I accidentally glanced at the location of the bed.
Men's clothes were scattered on the floor, and the Ninth Prince appeared to be naked inside the half-drawn bed curtains. Her fierce young lady, on the other hand, was dressed neatly, but was currently straddling the Ninth Prince, her hands supporting her chest...
That pose is so powerful!
Xi Que quickly averted her gaze, placed the tray on the table, lit the candles, bowed her head and said, "Miss, please take care of yourself." Then, sensibly, she quickly withdrew and happily went to report the good news to Su Rujing.
Wu Zhong, who was on the roof, looked at the blurry scene inside the house and heard the conversation. He seemed to understand why Wu Shang was no longer there. He spread his sleeves to cover his face and left.
Waaaaah, his noble prince, with a life of innocence, has been so cruelly murdered!
Ji Fengyao continued to work hard. Although the host's body was well-trained, it was still flesh and blood. After massaging for more than seven hours, she was drenched in sweat and almost collapsed from exhaustion.
When Shang Xiye woke up, he found someone at his feet, touching his leg. He instinctively tried to kick the person away.
"Don't move!"
Ji Fengyao growled in an exhausted voice, "We were almost finished! Now all our efforts have been wasted. I'll fight him to the death!"
His legs can move again!
Shang Xiye quickly realized the key point, abruptly stopping his kicking motion. He propped himself up and realized he was only wearing a pair of shorts. His face immediately darkened to the point of being almost dripping with water.
"Don't look at me like that, like you want to kill me. I took off your clothes to save you, not to take advantage of you." Ji Fengyao's hands kept moving, and she didn't even raise her head. Her pretty face was covered in sweat, and her voice was obviously weak.
Shang Xiye felt that he was probably so angry that he thought the female bandit looked very weak at the moment.
Ji Fengyao finally forced all the poison to her feet, and Shang Xiye's soles instantly turned pitch black.
"Bear with it!" Ji Fengyao suddenly reminded in a hoarse voice, her hands moving rapidly, changing hand seals and repeatedly tapping to seal the poison.
Shang Xiye felt an excruciating pain, like having her bones scraped and her heart ripped out, spreading from her feet and legs throughout her entire body.
"Um!"
He groaned, bracing himself on the bed frame with his elbows, his fists clenched tightly, and the veins on his neck and forehead bulging.
Ji Fengyao let out a long sigh of relief, straightened up slightly, and seeing his reaction, said gloatingly, "Oh my, not bad for your patience. Serves you right for not believing me!"
Spurred on by her words while in pain, Shang Xiye was about to kick her when he found her lying on his lap, exhausted and unconscious.
Before the excruciating pain subsided, Shang Xiye pulled his legs out and flipped Ji Fengyao onto the bed.
He was incredibly intelligent and quickly understood the whole story.
Looking at the woman sleeping soundly on her back, Shang Xiye was utterly perplexed. She was clearly a reckless and useless bandit, and she herself claimed to know nothing about herbs—how could she possibly seal the toxins in his body?
Is it really possible for gods to send dreams to people?
Or perhaps, this bandit stronghold of Vulture Village is just a front, and it actually has another identity?
Shang Xiye called out to the guards a few times, but received no response. After thinking about it, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.
It seems he's not only going to lose face this time, but he might not even be able to save his own reputation.
That despicable female bandit!
After visually assessing the position of the clothes near the bed, Shang Xiye abandoned her plan to roll off the bed and put her clothes back on.
He reached out and lifted the woman who was lying across his feet, then laid her down.
Looking back at the fine hairs on her forehead and ears that were stuck with sweat, he couldn't bear it any longer and got up. He grabbed a towel from the washstand by the bed, wet it in the basin, and scrubbed her face vigorously. The areas where the towel had been used were visibly red, as if a layer of skin had been rubbed off.
With the toxins receding quickly, Shang Xiye felt much more relaxed than she had in a long time and fell asleep soon after.
In the middle of the night, a hand reached out to me.
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