He was already so weak that he even said that it was okay, and looking at the black blood stains on his wound, if he didn't suck the poison out, I was afraid that the poison would go deeper.

"I'm sorry, I can't listen to you right now." Yan Xiaomo said with a serious face, stretched out her hand to tear off King Lanling's clothes, and in addition to the very interesting muscles, she also saw the scars all over her body.

Criss-crossed, the depth of the old and new scars is not the same, and it can be seen that some of the scars are new, and some are old.

There are big and small, and Yan Xiaomo, who looks at it, feels a little unbearable.

Looking at the wound, it happened to be at the left shoulder clavicle, the scope of the wound was not wide, but the blood outside was a little black.

Without thinking too much, Yan Xiaomo began to suck out the poisonous blood in it, and she could suck as much as she could, and it was not practical to go out to find a doctor at this time.

Knowing that the color of the blood was about to turn red, Yan Xiaomo stopped taking drugs, and looked at the sweat drops on King Lanling's head, Yan Xiaomo had to wipe it off with his sleeve.

Until now, she hadn't had a normal outfit.

"Ah Chang, do you have any trauma medicine on you?" Yan Xiaomo asked, pulling a few strips of cloth two fingers wide from her clothes.

Although the poison is almost gone, the wound needs to be bandaged.

King Lanling stretched out his hand, and a small white bottle rolled to the floor with a subtle sound.

"Bear with me."

Yan Xiaomo took the medicine bottle and poured the medicine powder on the wound, her little face full of pity.

Think about the King of Lanling in the King's Canyon, almost the natural enemy of all mages and archers, out of nowhere, when your head is on, it means that the dangerous King of Lanling has approached, at this time it is best to hide under the tower, otherwise you will die.

King Lanling frowned slightly, his face was still pale, and his breath was even more disordered.

Although the poison was almost sucked by Yan Xiaomo, there would still be some residual poison in King Lanling's body.

However, the impact should not be too great.

Yan Xiaomo struggled to help King Lanling onto the bed, looking at the face blocked by the cold mask, Yan Xiaomo wanted to remove the mask from King Lanling's face.

Get a glimpse of the face under the mask.

As soon as his hand landed on the mask, he already felt the cold touch in his fingertips.

However, Yan Xiaomo hesitated, would this be a bit of a danger to others?

She couldn't take off the mask of King Lanling at this time.

I don't know what the hell is in my head, so I just stopped and withdrew my hand.

"Ah Chang, you must get better, and I will take you to the doctor when it is dawn." Yan Xiaomo was lying on the side of the bed, holding her face in her palms, and her eyes stayed on the half perfect face of King Lanling.

King Lanling's eyes were tightly closed, a row of black curled eyelashes looked like butterflies about to fly, sword eyebrows were like sharp blades, flying obliquely into the temples, and his long purple hair looked charming and noble.

I don't know when it started, Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but take a nap.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself in bed and had regained my fox appearance.

It is said that I want to sleep during the day and move at night, but judging from the current situation, it is still a little difficult to reverse the time of day for a while.

The King of Lanling, who was originally lying on the bed, is also gone.

Yan Xiaomo got out of bed and was about to go out, but found that King Lanling had just returned.

He was holding the food wrapped in lotus leaves in his hand, and Yan Xiaomo could already smell the fragrance of chicken.