Yun Guiyue was the Saintess cherished by the entire Central Continent.
Yet because of a transmigrator, she died at the hands of her own biological brother.
They st...
Chapter 126 The Good Sleeve
Bai Zhao's wrist would shrink when it was lightly touched. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain, but he still pretended to be stubborn.
As a doctor with a long career, Yun Guiyue naturally felt this, so he moved more gently.
The cool hand's strength became increasingly gentle, and a wave of itchiness came from the pain on his skin. Bai Zhao didn't know why, but for a moment he felt a little unnatural, the tips of his ears turned slightly red, and he shrank back and withdrew his hand.
Unexpectedly, Yun Guiyue held her hand and said in a cold voice, "Don't move, or you won't be able to keep your wrist anymore."
The wrist bones were shattered by the sonic attack. If she couldn't get treatment immediately, she might not even be able to lift a sword in the future. She was not trying to scare Bai Zhao.
His handsome fair face turned even paler because of the injury, and now, it was stained with a little red, not knowing whether it was due to pain or something else.
Yun Guiyue crushed a pill, held Bai Zhao's wrist, and sent the pill into his tendons and veins bit by bit.
At the same time, the Nine-Layered Medical Technique was hidden among the medicinal powders, slowly repairing the wounds. Wherever it passed, everything was smooth and there was no trace of repair left.
Bai Zhao looked at Yun Guiyue in surprise. What kind of technique was this? Could the elixir be delivered directly into the tendons and veins?
He looked at Yun Guiyue's face, her long eyelashes falling on her beautiful face, leaving a crow feather-like reflection.
The amber eyes are crystal clear, yet extremely mysterious, making it impossible to delve into the heart of their owner.
The two people were very close, so close that he could even feel Yun Guiyue's breath, as gentle as the wind blowing through willow leaves.
His heart couldn't stop beating violently for a moment, and at this moment, Yun Guiyue looked up and looked at him.
For a moment, he was so flustered that he subconsciously wanted to look away, but he felt like a guilty thief, so his neck became stiff.
Mu Jin patted Bai Zhao's shoulder and said, "Zhao, you look like a fighting cock."
It was a joking tone, but Bai Zhao felt something different.
Mu Jin was reminding him that he was engaged. Since he did not resist at that time, now that the order has been issued, it is too late to resist even if he wants to.
He...can't have thoughts about others that he shouldn't have.
Bai Zhao pulled his wrist back from Yun Guiyue's grip and said gently, "Thank you, Miss Yun."
Yun Guiyue looked at Mu Jin and Bai Zhao strangely. These two people... why do they look like Mu Jin is... jealous?
She must have seen it right.
But these two people are quite compatible.
Well, the sleeves are good.
"You're welcome. Mr. Bai also saved my life."
Yun Guiyue placed his hand on the white-eyed tiger's forehead. The white-eyed tiger, which was already seriously injured, gradually became confused until it became friendly.
She looked at Bai Zhao, "Mr. Bai, I remember you don't have a contracted beast yet. This white-eyed tiger is a good match for you."
Yunhua swallowed his saliva, feeling extremely greedy.
In the Beiqing Empire, it is not easy to contract a magical beast. There are very few beastmasters. There are even many people who were forced to contract a magical beast and ended up suffering losses and perishing together with the magical beast.
Even in the royal family, only the emperor has a contracted beast. It is said that the crown prince also has one, but so far, no one has seen it.
Now, my sister can easily contract a seventh-level magical beast to Bai Zhao, which is equivalent to giving him a powerful person with the strength of a king.
He wants it too.
Mu Jin's eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at Yun Guiyue. She really surprised him time and time again. Once the ability to tam beasts was announced to the Beiqing Empire, who knew how many people would follow her.