Qingyao was just making a fuss; his injuries weren't serious at all. He had very thick skin and flesh, and his legs were just a little red.
Tu Shanmu knew he was trying to use this as an excuse, so he didn't say anything and applied the ointment for him.
Qingyao lay on the bed like a king, ordering Tu Shanmu around, complaining of pain here and there.
Tu Shanmu had no complaints and wiped wherever he pointed.
Qingyao wondered how he had become so obedient. It had taken a lot of effort to get him out of Qingqiu before, and in the end, she had to force him to come out.
He was lost in thought when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his leg, followed by an intense, deep itch.
He looked down and saw Tu Shanmu's pale fingers on his leg, applying ointment inch by inch.
The ointment was milky white and somewhat viscous.
Qingyao had never known that Tushan Mu was so fair-skinned. His hands and Qingyao's legs were different colors, one dazzlingly white and the other distinctly black.
The two colors were stuck together, accompanied by the gurgling sound of ointment, creating a somewhat strange atmosphere.
Qingyao was only distracted for a moment before his attention was quickly diverted by the itching on his legs.
He couldn't help but grab Tu Shanmu's hand and ask him what he had painted on him.
Tu Shanmu looked innocent and showed him the bottle. "Isn't this medicine for treating injuries?"
When Qingyao took a look, he realized that this was not medicine for treating injuries at all; it was medicine for people who were seriously injured.
Applying this medicine to someone who has lost an arm or leg can quickly relieve pain and numb the wound.
But if an ordinary person comes into contact with this medicine, it will cause an excruciating itch that cuts to the bone.
Qingyao didn't believe that Tushanmu didn't know what kind of medicine it was; he was just deliberately messing with him!
"The deity appears to have an extraordinary bearing, but I never expected him to be such a meticulous person."
Tu Shanmu smiled faintly: "You flatter me, Your Excellency."
They actually shamelessly admitted it!
Qingyao didn't bother arguing with him, hastily got out of bed, and went outside to wash off the ointment on her legs.
He finally understood that Tu Shanmu was not as noble as he appeared on the surface; he was full of wicked schemes.
He suffered two losses at Tushanmu's hands and still hasn't learned his lesson.
The Ninth Princess's marriage selection ceremony is just around the corner. Although Qingyao is very confident in becoming the princess's husband, he still needs to practice before the competition.
Qingyao asked Tushanmu to be his sparring partner, and Tushanmu readily agreed.
The demon race has special arenas, which are specific virtual realms where even if spells are cast, they will not cause damage to the surrounding environment.
Qingyao chose a virtual realm that was closest to Qingqiu, surrounded by blooming pink cherry blossoms and fragrant grasses, a secluded paradise.
Tu Shanmu, holding an inconspicuous sword, stood opposite Qing Yao, frowning slightly in trouble: "Are you sure you want me to leave no room for maneuver?"
Every strong person is competitive.
It is said that Tu Shan Mu's magic is profound, and his swordsmanship is even more outstanding.
Qingyao wanted to see just how powerful the legendary Supreme God was.
In Qingyao's hand was a long sword that gleamed with a bluish light, its blade surrounded by phosphorescence, as beautiful as a young woman's eyes, gentle and reserved.
This is his sword, which he cannot take out at the son-in-law selection ceremony, otherwise his identity will definitely be exposed.
He clearly wanted to spar with Tu Shanmu, so how could Tu Shanmu refuse?
Tu Shanmu also has a sword called Binghen, which was born along with him.
That sword was too domineering; Tu Shanmu felt that this arrogant brat in front of him couldn't withstand it.
He tossed the scrap metal in his hand, nodded to Qingyao, and said, "As you wish."
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