sitting on his knees on the soil covered with wolf skin. The purple girl on the kang said reluctantly.

"These people in Black Wind Village only joined us out of fear. Who knows what their real thoughts are. How can you safely let someone who doesn't know the details come to me for such a thing as healing my wounds? What if I am plotted against? What to do?" Zinu rolled her eyes at Yang Ming's coercion.

The location of the wound on her back was so tricky that it was impossible to apply medicine on her own, so she had to ask someone else to do it.

But in this Black Wind Stronghold, although there are women, how can Zi Nu feel relieved about those women? If anything happens, she may not even have a chance to regret it.

Looking around the Black Wind Stronghold, the only person who can make Zi Nu trust her back to the other party is Yang Ming.

Although Yang Ming is a man, when traveling in the world, some things must be done urgently and according to authority. Zi Nu is still very clear about the measurement.

However, Zi Nu is a woman after all. She is about to expose her back in front of a man, and even be exposed to more unspeakable sights. How can Zi Nu not feel any burden.

However, when she saw Yang Ming's coy and reluctant look, the burden in Zi Nu's heart lightened a lot and was replaced by resentment.

I haven't disliked him yet, but he has disliked me first.

"What you said makes sense, but let me declare first that you came to me for this. Don't think that I took advantage of you." Yang Mingdao.

Zi Nu couldn't help but tremble in her heart when she heard this, but when she met Yang Ming's gaze, she said very forcefully: "It's just you, a little kid? Tsk."

"Okay, you are wise, you are right." Yang Ming said helplessly.

"You also know that you want to call me sister." Yang Ming's helplessness fell in Zi Nu's eyes, which made her feel more at ease.

If Yang Ming had shown great expectation from the beginning, Zi Nu might have resisted now. Women's thoughts are often so interesting.

The same thing, because of Yang Ming's different attitude, made Zi Nu make different decisions.

"I'm not talking about age." Yang Ming muttered softly.

"Hurry up, I'm in pain." Zi Nu urged. She obviously didn't hear Yang Ming's mumbling clearly. Otherwise, Zi Nu would definitely re-examine Yang Ming and then consider whether her decision was really wise. .

"That's what you said." After Zi Nu had already said this, Yang Ming had no reason to delay and walked straight behind Zi Nu.

Zi Nu had also taken off her robe generously and was untying the placket on her chest. However, when she was taking off her sleeves, she couldn't help but frown. Although the wound was almost numb, such a move , there is still a heartbreaking pain.

On Zi Nu's back, there were three blood stains penetrating through the thick winter coat.

"You don't have to step back. I'll use scissors to cut a hole around your wound and expose the wound." Yang Ming held down Zi Nu's hand as she prepared to take off her underwear.

"You have the air of a gentleman." Zi Nu let go of her palms that were grabbing the buttons under her ribs, and subconsciously took a breath of understanding. She was a woman after all. How could it be possible for her to bare her breasts in front of a man? Don't care.

The reason why she asked Yang Ming to help her heal her injuries was purely out of desperation. Now that she had a better choice, Zi Nu was certainly happy.

"Forget about being a gentleman, I am now the big leader and evil person of Black Wind Village." Yang Ming said, picking up the scissors that Zi Nu had just used to cut the bandages, and cut off Zi Nu's underwear that was stained with blood on her back. A large round hole was cut around the wound.

The bloody wound in front of him instantly caught Yang Ming's eyes, making Yang Ming startled subconsciously.

The skin that could be vaguely seen under the bloodstains, the cracked flesh, all told the pain Zi Nu was suffering at this time. To a certain extent, such injuries were entirely caused by herself.

"What are you doing? Is there another level?" Zi Nu, who had been unable to sense Yang Ming's next move, urged.

"Yes." Yang Ming silently cut out the layers of purple breast-wrapping silk. If he had a trace of reverie before, then when he saw Zi Nu's wound, that trace of reverie disappeared. There was no trace.

If at this time, Yang Ming could still imagine how beautiful Zi Nu's delicate body looked under her clothes, then Yang Ming might really have to take a good look at his moral integrity.

As the purple silk piece fell, Zi Nu's injuries were completely displayed in front of Yang Ming.

Under the turned-up skin, dark-black blood seeped out, and the flesh inside the scar was strangely pale, which was a sign of necrosis.

"Does it hurt?" Yang Ming stretched out his fingers and gently pressed on Zi Nu's wound to squeeze out the congestion in the scar.

Under Yang Ming's squeeze, Zi Nu's back, which was numb due to extreme pain, felt a very novel and alternative feeling. That feeling made Zi Nu feel inexplicably flustered.

At this moment, Zi Nu seemed to be able to sense Yang Ming's eyes staring at the wound on her back, and could even feel the lines between Yang Ming's fingertips.

"What? Are you feeling distressed?" Zi Nu, who was panicking, said jokingly.

This is the best way she has summed up over the past few days to deal with Yang Ming. She is to turn against the guest, make teasing remarks, and make Yang Ming embarrassed first. In this way, Yang Ming is the one who is embarrassed, and not herself.

This time, Zi Nu used this trick again that she thought would be useful.

But this time Zi Nu obviously miscalculated, and what she responded to was not Yang Ming's panic, but a calm 'hmm'.

Yang Ming's calmness made Zi Nu become uneasy. Zi Nu quickly said: "You have a conscience and know how to feel distressed. In this case, when we divide the money, do you have to give me an extra 20%? I am seven and you are three.”

"Impossible." After hearing Zi Nu's joke, Yang Ming refused directly.

It's really expensive to talk about relationships, 20%, that's 20% of hundreds of thousands.

"I knew you were just talking the talk. If I really want you to pay the price, you could show your true colors." Zi Nu sneered.

"Be patient." Yang Ming said suddenly.

"Don't worry, I can bear it..."

Zi Nu took a deep breath. Before she could finish her words, Yang Ming's palm was directly pressed against the exposed wound on her back, and his broad palm covered the wound.

At that moment, Zi Nu realized that what Yang Ming asked her to endure was not pain, but another feeling.

Zi Nu clearly felt that in the palm of Yang Ming's back, there was a gentle and watery Qi swirling around. The vague Qi blended into the wound. Not only did she not feel the slightest pain, but There is an inexplicable itching, that feeling...

The energy circulated in the wound and blended into the flesh and blood. The almost stiff and necrotic flesh and blood seemed to come to life again, as if surrounded by an indescribable tenderness.

That is the sunshine that clears after the snow, it is the doting sight of a lover...

For a time, many scenes appeared in Zi Nu's mind. The Qi from behind penetrated her skin, blended into her flesh and blood, and even clicked in her heart.