"It's no wonder people talk about you. Why would a rough old man like you have such delicate skin?" Ji Fengming muttered to himself as he took out a fine silk handkerchief from his pocket, moistened it with alcohol, and used it to wipe away the bloodstains from Hei Xiao.
I applied wound medicine and then wrapped it with a clean bandage that I had brought back from outside.
Because the injury is on the back, it's difficult to treat someone lying down.
Ji Fengming then helped Hei Xiao sit up, letting him rest his head on his shoulder, and wrapped bandages around his back with both hands.
Although the sleeping potion was potent, Black Owl was still a cultivator at the third level of the Spirit Gathering stage.
After being unconscious for some time, and having unintentionally circulated the "Gathering Spirit Technique" for a while, Ji Fengming wiped him with alcohol, applied medicine, and pulled him around, and he slowly woke up.
The first thing he noticed when he woke up was something sticking to his chin, making his head shake.
He opened his eyes and saw a curtain of smooth, black hair, cascading down his pale blue shirt. The person supporting him was wrapping something around him.
Black Owl was startled and suddenly sat up straight, seeing Ji Fengming's claws pulling at one end of the white bandage.
Looking down at himself, he saw that the haphazard strips of cloth had almost wrapped him up like a dumpling.
Black Owl: "..."
If he weren't still breathing, given how Ji Fengming was binding him, he would have thought he had been torn to pieces.
"Hey, Brother Hei, you're awake! Good that you're awake. Sit up, I'm almost done." Ji Fengming grinned, hiding a slight embarrassment, and reached his hand behind Hei Xiao as he spoke.
"No need, it's just a minor injury, no need for bandages." Black Owl, unable to bear it any longer, snatched the bandage from his hand and quickly ripped off the tangled mess of stuff wrapped around his body.
Seeing the clothes next to him, crumpled up like a pile of trash by Ji Fengming, Hei Xiao silently looked up and glared at him.
“Your clothes are all torn and covered in blood. We’re about the same size, so you can wear mine first.” Ji Fengming took out another set of light blue clothes from the bundle and handed them to Hei Xiao.
This outfit...
Black Owl subconsciously felt that the color of the clothes looked somewhat familiar.
But there are only so many colors of fabric for clothes in the world, so he didn't pay much attention and just took it and changed into it.
Black Owl has striking features, and he is absolutely stunning when dressed in bright red.
However, his inherent temperament is rather detached, and when he is serious and not making a fuss, he even gives off a cold and aloof feeling. This light blue robe he wears further accentuates his cool and otherworldly demeanor.
After he finished fastening his clothes and turned around, Ji Fengming, who was starting a fire to roast rabbit meat, suddenly looked up and was stunned.
This person was like a divine being descended from the heavens to the mortal world, possessing an inherent purity and ethereal beauty, and a captivating charm.
"Damn, it feels like I've been wearing these clothes on dogs all this time, and only today have they finally found their owner," Ji Fengming blurted out without thinking, without considering who he was talking about.
Hei Xiao chuckled and sat down next to Ji Fengming, lifting his light robe: "You're quite self-aware."
Ji Fengming then realized that he had just cursed himself. Looking at Hei Xiao's stunningly handsome face, he chuckled twice without feeling embarrassed and still maintained his carefree and playful demeanor.
"How did you find me? Did you run into anyone on your way here?" Black Owl remembered that before he fainted, it was the young master of the East Dragon Gate fighting alongside him, but when he woke up, it was Ji Fengming instead.
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