Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

This boy is not so annoying only when he is asleep.

Yu Ji, who was suppressed by Miss Lingshi, heard the footsteps, and immediately raised her two swords to meet them.

"He... didn't go to pick up King Qi, why did he get hurt like this again?"

Miss Ling Shi temporarily placed Yan Ce in a bedroom in the lobby on the first floor, and treated Yan Ce's wounds urgently when he was unconscious, and there were some traces of him on his chest.

The cyan coat was taken off and draped around the teenager's legs, and inside was a white shirt-style sleeveless underwear with bare shoulders.

She took the handkerchief and simply wiped the sticky liquid under her breasts, but it was difficult to clean up the small circular spot simply by wiping. After a while, she said to Yu Ji lightly:

"Please Miss Yu Ji to get the ointment in the drawer, and another set of spare clothes for me and this young master Ce in the closet."

"Oh... wait!"

Yu Ji suddenly became aware of the element, and stared closely at this woman who brought her terror and danger.

"There are so many closets, why do you two put your clothes together!"

"I'm worried that Miss Yu Ji will be poisoned."

The ruthless words were direct and concise. The woman raised her waterfall-like black hair and took a few seconds to tidy it up. Her distrust of Yu Ji was full, and it was also because she had no reason to trust a girl who had only met a few times. .

"Ah-"

Concubine Yu, who was so angry, yelled in a meaningless tone. Seeing the boy's wounds, she went upstairs to get the medicine. On the other side, the martyrs were rescuing the medical staff who were in shock from overwork, and it was difficult to provide effective medical support.

Yu Ji moved very quickly, and in less than fifteen seconds, she put all the needs of the case on the table.

"Hoo-hoo-here! What else do you need?"

Even though she didn't like this woman, it didn't affect the efficiency in business.

Miss Lingshi recognized Yu Ji's attitude towards things, and then she expressed her gratitude to Miss Yu Ji in a unique way.

"No need, Miss Yu Ji, please go out now."

"Aha?!!"

Yu Ji stared at this hateful woman with wide eyes as if she was going to explode in place.

Seeing Yu Ji standing still, the black-haired woman said in a more plain and euphemistic way: "Please close the door."

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Yan Ce was in a light sleep, and could vaguely hear Yu Ji running away and slamming the door.

Although Yu Ji was very angry, she knew that too many people would only add to the chaos, but her tone of voice was very angry, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Originally, he wanted to open his eyes to say hello, but he heard the cold war between the two who were at odds by nature. Yan Ce was considering whether to squint for a while, and heard Miss Lingshi's next words.

"If the left hand is cracked again, it may not have a chance to heal."

"What do you mean by no?"

"Cut it off." She said the scary words calmly.

"..."

In just one second, Yan Ce's mind appeared in the mind of the hero of the bird, the hero who played with the bird with one arm. He was sure that Miss Lingshi was not joking. He opened his eyes and stretched out his left hand tentatively. It was really slow and slow. .

My... left hand... seems to be fake.

At this time, Miss Lingshi rubbed the marks on Yan Ce's chest more lightly. In the dark, the color difference is not so obvious, but the slightly wet and weird feeling is a bit awkward under the psychological effect.

While Yan Ce was in a daze for his precious left hand, she turned her back to Yan Ce, took off the sleeveless top, and vaguely revealed the simple underwear supporting the full breasts, the waterfall-like long black hair covered the back With a large area of ​​snow-white skin on his back, soon, his arms passed through the sleeves of the formal dress, and his hands brushed the back of his head to pull out the rather messy long hair, which fell down neatly and softly.

At this moment, Yan Ce's face looked a little dark, like a seedling that has just experienced the baptism of doomsday, as if he could not accept the fact that if he over-consumed his body, he would lose his left hand.

The woman with black hair and long hair turned around, supported the young man's left wrist with one hand, and lifted up the cuff a little bit with the other, revealing the horrific wound in front of her eyes, dipped her fingertips into a little ointment and sniffed it at the tip of her nose. Sniff, to make sure Yu Ji picked it up correctly, and scratched evenly on the well-sutured wound.

"Injury to the meridian is a dangerous thing, and it is even more foolish to act bravely without authorization."

Yan Ce's gloomy expression didn't change her expression much, she just told a certain fact in a declarative tone.

"The sword is wounded to the bone. It takes at least a hundred days of cultivation. If you don't do unnecessary movements, you may be able to return to the original state, but please don't have too much expectation. This is because Young Master Ce doesn't run around like a wild dog."

"You said that the one-armed boy is super handsome, walking around the world with a sword, riding a dragon girl, and playing with a big bird?" Yan Ce blinked, and joked optimistically.

"..."

Miss Lingshi was stunned for a moment, not keeping up with the boy Qingqi's brain circuit, probably because she realized that her warning basically fed the white wolf cub, her expression changed from calm to indifferent.

It was almost on the verge of marking it in big blood-red characters: Warning of decline in favorability!

"The way to change the subject is so blunt, is it to cover up the fear in my heart, or is it really fearless? Judging from the current performance of Young Master Yan, I am more inclined to the former."

"Don't give up hope at any time, my lord, please remember that courage is the eternal hymn of man."

Candlelight reflected Yan Ce's side face, although he was wounded, he still smiled optimistically. Even if he was lying honestly by the bedside, he was full of the basic qualities of the leader of Chuan-O, and he was short of going on stage to brainwash a group of organized believers in the form of hopes and dreams

"Despair is the root of cutting off all distracting thoughts."

Is this woman the ultimate pragmatist!The indifferent words are like a ruthless creature that has been programmed according to the program, and the hopelessness that is completely opposite to the youthful hope theory is like an ultimate orderly person of the chaos and evil camp.

"Are you really a woman?" Yan Ce asked curiously.

Favorability dropped destructively.