Prison of Black Wounds

, he put down the marching map in his hand and came behind Long Yan, his brows getting deeper and deeper.

Staring at Long Yan's hand gently rubbing on the man's white belly, he said, "Long Yan, are you treating his internal injuries?" Just as he was talking, he saw a stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth When he got down, the bright red color slipped from his thin chin and landed drop by drop on his pale and thin chest, which was a bit dazzling and coquettish.

Long Yan curled his lips and said, "What to cure, it can't be cured anyway."

With a little force from his hands, his flat belly sank slightly.

"Does he usually eat?"

Long Yan sneered angrily: "Didn't you see that I was serving as a nanny every day to feed him porridge?"

"That's all??"

Can that be called rice?It's just a bowl of porridge.

Think about which of the soldiers under his banner doesn't eat big bowls of white rice?

"I said Nasser, he has no self-awareness at all now, it's good to know how to eat, don't you think he can distinguish between sweet and bitter?"

Naser was blocked for a moment and didn't know what to say. Just when he was thinking that maybe he really shouldn't name the other person, he caught sight of the man's slender body swaying from the corner of his eyes, and hurriedly reached out to hold his shoulder, palm He frowned at the touch coming from under him.

"give it to me."

Naser didn't give Long Yan a chance to refuse, and took the medicine box directly from his hand: "You didn't sleep last night, did you? Go and rest. I will change the medicine in the future."

Long Yan opened his mouth to say something, but was blocked by Naser with a wave of his hand. After thinking about it, he didn't bother to speculate on Naser's mind, and he was really tired, so he turned and walked out of Naser's tent.

Naser looked at the "doll" in front of him for a while, then gently called the name he gave him, "Ran..."

Under the influence of the medicine, it was impossible for him to give Nassar any reaction. He just stood quietly, not even feeling the pain.

Naser sighed, stretched out his hand and pulled him to sit on the side of his bed, and then began to rub the medicine for him bit by bit. These days, the various minor injuries on his body have increased a lot, and his face Also added a lot of new injuries.

Nasser dipped his fingertips in the medicine powder and gently scratched the scar on his face, and said with a wry smile, "Your face is so small, can you stop hurting it? Do you want to ruin this half of your face?"

After speaking, I felt ridiculous again, the other party didn't understand at all, didn't I?

His hand stroked his somewhat messy long hair, and the soft feeling between his fingers made him linger for a while. He found that there was a lot of white hair mixed with his fingers, which was something he didn't pay attention to before, but now It actually made Nasher start to think wildly.

Think about where he came from, think about whether he is the same age as me or older than me.

A picture suddenly flashed in my mind. Naser stroked his bruised cheek and asked, "You...do you really feel nothing at all? Did you protect me when you fought against the enemy yesterday?"

He thought he was just a "doll", but when he was about to be plotted by the enemy, he rushed to his side recklessly to block the fatal blow. Naser was really moved by it at that time.

Of course the "doll" would not answer him, and just let him manipulate it, but slightly lowered his eyebrows when his hand was placed on the navel.

Naser looked at him in surprise: "Will it hurt here?"

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As he said that, he deliberately increased the pressure and pressed down. Sure enough, the opponent's body trembled irresistibly, his face turned a little pale, and the body that was sitting upright gradually fell to the side with some weakness.

Naser supported him in shock, let him lean back against him, and continued to take the medicine and rub it on his flat belly. The lifelike peony bloomed like a living thing, extremely coquettish.

The feeling under the palm is very soft, every time you rub it, it will cause a slight tremor, which makes Naser a little obsessed. He is surprised to find that this person's body makes him feel familiar, which is a feeling he has never had before. It's very strange, maybe because of his own massage, his body is colder than ordinary people, only the abdomen is warm.

"Um……"

Probably because of the severe pain, he bent his slender left leg and tried his best to tilt his head back. After a long while, he fell limply in Naser's arms. Naser looked down at him, but met his dark eyes, Surprised to find that there were shallow tears in his eyes, which did not fall, but just rolled in the eye sockets. He seemed to be trying very hard to open his eyes to see what was in front of him, but Naser knew he couldn't see at all.

"Hey, it won't hurt after you apply the medicine."

Feeling a little sour in his heart, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Nasser lowered his head and kissed his forehead like a demon, but the next second he even startled himself. The hand on his stomach subconsciously He gripped the ground, the body in his arms trembled violently, the person in his arms gasped, followed by a series of coughs, blood splashed from his throat and sprinkled on his pale face.

Naser patted his chest helplessly, and stroked his navel, which was almost accidentally injured by himself, his mind was still blank, and he couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

After the coughing of the person in his arms subsided, Naser put the person on the bed, but when he stood up, he found that the person had grabbed the corner of his clothes.

He lowered his head in surprise, his empty eyes trying to look at himself.

"Are you awake?"

Naser squatted down beside the bed, looked at him blankly, and asked again: "Are you awake?"

"Na..."

"Ok?"

Nassar leaned closer to him.

Then she raised her thin hand and rested it lightly on her lower abdomen, her pale lips were slightly parted, her voice was still hoarse and strenuous.

"Nather... Na..."

At that moment, Naser lowered his head hard, because he thought he heard it wrong, this "doll" was actually calling his name? ?

But it's not strange to know his name after fighting against him for so many years, but why now, why call him?

Nasser raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, his stagnant eyes did not respond, but his mouth stubbornly whispered his name.

Blood spilled from his mouth, his body moved slightly, Nasser's hand on his navel obviously felt the violent peristalsis coming from under his palm, he panicked and slowly input his internal force into his flat But Ke Ran spewed out a big mouthful of blood after standing up straight, so frightened that Naser stood up and rushed out of the tent without thinking about anything, shouting "Long Yan" and sent the doctor who had just fallen asleep to sleep again. Caught it back.

Before Long Yan could get dressed, he was dragged here. He glanced at the man on the bed who was convulsed and vomiting blood, and gave Nasser an angry look.

"I thought it was a big deal, and you called me up again because of this?"

"He vomited blood, why is it not a big deal?"

Nassar almost roared.

"The effect of the medicine is over, just continue to take the medicine."

Naser didn't understand Long Yan's words for a moment, and looked at him strangely: "What medicine?"

"Pfft..." Long Yan just poured himself a glass of water and almost spit it all out. He looked at Naser who was anxious, "Isn't it you? What else can there be besides Qian Zhen?"

Naser was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, as if he just remembered, he rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly.

"Nather? What's wrong? Head hurts again?"

"No...it's nothing," Nasser waved his hand at him, "You go out, I think I'm just a little tired."

Long Yan looked at him tangled: "Nather, don't force yourself too much, I will send someone to send Qian Zhen in later."

Nasser nodded, pulled a forced smile at him wearily, and looked at the weak man who could only twitch and convulse all over, and didn't even have the slightest strength to resist the pain.

After an unknown amount of time, Naser stood motionless until someone walked into the tent, and Naser turned around, but his outstretched hand never took the bowl of pitch-black concoction.

"This...Your Majesty, let the subordinates come down."

"Forget it, no need, in the future..."

Nassar hadn't finished his last words when he was interrupted by an urgent notification. He looked outside the tent and said, "Come in."

The person who came was injured, not serious, but looked very tired.

"what happened?"

"Woo... The wood wolves set fire to the granary in Longdu City, and General Sen asked the little one to come back and ask for reinforcements."

Naser's eyes widened angrily when he heard the words: "What a wolf tribe, how dare they be so blatant, how did they know where the granary is?"

"This little one doesn't know either. General Sen has already sent someone to investigate... rescue is urgently needed now."

"Well, let's go ahead and bring [-] soldiers and horses to the rescue."

"Well, General Sen also said..."

"what?"

Nasser looked down at him coldly, watching the man shiver, but he would be dead if he said it or not, and he might not be dead if he said it, so he gritted his teeth and said, "General Sen said that he wanted to borrow His Majesty's 'doll'." Use it, he is sure to take down the two cities of Feng and Yin tomorrow."

Naser's heart trembled, and he hesitated for a moment.

Do you want to let him go?

He was already a weapon, and he himself once told Sen Qiuyi that although he could use it,...why is he so reluctant at this moment?

"His Majesty?"

"Understood, call Long Yan over."

"Yes."

Naser took the medicine bowl from the guards just now and waved at them: "Go down."

Slowly returned to the bed, reached out to hug his slightly trembling body, covered his eyes that were trying to open with one hand, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Come on, drink it obediently. It hurts."

There was a hint of coldness from his wrist, and his thin and cold hand held Nasser's wrist, without any strength, but it seemed to grab Nasser's heart.

"Nather... Na... um..."

Nasser put away his burgeoning compassion, no longer gave him the opportunity to call his name to distract him, and poured the potion