Dedicate the universe to the birth of the Queen [Zerg]

Chapter 36 Healing

As she said that, she was about to pull apart the strip of white cloth covering his eyes. He tied it with a slip knot. She only needed to pull the hanging end and gently pull it, and the white cloth would slide down his silky white hair. It was about to fall completely to reveal his eyebrows.

You Gong stretched out his hand, and pressed his long and clean finger bones against the white cloth that was about to fall down his brow bone. His wide sleeves drooped, revealing his cold white wrist bones.

"Don't..." He pressed his knuckles slightly, and his kneeling posture was tense.

Jiang Ningning retracted her hand in surprise, looking at You Gong's somewhat resisting posture, her thin back slightly tilted back, her mist-white hair swaying slightly, and her thick robes stacked on top of each other.

This image, this weak "no"...

It was as if she was a dandy, ready to belittle this innocent young man like him.

A bit unserious.

She wanted to laugh a little. She thought that as the supreme commander of the Zerg tribe, she would have a calm and wise mind, not be surprised by changes, and be indifferent to emotions and anger, but she didn't expect that she would be so shy.

"King, my eyes... are ugly." You Gong's lowered hands were clenched into fists, and his voice was trembling.

His eyes burned by the gunfire were dull and gray, like two empty beads. How dare he let the king see them.

Jiang Ningning gently held his nervous hand. The coolness soaked into her fingertips and followed the blood flow to the top of her heart.

"You were injured because you were protecting me. You're not ugly." She whispered.

Like a warm wind blowing into his heart, his tense hands gradually relaxed, and a two-finger wide strip of white cloth slipped from his brow bone, revealing a pair of cold and distant eyes.

The color of his eyes was as dark as an ecstasy. Although they were too scattered and unable to focus, there was a sense of pale fragility, just like the rime hanging on the mountains in the cold winter. They were extremely beautiful and extremely fragile.

She slowly raised her hand and covered his eyes with her palms.

Under the warm palm, the thick and delicate eyelashes trembled and rubbed against the soft flesh of her palm, feeling itchy and numb.

Jiang Ningning took a silent breath, held her breath and concentrated on mobilizing the energy in her body to heal his eyes.

A faint, crystal clear white light moistened his eyes. The body and the eyes were two independent entities, and healing them was time-consuming and labor-intensive. Jiang Ningning was petite and had the same posture as You Gong, but she was much shorter than him.