Vicious female supporting role, gender male

After Feng Rugui finished speaking, he ignored Jiang Wuqi and walked straight ahead.

His palms had just been cut open by his ten fingertips, the wound was not deep, and it would not heal for a while, at this moment, blood beads overflowed again, and the warm blood beads twisted and dyed red His fingertips fell from the fingertips again, seeping into the wilderness covered with corpses.

Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui's estranged back, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your hand is bleeding."

"En." Feng Rugui didn't look back, but only responded lightly, and his footsteps didn't stop at all.

Seeing that Feng Rugui had no intention of stopping the bleeding, Jiang Wuqi quickly stepped forward, clasped one of his wrists, and said solemnly, "We'll wait until you stop the bleeding before we go back to the city."

Feng Rugui was forced to stop, then turned around, and said indifferently: "Master Dao, my hands are full of bone-deep wounds, and once this left hand was only a thin piece of skin on the wrist. Connected to the forearm, it took half a month for the wrist to barely heal, but now it's just a few small cuts, at most a cup of tea can stop the bleeding, so why worry about it?"

Feng Rugui's words did not mean to complain at all, his tone was flat and his expression was almost indifferent, as if he was narrating something about someone else.

Hearing this, Jiang Wuqi persuaded compassionately: "Why don't you take care of yourself?"

"Gu Xi?" Feng Rugui casually placed the tip of his right finger on Jiang Wuqi's finger, and pushed it away one by one.

When his left hand was free again, he raised his hand and brushed Jiang Wuqi's cheek with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "I've been in pain for too long, I'm used to it..."

Seeing that Jiang Wuqi was about to speak again, Feng Rugui slid his fingertips from Jiang Wuqi's cheeks to his lips, and held them weakly.

The smile in his willow-leaf eyes quickly faded: "Master Daoist, if you talk too much, it will be boring for no reason. You might as well stop it."

"You..." Jiang Wuqi opened his mouth, and Feng Rugui's fingertips touched his teeth, and a few blood beads wrapped around his fingertips even took the opportunity to flow into Jiang Wuqi's mouth and teeth.

Feng Rugui suddenly felt something was wrong, hurriedly withdrew his hand, took out a silk handkerchief, and handed it to Jiang Wuqi, Jiang Wuqi reached out to take it, but tore it in two, grabbed Feng Rugui's wrist, and bound it up.

Feng Rugui wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't because Jiang Wuqi exerted too much force on his wrist, and he didn't want to fight Jiang Wuqi, so he had no choice but to let Jiang Wuqi go.

Jiang Wuqi in front of him is really a fool, he is completely defenseless against this thousand-year-old evil spirit who has done many evils, and his body is full of flaws. If he has evil intentions, he can kill Jiang Wuqi with one move.

Jiang Wuqi bandaged Feng Rugui's palms properly, then heaved a sigh of relief and said, "The bleeding has stopped."

Feng Rugui sighed, rubbed Jiang Wuqi's lips in a strange way, and asked, "How does my blood taste?"

Jiang Wuqi said earnestly: "Pindao has never tasted other blood, so there is no way to compare it. I don't know if your blood tastes good or bad."

"Fool." Feng Rugui swept the silk handkerchiefs on his palms, looked at Jiang Wuqi's warm eyes and said, "Let's go."

The silk handkerchief that Feng Rugui used was always black, and these two pieces of black made his hands almost transparent, even the dark blue meridians on the back of his hands stood out.

The two were of similar stature and walked side by side. Before they walked out of the mass grave, suddenly, a faint cry for help exploded, which should have come through layers of barriers, and it was very depressing.

The two looked at each other, and both followed the sound.

This cry for help came from a pile of white bones. The owner of this pile of white bones should have passed away a long time ago. Some of the bones have been weathered into dust, and most of the rest are too fragmented to be able to see their original shape.

With a movement of the ruddy clothes, the randomly piled bones scattered obediently to both sides, and the person trapped under the bones was a woman, her limbs were tightly bound by thick hemp ropes Now, a face was torn open by vertical and horizontal wounds, and it looked like a mass of blood and flesh, and even a little bit of pale powder was embedded in the flesh and blood, which was extremely terrifying, and it was feared that someone had cut it open with a dagger.

The woman saw the sun again, and before she could make a sound, she coughed violently.

Jiang Wuqi squatted down, untied the hemp rope from the woman's body, and took out the hemostatic powder from his bosom.

Feng Rugui stared at Jiang Wuqi condescendingly, seeing his compassionate expression, the same as when he was just now persuading him to cherish himself.

He felt a little lost for some reason, and his ten fingers subconsciously burrowed into the wound that Jiang Wuqi had bandaged not long ago.

As soon as the pain came up, he immediately became more awake, bent down and asked the woman, "Who hurt you?"

"Yes..." The woman grabbed Jiang Wuqi's arm in fear, spat out a single word, and passed out.

Jiang Wuqi applied the medicine powder to the woman, and tore off the sleeves of her clothes to bandage her up, with gentle gestures.

Feng Rugui stood up straight, looked at the sky, and said: "Let's go, you and I are not doctors, she needs to go back to the city quickly for a doctor to treat her wound."

Jiang Wuqi nodded, picked up the woman horizontally, and walked towards the city together with Feng Rugui.

He was afraid that the woman would have other wounds on her body, so it would be inconvenient to use her body skills, so he had to walk quickly.

Feng Rugui remained silent, walking beside Jiang Wuqi, his palms overflowed with blood again.

He knew that Jiang Wuqi's attention was already on the woman, and he would never find out that he had hurt himself again, but at the same time, he couldn't help but hope that Jiang Wuqi would be aware of it.

In order not to disappoint himself, he deliberately fell behind Jiang Wuqi, one step, two steps, three steps... He got farther and farther away from Jiang Wuqi as he wished.

After walking a few more steps, Jiang Wuqi suddenly felt something strange. He looked back at Feng Rugui, his lips quivered, but he didn't make a sound.

Feng Rugui's hands had been hidden in the sleeves of his clothes, the next moment, Jiang Wuqi freed his left hand, and grabbed Feng Rugui's left hands from the sleeves of his clothes for a closer look.

Seeing that his hand was dyed bright red again, Jiang Wuqi said helplessly, "Why did you hurt yourself again?"