The Male Protagonist and the Villain Are Both My Cubs

CHAPTER 88: FEED BLOOD

Ling Zixi was stunned when she looked at the purple iris pattern behind Chongzi.

It's so beautiful.

This purple iris blooms behind the heavy purple, like soaking in the rain, hazy and beautiful.

"This..." Ling Zixi's finger couldn't help but stick to the corner of the purple iris.

"This is also a manifestation of uncontrollable spiritual power?!"

Although purple irises are beautiful, beautiful things often hurt people. Ling Zixi is more worried about Chongzi's body.

"Don't worry." Chongzi squatted on his stomach and chuckled, "As long as you practice the Ziyu Liuyuan Gong, this pattern will appear on your back."

"It's just... when the spiritual power cannot be suppressed, the pattern will indeed be more gorgeous." Chongzi explained.

"En." Ling Zixi nodded, not in a hurry to apply needles to Chongzi, but looked at Chongzi's wounds, took out a clean cloth, and whispered, "I will first bandage for you."

Ling Zixi took out the ointment to treat the wound and gently smeared it on Chongzi's wound. The wounds on Chongzi's body included the wound on her arm that was hit by Ji Chang and the others, and the wound on her waist that was hit by the monkey. Blame the long scars he caught.

Ling Zixi's hand covered Chongzi's waist, and gently spread the ointment along the blood line: "Does it hurt?"

Zhongzi shook his head: "It doesn't matter if this little injury..."

Next, Ling Zixi wanted to give Chongzi acupuncture, Chongzi turned over and held Ling Zixi's wrist: "Don't worry."

"Huh?" Ling Zixi looked at Chongzi in confusion.

"I'll also help you bandage it." Chongzi said in a low voice.

"...Me?" Ling Zixi was even more confused.

Chongzi rolled up Ling Zixi's cuff, Ling Zixi realized that her arm was also injured, there was a long scar, and there was a little blood around it, but it was already in the cultivator's strong Crushed under recovery.

"Didn't you bring a towel? Give me some." Chongzi said.

"Okay..." Ling Zixi handed the towel to Chongzi.

Chongzi held Ling Zixi's wrist, her slender fingers drugged Ling Zixi, and then wrapped Ling Zixi's forearm a few times with a white cloth.

After treating Ling Zixi's wound, the two looked at each other and were silent for a while.

"What's the name of your spiritual umbrella?" Ling Zixi felt a little uncomfortable, turned her head away, and asked in a low voice.

The heavy purple smile is very light, like the wind blowing through the green leaves: "Purple kite umbrella."

"Hmm." Ling Zixi responded and picked up the silver needle on the side, "Let's start the needle...?"

"Good."

Chongzi agreed, and then continued to go back to lie down, revealing her back to Ling Zixi.