Chapter 139 Brother, I feel pain

The huge creature missed and cried like an angry baby.

Song Ningshu saw the ferocious beast clearly. It looked like a bird but not a bird. It looked like an eagle but had horns.

When he saw the huge creature clearly, Song Ningshu also understood what kind of ferocious beast it was - the Gu Diao.

The sound is like a baby crying, and it eats people.

Song Ningshu turned his head to look at the person who came, "I'm fine."

The situation was urgent just now, and Qi Yangui was only focused on saving people from the Gu Diao's claws. Now, when he smelled the bloody scent coming from Song Ningshu and saw the blood on her body, his pupils shrank slightly, "Junior sister, are you injured?!"

Song Ningshu was a little embarrassed. He endured the pain and reached out to gather his clothes. The bloodstains on his right hand were exposed. "This is the injury I got from the previous battle with Zhu Huai. Let's deal with the Gu Diao first and deal with it later."

Qi Yangui pursed his lips, knowing that she would not just stand by and watch, so he put her on the ground, turned around, picked up Jiangxing and faced the aggressive Gu Diao.

Song Ningshu looked up and also used his spiritual power. The vines shot up into the sky and wrapped around the claws of the Gu Diao, then tied up the Gu Diao's body and suddenly pulled the Gu Diao down from the air.

While the Gu Diao had not yet broken free from its restraints, Qi Yangui, holding the General Star in his hand, chopped off the Gu Diao's head with one sword. The bird's head rolled down and embedded itself in the fine sand on the river bank.

The huge body of the Gu Diao fell into the river, splashing a large amount of water and dyeing the river red with blood.

Song Ningshu had his right hand behind his back, trembling uncontrollably, and his lips were a little pale.

"How do you feel?" Qi Yangui asked, his eyes full of heartache and worry.

"It hurts a bit, Senior Brother, can you move away? I need to clean the wound."

The wound ached slightly, probably because it had just been torn again. The earth thorns of this ferocious beast were different from those of ordinary cultivators. Being stabbed would amplify the pain, and the blood in the wound would clot more slowly.

"I'll help..." Qi Yangui felt something was wrong as soon as he said that, and stopped in time, "Okay, I..."

Seeing his expression, Song Ningshu's eyes turned and he interrupted him, "Then please help me, my hands are a little weak."

"Where is your wound?" Qi Yangui pursed his lips and asked.

"Left shoulder, right hand." Song Ningshu's eyes were clear, "external injuries."

Qi Yangui paused, which was indeed a bit inconvenient.

Qi Yangui no longer hesitated and reached out to untie the collar of Song Ningshu's clothes that he had just hurriedly fastened.

His hands were shaking, and Qi Yangui's throat was dry. He hurriedly untied the clothes, "Junior sister, I'm sorry."

He couldn't remain calm in front of the person he loved.

The collar of the clothes was slowly unbuttoned, and Qi Yangui saw the white dress underneath, the creamy skin, and the white and round shoulders.

Inadvertently, the cold hand touched the warm skin.

Qi Yangui paused, then lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding his surging emotions, making it impossible to tell what he was doing.

Song Ningshu's body trembled, and she turned her head away, curling her fingers nervously. A blush crept up on her face, and she suddenly felt that time was passing so slowly.

She felt a little regretful. She should have come by herself. She felt embarrassed.

Qi Yangui's eyes slid across her lips.

think……

A kiss of beauty.

Not daring to look any further, Qi Yangui lowered his eyes, wet the handkerchief, and cleaned the mud and sand in her wound, picking out the mud and sand particles.

"Hmm..." Song Ningshu clutched his clothes tightly, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"It hurts?" Qi Yangui's hand froze and he slowed down his movements again.

Song Ningshu bit her lip lightly, "I'm fine, go on."

Qi Yangui didn't dare to delay any longer, so he quickened his pace while still being gentle as he cleaned her wound.

After cleaning her left shoulder, Qi Yangui put on her clothes and took off the clothes on her right arm, revealing her slender and smooth arm.

Song Ningshu moved closer to him, trembling with pain from the wound, and leaned on his shoulder to relieve herself.

Warm breath fell on her neck. Qi Yangui paused, then quickly returned to normal, "Junior sister, you don't have to endure it if it hurts."

After hearing this, Song Ningshu rubbed his neck with her cheek, "Brother, it hurts~"

Qi Yangui almost threw away his weapons and wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her regardless of anything.

Hearing the soft and coquettish voice, Qi Yangui took a deep breath and silently cleaned her wound.

After a while, he helped her put on her clothes and tidied her collar. Then Qi Yangui fed her a pill and stroked her hair.

Her unique fragrance fills the air, making one intoxicated.

"Aning, do you know what I feel about you?" Qi Yangui asked after a while, holding her right hand with his other hand and gently massaging her knuckles.

He called Aning, not Junior Sister.

The green mist sea in the dantian automatically repaired Song Ningshu's wounds.

Qi Yangui held her shoulders, kept some distance from her, looked into her clear eyes, and no longer concealed the emotions in his eyes.

Passion, madness, aggression and determination, as well as undisguised lust.

Song Ningshu's pupils shrank, his breathing stagnated, his fingertips curled slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.