The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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The two walked in carefully, and then the Night King used his experience to restore the entrance of the cave to its original state.

During the time when the Night King restored the cave entrance to its original state, Xiji picked up some dead branches on the ground, lit them with a tinder, and looked inside. After confirming that there were no ferocious beasts or poisonous creatures living in the cave, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Night King cleaning up the cave entrance and walking over, he quickly greeted: King, it's safe here.

When the Night King heard his words, he did not respond immediately. Instead, he looked around and made sure that there was no danger inside. Then he nodded slowly and said to Xiji: Let's find something to make a fire, and then treat the wound.

Xiji had no objection to this suggestion. He endured the pain in his shoulder and started searching. In the end, they really found a lot of dry branches near the cave.

Looking at the burning flames, Xiji's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he sat down on the ground, his mind blank. After experiencing so much stimulation, his brain was overloaded and stopped working.

Unlike Xiji who didn't want to do anything after relaxing, Ye Wang made some arrangements at the entrance of the cave after confirming that it was safe inside, to ensure that they would not be discovered by people outside even if they made a fire inside. After doing all this, he sat next to the fire and took off his clothes.

Xiji looked at the bloodstained clothes that he had taken off, and then he seemed to be stimulated, and slowly raised his head to look at the Night King. He was shocked when he saw that the Night King's beautiful muscles were covered with wounds of varying sizes.

Xiji opened his mouth and wanted to ask him if it hurt, but realized the stupidity of the question the next second, so he simply closed his mouth and looked at him with a slightly distressed look, wanting to go over to help.

The wounds on the Night King's body were of different sizes and depths, some were still bleeding, and some were already scabbed. The Night King calmly used the dagger to heat it, dug out the arrow buried in his flesh, and then quickly took out the wound medicine from his arms and applied it to the wound.

Xiji stared in amazement as he watched the Night King do all this without changing his expression. It was not until he saw him preparing to tie the tattered clothes around the wound that he seemed to remember something. He quickly opened his clothes, looked at the relatively clean inner garment, and wanted to take it off.

He was anxious and his hands moved quickly, pulling the wound. He cried out in pain and his eyes turned red.

It was this sound that made the Night King pause in bandaging the wound. He then looked at Xiji, whose face was distorted but who still insisted on taking off his clothes. He frowned and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Xiji was startled by his voice, and used more force, which was even more painful. With tears in his eyes, he said aggrievedly: I saw that your wound was bleeding and needed to be bandaged. My underwear needed to be a little cleaner, so I wanted to take it off and give it to you. Who knew it would hurt so much? I didn't feel such strong pain just now!

Looking at Xiji's little face, which looked extremely pale due to a series of shocks, and thinking of the arrow wound he had just received, he frowned and looked very ugly.

Xiji didn't notice his changes, as he put all his energy into fighting the pain. When he finally took off his clothes and sat there exhausted, he realized that the Night King, who had been some distance away from him, had come close to him at some point, and looked at him with a complicated look.