A few days ago, I was stunned by this woman named Huan Niang, inside and out. If I hurt him, I wouldn’t wait until this moment, so I don’t have to worry about it.

Slightly jaw, let the guards help untie the robe, revealing the white cloth wrapped inside.

Huan Niang stepped forward, untiringly untied her hands and feet, and exposed the wound completely, and then began to clean her hands and feet lightly.

No matter how light she moves, she will inevitably encounter a wound, but Tuoba Yuanzai, as if she can't feel it, looks at her movements coldly as a bystander.

When you get close, you can easily find the secret connection between the human skin mask and the temple hair. The treatment is extremely meticulous. If there is doubt in advance, Tuoba Yuanzai can't find it immediately. [

The faint floral scent is very special, one by one piercing into the nostrils, alluring, but full of a strong sense of death.

"This wound is very special. What kind of hidden weapon hurts?" Huan Niang's fingers are cold, not like the temperature of a normal person. When touching the skin, the cold is frustrating.

"I don't know, I haven't found the murderer." Tuoba Yuanzai was attracted by the black and bright enchanting flowers on her head. He has lived for more than thirty years and has never seen a flower grow. Into this color.

Black, full of the smell of death, burned with all things, at the beginning.

"In seven days, your injury will be completely cured." After applying the externally applied medicated mud, I still found a clean cloth tape to help him wrap up the wound. The bodyguard put the medicine bowl on the side and it just cooled down. Appropriate temperature, the entrance is slightly hot.

"I can't wait for seven days, so I have to set off today." He still has something to do, and Xuanyuan Yao will not stop halfway, waiting for him to heal the wound before leaving.

If he was allowed to return to the capital, the tortoise retracted into the heavily guarded palace. . .