The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Feng Muting was shocked by Su Fuliu's sudden action.

Although Su Fuliu hurt the wound behind him with such a hug, the joy was greater than the pain.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he lowered his head and glanced at Su Fuliu: "What a crying little bitch, why does he cry all the time, he doesn't look like a man at all."

Su Fuliu sniffed: "Whoever said that men can't cry, the prince rushed into the sea of ​​fire to save the little one regardless of the danger, even if the little one was moved and cried."

"In my opinion, you didn't cry because you were moved, but you must have cried because you were scared by the raging fire." Feng Muting smiled.

"..." Su Fuliu admitted that he was indeed frightened.

But he was more moved by Feng Muting.

He never thought that Feng Muting would rush into the fire to save him regardless of the danger.

He owed Feng Mu Ting his life again, how should he pay it back!

At this time, Su Yan exclaimed: "My lord, your back..."

When Su Fuliu heard Su Yan's words, it seemed that when Feng Muting was hit by a beam when he was in the sea of ​​fire just now, he let go of his hand immediately, only then did he realize that his hands were covered with blood.

So he quickly walked around behind Feng Muting.

Feng Muting wanted to hide from him, but he still saw it.

Su Fuliu saw Feng Muting's back and was frightened, a large part of Feng Muting's back was bloody.

"Oh my god, call the doctor here quickly." Su Fuliu exclaimed, and then went to support Feng Muting, "My lord, I will help you back home."

"It's okay." Feng Muting said.

"It's all right, the meat is cooked, and the little ones can smell the aroma of barbecue!" Su Fuliu said angrily.

Feng Muting has become like that behind his back, how can he say he's fine.

Feng Muting was amused by his words: "It seems that you are not only a small money fan, but also a snack."

Su Fuliu wasn't in the mood to joke with him, seeing him behind his back like this made his heart ache to death.

Even if the wound on his back healed, it would probably leave a large scar.

"My lord, don't talk anymore, let's go back to the room and let the doctor come over and treat the wound of your lord!" Su Fuliu said.

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu's nervous and distressed look, and smiled slightly: "Okay."

Afterwards, Su Fuliu helped Feng Muting back to the room, and the government doctor also rushed over.

"Help the prince take off his clothes." The doctor said.

Su Fuliu nodded, and carefully helped Feng Muting take off his clothes, but no matter how careful he was, he still tore the piece on his back.

He didn't dare to exert any force in his hands, but the expression on his face was very forceful.

Feng Muting looked at him like that and thought it was funny: "Those who don't know, looking at your expression, think you have used all your strength to take off this clothes."

"Aren't you afraid of hurting the prince's wound, my little one? The prince hurts!" Su Fuliu replied.

"However, if you take it slowly like this, you can't guarantee that you won't hurt the wound. On the contrary, it will make me hurt from time to time. It's better to grit your teeth and take it off." Feng Muting said.

Su Fuliu froze for a moment, thinking that he had pulled Feng Muting's wound several times just now, if Feng Muting hadn't had good endurance, he would have cried out in pain.

"Then, then...the little one can just take it off, my lord, hold on!" Su Fuliu said.

Feng Muting nodded.

Su Fuliu took a deep breath, then gritted her teeth and directly took off her clothes.

He saw it all, the clothes took a piece of skin off, and Feng Muting just frowned, endured the pain, and didn't make a sound.

Afterwards, Su Fuliu hurriedly said to the doctor: "Hurry up and help the prince deal with the wound, take it easy, don't hurt the prince!"

The mansion doctor nodded and said to Feng Muting: "My lord, lie down on the bed, the little one will come to treat your wound, the small one will naturally be treated very lightly, but this kind of wound, no matter how light it is, , it will also hurt, and when the medicine is applied, it will be even more painful, the prince should be mentally prepared."

"I know, it's fine." Feng Muting said after laying down on the bed.

On the other hand, Su Fuliu frowned after hearing the doctor's words. He thought about it, and then...