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Anger appeared on Long Xuejian's face. This young man in front of her was always playing a hooligan.

Yang Fan swallowed his saliva, his eyes constantly shifting, "What is it?"

Long Xuejian did not have the strength to berate Yang Fan, so she could only swallow her anger as she watched.

Yang Fan retreated two steps, the position of his injuries was really too awkward.

"Princess, why can't you move? Your aura is only damaged."

"My meridians were originally broken, but with this Heart of Frost, they can be cured. However, right now, I don't have the strength to do so!"

Yang Fan slowly approached, walking very carefully.

"This …"

Hearing Long Xuejian's words, Yang Fan really couldn't bear it anymore, and sped up, arriving in front of Long Xuejian in two or three steps.

"If not for the Frost Heart Marrow stopping the bleeding, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago!"

Yang Fan didn't expect it to be this serious, and immediately checked Long Xuejian's injuries.

The clothes on his chest had already been torn, and one could see the deep wounds on his skin.

"Damn, why am I so confused? Luckily I am protected by the Heart of Freezing Heart, or else something really big will happen!"

Yang Fan carefully took out the clothes glass in front of his chest. Although his movements were light, it still made Long Xuejian frown.

Yang Fan had two lifetimes' worth of memories, so he still had a way to deal with this kind of wound.

In addition, the system space also contained cleaning and disinfecting drugs.

"Apologies!"

Looking at such a serious wound, how could Yang Fan have any other thoughts?

He took off Long Xuejian's upper body without any hesitation, and without any distracting thoughts.

Although Yang Fan appeared to be vulgar on the surface, his heart was pure and kind, and he knew some correct values.

Right now, his life was in danger, and he did not have those dirty thoughts in his head.

"AHH!"

Yang Fan tried to touch the wound, but he didn't expect that Long Xuejian's pain would be so intense.

"The wound is hardened. I'll help you clean it up. Endure it!"

Long Xueyin opened her eyes and looked at Yang Fan, only to discover that the young man in front of her, on the contrary, had a pure look in his eyes, without any impurities.

This was the complete opposite of his strength.

Yang Fan took out the medicinal wine from the system's storage space. He had previously bought this from Hundred Flowers City and thought it was useless.

He dipped the cotton cloth in the medicinal wine and gently wiped the bloodstains around the wound.

The medicinal wine was extremely strong, and would naturally cause pain when it came into contact with wounds.

Yang Fan held the bottle of medicine in one hand and put the other in Long Xue's mouth.

"I want to clear the wound. If it hurts, then bite my hand!"

"Hm!"

Yang Fan poured the medicinal wine into his mouth. That kind of stimulation was something no one could endure.

"AHH!"

Long Xue's thin, silver teeth bit hard on Yang Fan's arm. Yang Fan didn't use any battle qi to protect himself, because that would have shattered her teeth.

Yang Fan didn't dare to panic, seeing the white bubbles on his wounds, this proved that the condensed blood inside had been washed clean.

Yang Fan put down the bottle of medicine and a bottle of healing medicine in his hand. The red powder was poured onto the wound.

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine. With my strength, can you hurt me?"

But just now, Yang Fan didn't have the slightest bit of defense, so he could completely feel the pain.