The Temptation of a Killer: Stunning Spoils

Chapter 111 What Did You Touch?

Thinking of this, he slowly closed his eyes to rest his mind.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open.

Murongge was carrying a bamboo basket and was carrying a pheasant in his hand. When he saw Qi Shujian leaning against the wall "dying", he rushed forward, slapping his face with his dirty little hands, "Shujian!" , Shujian, don't die, wake up, Shujian..."

Qi Shujian grabbed her hand and stared at her displeasedly: "Do you want me to die that much?"

From the moment she pushed the door open, he already knew that she was back, but he didn't open his eyes, but she thought he was dead!

Murong Ge breathed a sigh of relief, "Seeing that you are still alive, I feel relieved!"

Qi Shujian smelled a strange smell, and only then noticed that there was something black on her hand, and that strange smell was coming from her hand, and pushed her hand away: "What did your hand touch!"

Murong Ge smiled embarrassedly, "When I was catching pheasants just now, I touched something and forgot to wash my hands. I'm sorry, I'll just wash it, I'll wash it..." She said quickly rush out the door,

Qi Shujian didn't realize until later that she just slapped his face with her hands?Didn't this dirty thing stick to his face?

Damn it!He cursed under his breath.

He has always been obsessed with cleanliness, how can he stand this smell, he can only keep wiping his face with his hands until the skin is about to peel off, but he can't wipe off the smell...

In the dilapidated small hut, a ball of flames rose, Murong Ge kept blowing into the fire, and added more firewood, finally making the firewood burn.

She was very excited, this was the first time she got wood to light a fire by herself.For a long time, almost all the tasks were carried out with my sister. With my sister, she would naturally take care of her. Generally, my sister would not let her do these tasks.

She took a piece of firewood, put a pheasant in it, put it on the fire grill and started to roast it. Suddenly, she thought of something, and then she took a basket from the side and handed it to Qi Shujian: "This is the herbal medicine I picked for you. I don't know if it's suitable for you." Use it, take a look."

Shujian picked some herbs, crushed them, applied them on the wound, and then bandaged them up. His movements were skillful and not unfamiliar at all, which showed that he was used to this kind of injury.

"Has the poison been forced out?" She asked with concern.

(End of this chapter)