A GIRL AND HER BEST FRIENDS TIME TRAVEL TO ANCIENT TIMES

Chapter 7

In the early morning, as the sky just began to brighten.

When Wu Ying woke up, he realized that he had actually fallen asleep while lying down. As an assassin, his vigilance made him instinctively try to sit up, but suddenly he found that his entire lower body seemed to have no feeling and couldn't move.

Wu Ying frowned and tried to sit up again, but still couldn't.

He raised his eyes and two slender figures came into view.

Su Mo and Sang Li were sleeping not far away, curled up together, looking like two boiled shrimp...

Wu Ying seemed to realize something, reached into his arms, and as expected - the medicine was gone!

"... "

This half-paralyzed feeling made him feel very insecure!

Wu Ying struggled to grab the hilt of the sword beside him, and tapped Su Mo's foot without hesitation.

Su Mo unconsciously retracted her feet, turned over and continued to sleep, her face happening to face Wu Ying's.

Wu Ying's eyes darkened, and he tapped her face with the hilt.

"Who is it?!" Su Mo groggily scratched her face.

"If you don't wake up soon, it won't be the hilt scratching your face next!" Wu Ying said in a low voice.

Su Mo slowly opened her eyes, and Wu Ying's masked face appeared before her.

"Oh my god!" Su Mo was so frightened that she immediately sat up, and only calmed down after seeing clearly that it was Wu Ying.

"Hey, what are you doing, scaring me to death so early in the morning!" Su Mo complained.

"Mm..." Sang Li was awakened by Su Mo's voice, also got up groggily: "Mo Mo, what's the matter?"

"How much medicine did you give me?" Wu Ying's deep voice came over.

"Huh?" Su Mo was still a little confused, half-asleep apparently: "Half a bottle, oh yes, how is your wound?"

"Can you not tell the difference between hemostatic powder and anesthetic powder?!"

"Ah?"

Su Mo and Sang Li glanced at each other, both shaking their heads.

Wu Ying: "..."

"So...one of those two bottles was anesthetic powder?" Su Mo suddenly realized.

Wu Ying closed his eyes, trying hard to suppress the anger surging insider: "You gave me half a bottle of anesthetic powder?"

"I had half a bottle too!"

"......"

Seeing Wu Ying lying on the ground, Sang Li seemed to understand something: "Your lower body is numb from the anesthesia and you can't move?"

Su Mo suddenly understood. Getting up and walking over to him, she propped him up into a sitting position on the ground.

"I'm really sorry, we really can't tell the difference between the two powders. We just used both, luckily they weren't poison!"

"......"

"If you really can't move, I'll carry you!"

"......"

"Pfft..." Sang Li couldn't help but laugh out loud from the side.

"What kind of expression is that? Don't think I can't carry you! I'm very strong!"