"Help her heal her wound."
Qing Su took the order and walked to the girl and squatted down. He grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled out the cane from the wound on her thigh with force.
Then, he placed his hand on the wound on the girl's thigh, releasing green healing spiritual power to promote the healing of the wound.
It was only when the pain became unbearable that the girl realized Qing Su's presence.
She moved her wrist in surprise, trying to break free from Qingsu's control.
But Qingsu held her tightly, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
Not only that, her wrists were covered with a circle of red marks due to the repeated tossing and turning.
Against the snow-white and tender skin, the red mark is particularly eye-catching.
"You, let go."
"Who asked you to heal my wound? Can't I heal myself?"
The girl's body was a little stiff. She had only come into contact with Su Yuening before, and she was still a woman. She had never had such close contact with a man.
She wanted to break free even more urgently.
Qing Su has a very good appearance, and his blue shirt gives him a touch of elegance.
He has delicate eyebrows and handsome features.
It is a blend of maturity and youthfulness, full of charm, and indescribably beautiful.
"Don't move." His voice was light, with a charm similar to that of a girl.
There is also a kind of arrogance in it that does not allow rejection.
The girl was enveloped by his breath and had difficulty breathing for a while.
She felt dizzy and wrinkled her nose in discomfort.
"Get out of the way."
She uttered two words in pain, her voice still charming, but with a softness in it, it didn't sound like a rejection at all.
Qing Su followed Zhibao's words and didn't listen to a single word the girl told him.
His fingers were as smooth as jade, and his fingertips accidentally touched the skin of the girl's thigh.
It was so cold that it left a slight ripple in Qingsu's heart.
"Quick, get out of the way." The girl's protective consciousness made her very resistant to Qing Su.
Moreover, Qing Su was in cahoots with the child who hurt her.
This gave her a not very good first impression of Qing Su.
One of her hands was pinched by Qingsu, so she had to use the other hand to push Qingsu's arm, bent her right knee, and exerted force together to try to push Qingsu away.
Qing Su glanced at her calmly and smiled softly, "What's the fuss?"
He lowered his eyes and "imprisoned" her other hand in his palm with his big hand.
He stretched out his left foot, exerted a little force inward, and easily controlled the girl.
"Why do you still forcibly treat people's injuries?"
The girl bit her red lips, and the wound split open due to excessive movement, and her lips turned pale from the pain.
The green in Qing Su's palm became much richer, "I will follow your orders."
"Acting on orders?"
"That little...kid?"
The girl asked, "Why did you listen to him?"
Qing Su's smile was more obvious this time.
He raised his eyes, his elegant pupils curved, and the lush green scenery behind him became his backdrop.
"Without him, none of us would be born."
Birth?
The only one who could have such a great influence on them was...
The girl held her face pale, and thought to herself, "Could it be that he is the treasure who rarely shows up?"
"The treasure that nourishes countless lives in the secret realm?"
"That's right." Qing Su nodded, and the long hair on his forehead fell on the tip of his nose, adding a messy beauty to him and a bit of laziness.
The girl looked at the child stupidly. The ingot that had turned red had returned to its original state at some point. It was golden and looked delicate and beautiful.
The child snorted in disgust and turned his head away. He was a vengeful person, so don't expect him to be kind to this rude and stinky snake.
Even if I apologize to him, he won't accept it!
"It doesn't look like it." The girl muttered.
Just this one sentence successfully broke the child's defense.
He jumped up and muttered, "What do you mean by not similar?"
"It's fine if you don't call me Master Zhibao, but you even say I don't look like him!"
"If I don't look like him, who does?"
"Find him for me! I want to see who dares to acknowledge the identity of the treasure!"
The child clenched his chubby white fists in madness.
He really wanted to give the stinky snake another blow.
Can he speak?
If you can't speak, then don't even bother talking.
He was so angry that his liver ached.
Qing Su smiled, "The former Master Zhibao was extremely handsome and elegant."
"Too much energy was lost, leading to the current state."
"Oh." The girl said seemingly unintentionally, "But he really looks like a little brat now."
Child: “…＊＆｀￠／”
Go to hell, go to hell you little brat, your whole family of stinky snakes looks like little brats!
Ahhh, he's so angry.
If the stinky snake's crime wasn't punishable by death, he would definitely cook a pot of snake soup!
Then soak her snake gall in wine and feed it to the mice!
Su Yuening took advantage of the time when they were chatting and ran away secretly.
Without anyone noticing, he tiptoed back.
Retreat to a certain distance and run in one direction as fast as possible.
Her assessment task has not been completed yet, so she needs to finish it quickly and get out as soon as possible.
She really couldn't stay in this secret place for too long.
After all, there was a snake staring at her hungrily.
Every day you stay there, your chastity is in greater danger.
I hope Qingsu and the others can chat with the Seven-Step Dark Snake for a while longer.
Delay a little longer and don't let her find out she's gone.
[Host, walk to your right, slightly north of the south. There are clear spiritual energy fluctuations there.]
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