The Temptation of a Killer: Stunning Spoils

Chapter 121 The Moment of Touching
A faint burning smell entered the tip of the nose, and Murong Ge screamed: "Ah, my medicine—" After finishing speaking, he ran to the fire.

After cooking for too long, the medicine was almost dry, and there was only half a bowl left. Murong Ge brought the half bowl of medicine to Qi Shujian's side, and blew it gently, as if the bowl of medicine in his hand was What a baby.

"Come on, it's time to drink the medicine." She helped her sit up.

"Where did this medicine come from?" Qi Shujian asked while looking at the bowl of medicine.

"The doctor prescribed it! I just called the doctor to show you. The doctor said that you had a high fever due to the residual poison on your body. Fortunately, you were discovered in time. You will be fine after drinking some medicine." She picked up the medicine bowl and lightly Blow gently.

That small movement made Qi Shujian feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart, a little moved and a little warm.

No one has ever taken care of him so carefully and made medicine for him.Every time he gets sick, he just stays in bed and sleeps for a few days and nights.No one cares, no one cares, and no one knows if he died.

"Hey, what are you thinking? Drink!" Murong Ge saw him staring at the bowl of medicine in a daze, called him, thinking he was worried about something, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, this is definitely not poison , if you don’t believe me, let me have a taste first?”

Qi Shujian didn't speak, took the bowl of medicine, raised his head and drank it——

"Be careful..." Before she finished speaking, he had already drank and wiped himself up, and lay down on the bed by himself, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

What a strange man!Murong Ge pursed his lips and wiped the sweat from his brow just to take care of him. After a busy day, he dared not say a word of thanks, what a heartless fellow!
After Murong Ge took good care of him, Qi Shujian soon recovered.

After the residual poison in the body was eliminated, the wound on the shoulder also healed quickly, and the scab had already formed, but he couldn't do some violent movements, but as a swordsman, Qi Shujian, how could he care about these things?

Every morning, before dawn, he took his sword and swung it among the trees.

The strong sunlight shines through the dense leaves and sprinkles on the ground. His sword keeps waving in the air. Where the sword tip passes, the leaves on the tree fall like rain...

(End of this chapter)