Pinch your waist: Your husband has a beauty mark

In the next few days, Gu Yunxi took care of Mufeiya.

It's impossible to get better all of a sudden when you're injured like that.

However, with Gu Yunxi's careful care, Mufeiya's recovery speed was much faster than that of ordinary people.

After raising it for three days, it can already walk around the yard on its own and move around freely.

Jun Chuli has been very busy these three days.

Jun Yexuan was still recuperating from his injuries. During this period, he took over the affairs of the Four Emperors, and he and King Zheng were still looking for spies from other countries outside the city.

"I heard that the Wu Qiong man is also closely related to Xiling. On the surface, he was sent by Wu Qiong. In fact, he is most likely a dead soldier of Xiling."

"Dead soldier?" Gu Yunxi, who was taking off his armor, paused with his fingertips. In his mind, Mr. Mu's slender jade figure lingered.

"He doesn't look like a dead soldier at all." With such a temperament, noble, elegant and pure, which dead soldier can be like this?

Don’t all dead soldiers have a gloomy and cold aura?

"It should be said that he is the leader of those dead warriors. Those dead warriors are so powerful that even the eldest emperor brother was plotted by them."

After taking off the armor, Gu Yunxi twisted the towel clean. Jun Chuli took it, wiped his face carelessly, and looked back at her.

"But we haven't found out yet whether these dead warriors are from Wu Qiong or Xiling. Their martial arts methods are also strange. This training method is very special."

"There are various different training methods for dead soldiers?" Gu Yunxi didn't know much about the profession of "dead soldiers" at present.

"They are different from ordinary dead soldiers. Ordinary dead soldiers carry the aura of death and are full of poison."

"where are they?"

"They..." Jun Chuli took off his clothes and wanted to eat. He was almost going crazy with hunger.

As soon as he stretched out his paw towards the food on the table, Gu Yunxi slapped his hand away.

"It's so dirty. There's blood on your face and hands. Go take a shower and change clothes first."

"I want to take a shower here, please. I'm so hungry. I don't want to go back to Yunli Pavilion."

He shamelessly finally gained the right to use Gu Yunxi's bathtub again.

Last time, it seemed like last night, when I came back, I didn't go back to my Yunli Pavilion first. I came to see her as soon as I came back.

It's like treating this place as your real home.

After stepping into the bathtub, Jun Chuli continued: "These dead warriors are highly skilled in martial arts, and they don't seem to like using poison. Especially on the surface, they look no different from ordinary people."

"As you said, Mr. Mu doesn't look like a dead soldier. His subordinates certainly don't look like dead soldiers, but they are indeed dead soldiers."

"Let's put it this way, they are mixed in the crowd, you can't find them out, there is no murderous intention, no hostility, ordinary dead soldiers are not like this."

Jun Chuli soon discovered something else: "Xi'er, this bath soup has a medicinal smell. Did you prepare it specially for me?"

He was so happy, as happy as a child. He picked up the bath soup and washed his face. It was so refreshing and cool that he almost wanted to open his mouth and take a sip.

Gu Yunxi did not answer this question.

When I saw him come back two days ago, although there were no major injuries on his body, there were small wounds everywhere.

This bath soup contains anti-inflammatory medicine, and it is indeed specially prepared for him.

"You are injured, don't soak for too long, just wash it off and come up to eat quickly." Gu Yunxi warned.

"Okay." Jun Chuli quickly washed himself clean and immediately stood up with a splash.

When I put on my clothes and came out, my hair was still wet.

Gu Yunxi immediately pulled a towel, asked him to sit down, stood behind him, pulled up his long hair, and dried it bit by bit.

Jun Chuli was so hungry that he immediately picked up his chopsticks: "Xi'er, I'll eat first. I only ate one bun all day... Well, it's delicious, so delicious..."

Soon, even his speech began to be slurred.

Go out to do errands and come home to a hot bath and hot meals.

During the meal, my wife was still wiping her hair.

Is life considered complete?

At this moment, Jun Chuli felt inexplicably sad: "Xi'er, Brother Fourth Emperor has been ill for three days. Have you... visited him?"