The full-level master just wants to be a waste

In order to complete a lie, it is often necessary to tell countless lies.

Fu Xia knew it well, but still refused to repent, and chatted to his little backer without changing his face: "I originally wanted to follow my senior sister to see it, but when I passed by, I smelled the blood on that demon's body. You saw me too, and I couldn't do anything—fortunately, Senior Sister rushed over."

Seeing Fu Xia's appearance, Ning Rong didn't think much about it. While telling Fu Xia that the bloody smell on the demon's body might be killing someone, she asked Fu Xia with the medicine: "Do you want to apply some?"

Fu Xia nodded, and unbuttoned his coat by himself.

Just as I was about to tell my little backer to be gentle when applying the medicine, I saw that the little backer had already put the medicine bottle on the table, and walked stiffly to the door.

The ears are still red.

Fu Xia: "..."

Unhappy.

But he still didn't call his senior sister again, but picked up the medicine bottle by himself, and tentatively applied a little medicine to the small wound on his arm.

It's fine if the senior sister doesn't do it herself.Otherwise, I really couldn't explain why I was rubbing my chest when the injury was on my arm.

Fu Xia smelled the fragrance of the ointment in the air, twirled the wound with his fingertips, looked at the texture of the wound on his arm, and frowned slightly.

In fact, since she just came here, she has discovered that the temperature of her body is a little bit cooler.

This coolness means that it is a little cooler than the temperature of the ordinary human body.

There is only one point, it is normal not to feel it carefully.So Fu Xia didn't take it seriously at the time, he just thought it was because his body was weak and short of breath, that's why he was cold.

but now……

Fu Xia frowned and wiped off the ointment he had just applied, looking at his slightly torn wound, seeing the bright red blood oozing out, stretched out his hand to fiddle with it, and looked at the neat crack at the edge, becoming more and more puzzled.

She stretched out her hand and made another cut.

Blood gushed out immediately, bright red, but without much fishy smell.

Enduring the pain, Fu Xia looked at the wound and the blood-stained flesh.

Strange, this body doesn't seem to be... a normal human being.

Just weird.

Why did I suddenly come 3000 years later? What is going on with this body?Is that storybook true or false?

Fu Xia watched the blood flow out of his arm, thought for a long time but didn't come up with an ending, instead he grinned in pain.

She put her hand on the wound and stopped for a while, healing the wound.

The blood that has been shed cannot return.

Fu Xia stretched out his hand and squeezed a tactic, trying to clean up all these things.

The person who had just left opened the door and came in.

Ning Rong was a little shy to see Fu Xia Yuyi's broadband at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it after walking out.

Junior sister was already injured, that demon clan was so vicious, junior sister didn't know what kind of injury it was, why did she come out?

Junior Sister applied the medicine by herself, if the wound was more partial, if she turned around and stretched out her hand, it might just make the wound tear and make it worse.

Thinking about it, Ning Rong felt that her throat was dry, so she opened the door and came in to help.

At this glance, I saw a large area of ​​red on Fu Xia's arm.

It almost hurt Ning Rong's eye.

Fu Xia looked at the person who pushed the door and came in, a little suffocated.

Senior Sister, why are you back at this hour? !

So how am I going to explain the fact that there is no wound under such a pool of blood? !

Ning Rong walked quickly to Fu Xia's side, looked at Fu Xia's arm, and asked with a trembling voice, "Why is it so serious?"

I just left without asking a single question, and my junior sister applied the medicine herself... She was so seriously injured, how did she apply the medicine?

Ning Rong looked at the medicine bottle he had just put on the table, it had already been opened.

Ning Rong thinks she has been able to piece together what happened just now.

The junior sister opened the medicine bottle and wanted to apply the medicine, but because of the injury, she was clumsy, causing the wound to bleed again.

I blame myself, and I don't know what I was shy about just now.

Ning Rong thought so, and while comforting Fu Xia, she pinched the simplest body cleansing formula.

She watched the blood on Fu Xia's arm disappear little by little, afraid of Fu Xia's pain, and gently blew on Fu Xia's arm.

Fu Xia: "..."

Although the current situation is not very good, but why is the little backer so good.

Fu Xia looked at the little backer who was blowing air on her arm with red eyes, and the warm current rushed in her heart, so she didn't know what time it was.

She stared blankly at the little backer.

Ning Rong looked at Fu Xia's arm without blinking.

Little by little, the blood eventually disappeared.

The arm in his hand had no blood, and it was all white.

Like suet jade, white and translucent, smooth and cool, without a trace of blemish.

No wounds either.

Ning Rong looked at that arm, blinked, and looked over again.

Still no wound...

Ning Rong slowly raised her head to look at Fu Xia.

Fu Xia smiled slowly, not in a hurry, and even clenched his other hand into a fist, giving Ning Rong a cheering gesture: "Come on! All those who want to succeed must not be afraid of hardships, Possess willpower like steel! Only with a strong body can we forge a successful foundation!"

Ning Rong blinked, blinked again, still didn't understand everything in front of her eyes, let alone why her junior sister suddenly said something strange.

So she asked her junior sister very sincerely: "Why did you bleed so much?"

Fu Xia bit the bullet and said nonsense: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt! You have to believe me, I have a will of steel and a strong body!"

Ning Rong was silent for a while, looked at the arm without any wounds, and said in a low voice, "You have a body like steel."

There was so much blood, there were no wounds.

Fu Xia: "..."

If you really think so, it's not impossible.

Fu Xia was silent for a moment, looked up at the little backer again, saw his white jade-like arm in the little backer's hand along the way, and suddenly thought again.

A body like steel...

It's not entirely impossible.