The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 253

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai took the oil lamp in his hand, and then handed him the knife in his hand.

He took the knife and scratched his left arm.

The wound was as deep as Qiao Mai's, and blood oozed out.

He lowered his head to lick the wound, like he did to Qiao Mai.

"Okay, just wait." After licking, he raised his head and subconsciously looked at Qiao Mai who was standing opposite.

Qiao Mai happened to be looking at him.

Her peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, and she was staring at him without blinking.

He choked for breath, as if his heart had been hit by something.

Pressing into a straight line, he quickly lowered his eyes.

The Qiao Mai in front of him is really too good-looking.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Mai felt a little uncomfortable.

She coughed twice, and raised the oil lamp to her arm.

"Eh?" Her beautiful eyes widened.

Tong Sanlang heard the sound and immediately looked over.

The wound that was bleeding and turning skin just now has scabbed over.

The bright red blood scabs dotted the snow-white skin, inexplicably reminding him of the red plums blooming in the snow in winter.

……

This idea is a bit weird.

He pursed his lips, quickly put away the messy thoughts in his heart, and looked down at his arms.

Still bleeding.

Just now he licked off the blood from the wound, but now there is blood oozing out again.

"Huh? Yours isn't healed yet." Qiao Xiaomai also looked over, seeing that his wound was still bleeding, a look of surprise flashed across his little face.

"Why doesn't your saliva work on your own wounds?"

Tong Sanlang was silent.

Since he was a child, he has suffered many traumas due to martial arts practice, but his wounds have always healed at a normal speed, and there has never been such a situation where scabs formed instantly.

It is Qiao Xiaomai who has divine power, not him.

"Your saliva is useless to your wound, but it is useful to mine. Hmm...how about I lick it for you? Maybe my saliva is useful to your wound?" Seeing that Tong Sanlang remained silent, Qiao Xiaomai thought Think about it and make your own guesses.

I'll give you a lick.

These five words made Tong Sanlang's body instantly stiff.

He held his breath, opened his dark eyes slightly, and looked at Qiao Xiaomai in disbelief.

"Come here." Qiao Xiaomai hooked his fingers at him, motioning for him to stretch out his arms.

"No need." He came back to his senses and quickly took two steps back, "Blood tastes very bad."

"But you don't swallow it anyway."

"I'm a man, this kind of thing doesn't matter, your girl's family, it's not good." After hesitating for a moment, he put the knife in his hand back between his legs, took out a veil from his pocket, and wiped off the blood on the wound. Then he raised his arm up to Qiao Maimai, "You... spit on the wound."

If Qiao Xiaomai really did that kind of action, all the blood in his whole body would really burst out!
"Spit on the wound? What does it look like?" Qiao Mai frowned.

"Well... I haven't bathed for more than ten days, dirty." Thinking about it, Tong Sanlang quickly came up with a new excuse.

Joe Mai "..."

His clothes have always smelled of soap locust, and so does his hair!

How could it be possible to not take a bath for more than ten days!

"Really, you can just spit." Tong Sanlang said and held his arm to Qiao Maimai again.

Joe Mai "..."

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she spat at the wound embarrassingly.

Tong Sanlang reached out and spread the saliva evenly around the wound.

Joe Mai "..."

So weird...

She actually spit.

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(End of this chapter)