Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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Yun Hua shook his head slightly: "If you use Mabosan, the wound will heal very slowly."

"There will also be scars. Although we cultivators don't care about the beauty and ugliness of this body, you are still young, you are still a child, and leaving such scars will have a psychological shadow."

Qi Luoer waterfall Khan, it turns out that the master is a psychologist, and he knows the psychological shadow.

It turns out that this fictional dynasty is not exactly the same as in ancient times...[

Although she also left a few scars on her body due to her practice, they were harmless.

And now the bloodstains on her body are winding and criss-crossing all over her body like snakes. If they really turned into scars, it would be so ugly!

It's all because Ye Tian asked that pervert!

One day, sooner or later, she will tear him into pieces to avenge today's hatred!

She gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay, Master, I'm ready, you can start!"

Her small face was resolute, with the air of calmly facing death.

Yun Hua nodded lightly. Although there was no expression on his face, he admired the young disciple's strength in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and conjured up a crystal tray as if by magic.

The tray is densely packed with large and small knives, tweezers, scissors, needles, and thin threads of different colors...

Looking at the whole set of guys, Qi Luoer swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

I didn't expect Master to be so powerful in fairy art, and his medical skills are also so good.

Looking at this set of equipment, he is simply a surgical expert...

Yun Hua stretched out his finger, and Qi Luoer couldn't move again.

Seeing Yun Hua pick up a gleaming knife, Qi Luoer closed his eyes and dared not look any further.

, Yun Hua's hands began to fly up and down, using scissors, knives, and tweezers alternately, to work on the wound on Qi Luoer's body.

Digging up carrion, grafting blood, cleaning wounds, applying medicine, suturing...

His movements were extremely fast, extremely soft and swift.

It's as if a person has ten hands, often in just an instant, a wound is treated by him...

Qi Luoer almost bit her lips, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she insisted on holding back without saying a word. [

After about half an hour, all the wounds on Qi Luoer's body were finally treated.