The alluring female Zhuge: forced to be a concubine

Chapter 803 Lianxin Undoes the Curse②

However, the more this blood curse is suppressed, the more uncontrollable it will be when it erupts, and it can even kill people in the instant it erupts.At this time, Lian Xin already knew that she couldn't delay any longer.

She rushed to the side of the bed, took out a dagger, found a white jade bowl for decoration in the room, and slashed lightly on her wrist, letting the blood drip into the white jade bowl for a whole bowl, just now Manually stop the bleeding.

Bringing the blood in the white jade bowl to Zhuo Zhifu, Lian Xin asked, "Where is the wound of the blood curse?"

"On the back." Wuhen replied instead of Zhuo Zhifu, and then turned her body so that her back was facing Lian Xin.

Looking at the wound on Zhuo Zhifu's back that had stopped bleeding but was still ferocious, Lian Xin's hands trembled slightly, and finally said: "Girl, you must take off your clothes, this wound is too big, I..."

Before Lian Xin finished speaking, Zhuo Zhifu tore off her clothes, leaving only a bellyband, and then reached out to block Wuhen's waist, completely exposing her back in front of the two of them.

It's not that she wanted to hug Wuhen's body, but at this moment, after tearing off her clothes, she obviously felt weakened, and she couldn't help but rushed towards Wuhen standing in front.

Suddenly seeing Zhuo Zhifu's snow-white back, feeling the weakness of her arms around his waist, Wuhen hurriedly took a step forward to make her lean more comfortably, and then moved his eyes away from the wound, looking aside Lian Xin was stunned.

"Hurry up." Wuhen urged.

After regaining her senses, Lian Xin quickly sterilized the dagger on the charcoal stove at the side, and then began to cut a thin incision on the black part of Zhuo Zhifu's wound, allowing the black blood inside to slowly flow along. Her back slipped and dripped into the white jade bowl that Lian Xin had prepared long ago.

The blood dripping in the white jade bowl suddenly boiled, and a puff of white smoke gradually rose.

"Hold your breath." Lian Xin shouted at Wuhen, waved her hand to disperse the smoke, and then wiped her wound over and over again with a white cloth stained with her own and Zhuo Zhifu's blood.

Every time Lian Xin wiped it, Zhuo Zhifu's back could not help but tense, and her fingers could not be restrained from sinking into Wuhen's muscles.The pain of breaking the curse was not something very people could bear, but she didn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)