The Mermaid Princess wants to divorce

Chapter 509 Paint the wall, a little black jade ointment
Footsteps sounded behind her, Su Ruxue turned her head and froze for the moment.

In the morning light, the young man in white lifted the bamboo curtain slightly, and slowly stood in the sunlight, like a real angel.

His jet-black hair was tied up casually, and a few mischievous strands fell on his cheeks. He stood up, not tall but so coordinated, not stained with a trace of dust.

The eyes were clear, with a touch of sadness, and the tear marks between the brows could hardly be seen, but the complexion was very pale, almost bloodless, almost transparent.

Su Ruxue woke up startled, and immediately stepped forward to help him.

"Are you okay? We'll go ashore to find a doctor right away." She remembered his injury, almost his entire back.

She didn't dare to think about it, so she put one hand on his shoulder, tapped her toes, and flew to the shore.

"Ru Xue, your martial arts are very high." Zarfan said in admiration, but she flew up easily after supporting him like this.

"It's okay." Mouxue, who had never known modesty, blushed quietly.

Zarfan is not talking, everything in this world seems too strange, he can even feel the eyes of people around him looking at him, so dazzling, only the woman in front of him is supporting him so hard.

She said it was his wife Su Ruxue.

Su Ruxue took him to a medical clinic. Although the old doctor was serious, he checked the injury on his back very seriously.

Su Ruxue was extremely bored, she watched the bustling streets through the window, this is Guihai, the imperial city of Tianmu Dynasty.

Sigh, it's only been two days, and she really misses Sujiabao a little bit. I don't know if my father will be very angry with her?

Biting his lip, he stretched his waist, and when Zarvan's health recovered, they would have fun in Guihai City.

She turned her head and saw that the old doctor was using a small brush to lightly brush Zarfan's back, as if painting a wall. Su Ruxue opened her eyes wide and ran over with a swipe.

"Doctor, what are you painting him?" It was so dark that it really looked like a wall.

"This is the plaster made by the old man. It can not only stop bleeding and pain, but also remove scars. It's just this one time, and it will never be rumored. It's called Black Jade Ointment. Little lady, do you want to buy some?"

The old doctor's eyes began to glow, and turned black, and he almost stuffed a little ointment through the black jade.

(End of this chapter)