The wound on his chest looked very ferocious. Even though Feng Qingyu was used to seeing all kinds of wounds, he still felt a little jump when he saw it, and he felt very dazzling.

She tried her best to make her feet lighter, and the edge of her palm accidentally touched his chest, which naturally made him feel a little moved.

Di Yuqi paused a little, clenched her fists, and glared at Di Shiyin!

Although she didn't say anything, the word "pervert" was clearly written in her big eyes.

Di Shiyin's heart thumped, her handsome face turned red, and she felt a little ashamed for the first time, so she simply closed her eyes and did not dare to look at her.

Feng Qingyu has known him for so long, and it is the first time he has seen such a thick-skinned person blush and ashamed, and he is quite amused.

The actions of his subordinates became somewhat lighter or more serious.

Indra was pricked by her and sweated coldly, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing that he was honest, Feng Qingyu put his hands and feet lighter again...

After finally sewing the wounds on the chest and abdomen, Feng Qingyu straightened up and patted his little hands: "Okay, you can recover by meditation."

Indra slowly sat up and waved to her: "Qingyu, come here."

Feng Qingyu added two pieces of firewood to the fire, and did not move the place: "What are you doing?"

He looked at the blood robe on his body again: "Can you change the robe with magic?" The blood on this robe was a little dazzling.

Indra sighed softly, "I'll try."

He closed his eyes slightly, and a faint white light flashed. When the white light dissipated, his clothes were still the same clothes, but the blood stains were removed...

Feng Qingyu frowned and looked at him: "Are you okay?" She always felt something was wrong with him.

Di Shiyin smiled and said calmly: "It's better, it's already much better.

He took a breath: "Qingyu, come here."

"What the hell are you going to do?" Feng Qingyu raised his eyebrows. Why did he let her go over again and again?

"What, I'm afraid I'll eat you?" Di Shiyin smiled, but his eyes were slightly depressed.

What exactly did she guard against him?

Feng Qingyu naturally knew that he would not do anything to him, but she still had a shadow in her heart and didn't want to get too close to him...

"If you have something to say, just say that." Feng Qingyu was a little further away from him, sat next to the fire, adding a piece of dry fire to the fire, and the flames dyed her cheeks a faint blush, as fresh as an apple.

Indra did not speak, closed his eyes slightly, as if he was meditating and accumulating strength.

Feng Qingyu ignored him and sat next to the fire and took a nap.

She is still a child's physique and the child is sleepy. She has been busy for another day and night. At this moment, she is a little sleepy and takes a nap without realizing it.

In her sleep, she felt surrounded by a warm breath, and her body seemed to be immersed in a hot spring. The flowing water wrapped her layer by layer, penetrated into her body little by little, but she didn't feel stuffy, but she felt very comfortable.

She curled up like a kitten and snuggled to the center of the hot spring to make herself more comfortable.

"Qingyu——" A low sigh in his ear, like a chanting, cold and gentle, as if entangled with deep bonds and entanglements, as if joyful and sad.
Chapter completed!