V2.Chapter 21

The flower on the street covered his blood flowing arm, stood up and looked at the Cape man who came out of nowhere and bit his pale lip.

The martial arts of a man with a cloak is obviously no weaker than that of a man. After a while, he temporarily blocks the man and then returns to the side of the flower on the street. His long arms firmly hold her slender waist and her toes are a little light.

In the next moment, he took her out of the window of medicine Pavilion and flew away.

The flower on the street leaned in the arms of the cloaked man, but she felt a sense of security for no reason in her heart. She was so surprised that she dropped her eyes and did not want to do what he thought.

Yan Beicheng, a cloaked man, went directly outside the city with flowers on the stranger's side, and went to find a clean house. She put her carefully on the bed, and subconsciously pulled a quilt to cover her.

At that time, the wound between the flowers on the street was too deep, the scarlet blood was still flowing slowly, and the blood color on her face faded to paper white because of too much blood loss.

Yan Beicheng looked down at her pale face. Her eyes were as deep as the bottom of the spring. She was silent for a few seconds. Then she said, "I will help you to deal with the wound."

At this time, the consciousness of the flower on the stranger was a little dim. When he heard Yan Beicheng say so, he nodded at will. Then he half closed his eyes and looked as if he were at your disposal.

Seeing this, Yan Beicheng leaned over and sat down, drew out the dagger from the waist of the stranger, and carefully scratched the clothes between her left arm from her shoulder.

The place where you look is more terrible than you think.

Between her delicate and white lotus root arms, a ferocious wound about half an arm long lay across her elbow. The skin of the wound turned white, and the red and dazzling blood was flowing from the ferocious wound little by little.

Just looking at it makes your scalp feel numb.

Yan Beicheng eyes suddenly deep, holding a small bottle of sapphire tight, after a long time, opened the small bottle, which will be the golden sore medicine poured up.

Powder scattered between the skin and flesh, immediately in exchange for a burst of pain, will be on the street flowers confused a few points of mind and again pull back.

She opened her eyes and glanced at her wound. She saw that Yan Beicheng, who was covered with a cloak, was somewhat clumsy in dealing with her wound. Her eyebrows suddenly frowned.

In this way, although the blood is stopped, how can such a big wound be done without suturing.

"I'll do it myself. You can help me find some spirits." Mo Shang Hua raised his right hand and held down Yan Bei Cheng's continuing action hand and opened his mouth low.

Yanbei city into the temple sword eyebrow immediately tight a Cu, "you a hand, how can you do."

The flowers on the street sat up on the bed, gently shook his head, "I'm ok."

Yan Beicheng fixed his eyes on the flowers on the street, called her eyes a clear, this agreed to come down, not a moment took a pot of wine back.

On the street flower does not hesitate to open the bottle, will drink directly toward the wound and pour down, wantonly pour the wound.

Compared to the powder pain on several times of the pain hit, the white lip petal of Mo Shang Hua miserably was bitten under her utmost forbearance, and a fishy sweetness was found between the lips and teeth, and the hands holding the wine pot trembled for it.

But in a flash, she held it tightly.

How could she be so cruel to herself.

Yanbei city in the heart of shock, ink pupil in the open a touch of inexplicable dark light, raised his hand to the lips of flowers on the stranger.

The flower on the street turns a hard eye to sweep, but still clench lower lip, never loosen a bit.

The wine in the pot was quickly poured out, and the flower hands on the street trembled slightly, and the wine pot immediately fell on the ground and was smashed.

"Can it go on?" Yan Beicheng could not help but open his mouth, and the ink pupil covered by his broad cloak crossed the color of worry that he had not noticed.

Moshanghua shakes her head, takes out the acupuncture bag from the sleeve bag, takes out a needle that has been put on catgut, takes a deep breath, stabs the needle tip into the skin and stitches it slowly.

The lip flap that had just been relaxed was bitten tightly again. In addition, the hand holding the end of the needle had been trembling slightly. The pain became more and more severe. A thin sweat suddenly appeared on her white and full forehead and fell down slowly along the nose wing.

Yan Beicheng's heart is somehow also a lump, slender ten fingers slowly tight, eyes light tightly locked on her suture wound.

Usually half an hour can complete the matter, but the stranger spent an hour and a half this time.

After stitching up, she was soaked in sweat, and her whole body was weak and weak. It was like this. She still forced herself to put on the medicine and bandaged herself, so she leaned on the bed weakly.

Yan Beicheng was sitting by his bed, and his dark and dark pupils were full of mystery. He couldn't see what his mood was.

There was silence in the room.

For a long time, the flowers on the street just pulled the dry lips, and said in a low voice: "you followed me all the way to Yuzhou. What do you want?"

The idea that Yan Beicheng was a cloaked man in front of him was wavering in his heart.

Yan Beicheng eyes slightly deep, did not answer her question, side head, light voice way: "Yu Wang Fu is not as simple as you imagine, there is no backing, do not want too strong."

A word instantly let the stranger flower silence down, the brain can not help but think of the medicine cabinet inside the master.Any person in the medicine cabinet can kill her. It can be seen that what he said is true.

It's just

How can he know so much?

Just to ask more questions, Yan Beicheng suddenly handed over a small green jade bottle, "this bottle is the best healing medicine, you take it."

On the street flower subconsciously will refuse, words to the mouth, but raw swallow, delicate jaw lightly.

"Go to sleep. I'll take you back tomorrow morning." Yan Beicheng stood up, whispered instructions, and then walked away.

On the street flower is tired, then also did not refuse, should a, then lie down again, close eyes rest shy.

When the flowers on the street fell asleep, Yanbei city quietly walked into the house.

He looked at the flowers lying quietly on the bed, moved in his heart, lifted his hand to gently wipe away the sweat stains on her forehead and nose. His eyes were a bit complicated and appreciative.

From the moment of dealing with the wound, there was no cry of pain. If I were someone else, I would have passed out several times without knowing the pain.

This is a terrible woman.

A room in the heart of the city wall at this moment, quietly collapsed a small piece, but he did not feel.

……

The next day before dawn, Yanbei city will be in accordance with the words of the street flowers quietly sent back.

On the street flower sits on the pear wood carved soft couch in his bedroom hall, and looks lax in his eyes.

When the cloaked man talked to her, she could hear that he seemed to know her identity and what happened to her. What was the identity of this person?

To be able to monitor her whereabouts so clearly, she must have certain rights here, and his figure is very similar to that of Yu Wang.

Can it really be the Yu king?

She remembered that when the cloaked man was fighting with the medicine cabinet master, he seemed to show a scar on his arm